Noah's POV"Hmm, you taste so good." I growled my disapproval and grabbed Minta's sleek blond ponytail, jerking her head up. "Did I say you could talk?"She licks her lips and shakes her head.Then shut the fuck up and make me come down that pretty little throat of yours." I hiss, forcing her head down and shoving my dick back in her mouth. Minta sucks dick like a pro, it was one of the reasons I called her here, wanting to let loose for a while. If she were to have a resume it would read " expert in cock sucking, advanced in making men come in less than forty seconds, and exceptional semen swallower'. She was that good.While she works my cock with her hand, sliding her tongue along my length, I lean back and stare at the ceiling, trying to get lost in the sensation.Minta's silky tongue, smooth and wet, licks and laps around my shaft, her hands twisting and pumping, her gentle moans vibrating down to the base. It feels so damn good, it makes my toes curl, pleasure rippling up my
Zirah’s POVMy bedroom door slams shut with a reverberating crash. I stand still for a moment, my hands shaking and knees trembling as the realization of what I just did hits me like a freight train. I can't believe I did that. It was stupid and reckless ..and stupid. And now my heart is nothing but fragments of agony at the fact that I could cause such pain to Damon.I realized that Damon was right, despite how much he has shown that he cares for me, I still didn't trust him completely and continued to doubt him.The assault of emotions was instantaneous. An invisible weight crushes me, and I sink to the floor in an agonizing heap. I cover my face with my hands as if that would stop the raging waterfall of tears from falling. But it flows freely, rivers of water mixed with a healthy dose of guilt and pain that seems to seep deep into my bones. It was like my chest was hacked with jagged-edged knives, claws digging their way deeper and deeper until it consumed me entirely.My mind is
Damon's POVI WAS a coward.That hid in his room.Away from everything and everyone. Away from Zirah. I heard her when she was outside my door, pleading to be let in but I ignored her, harboring and nurturing my hurt.Because I was so damn hurt.She didn't even have the decency to tell me to my face. I wondered what would happen if I never found out. I've always loved her.I remember when I first saw her, saved her from dying, then all I felt was a sense of wonder, wonder that somewhere along the way grew into a deep-seated love for her.I always hung onto that hope that the day would come when she would somehow grow to love me.Maybe now that hope is gone.Something touched my cheek and I looked down to see that I was crying. I didn't even know I started to cry.I quickly wipe my face with the back of my hand, trying to compose myself. It's no use though, the pain gets worse with every beat of my heart and I could hardly swallow a breath.Why would she do this to me?"You know why sh
Damon's POVTwisting open the car door, I hurried after Tristan, increasing my pace so that I could catch up to him.Only he would casually slide out of a vehicle while dropping the biggest news on someone.I laid a hand on Tristan's shoulder, stopping him from moving ahead and turning him around."What did you mean in the car? What were you talking about?""Didn't you hear me in the car?""Of course, I did," I say defensively. "But I didn't really..."He let out an exasperated breath. "Look your head in the game, please. Zirah's mate Noah is here.""What does he want?""We'll have to actually *go* in there to find out."Rubbing a hand over my face, I tried to school my expression into a semblance of calmness. Walking up the steps to the building, I tried to look through the windows to catch a glimpse of what was going on inside, but with all my extraordinary abilities seeing through walls was not among them.Dammit, all this just continued to be more complicated by the minute.We cli
Zirah's POVStill, in a state between consciousness and unconsciousness, I felt water dripping down my cheek. Teetering on the line between I fought to regain consciousness but the pounding in my head wouldn't let me….until I was rudely awakened by a splash of ice-cold water on my head.Immediately my eyes flashed open as I fought to breathe, the cold water momentarily numbing my brain."Ughhh…" I tried to groan out loud before discovering my mouth was closed. I wearily brought out my tongue and I tasted something metallic realizing my mouth was covered with a rag. I resisted the urge to retch as I tried to open my eyes which seemed like they were glued together. Opening my bleary eyes, I struggled to adjust to the dim lightening, looking around as much as my stiff neck and throbbing head would allow, I saw windows that were covered with nylon….was that nylon?It looked translucent and thick at the same time. I wondered why whoever brought me here felt the need to cover the windows if
Damon's POVI laid my head back on my seat staring at the ceiling, contemplating what next to do when Tristan's phone rang shrilly, breaking the calm silence that settled over the room.He turned away from me, placing the cell to his ear, and spoke."Yes?"A moment of silence then he stiffened, his entire body going taut."Where the hell was it found?" Another silence."Fuck, fuck!" He exploded, standing up and pacing around the room.I sat up, looking at him worriedly.What is going on now?"Bring it here…" a pause. "Right now, bring it here right now!" He ended the call and tossed it on the table. I kept quiet, still looking at him, knowing he would spill eventually."Fuck!" He cursed out, running a hand through his hair making it stick up in different directions.He turned to me, his face tight with worry."You were right. It is Helen." What the hell-Before I could even complete the train of thought, a gentle knock sounded on the door and after a beat, it opened to reveal a scar
Damon's POVNoah stood at the sidelines, looking bored and tired but his eyes were sharp and quick, taking in everything that was happening and never missing anything.Tristan had gone outside earlier to call the men I had told to excuse us back inside, and since they were careful not to mention my involvement with Zirah or Helen, I supposed Tristan had given them a strict warning to keep their mouths shut and not say anything.The message Tristan had gotten was from Helen. Immediately, everyone was alert, coordinating the vehicles, weapons, and muscles. Helen sent Tristan a coded message and it didn't offer much information.She only said to meet at Route 49. Route 49 was a beaten-off path close to a partly abandoned cabin. The cabin was hunted or so they said. Ever since the two previous owners had died mysteriously, no one wanted to inhabit the space anymore. One after the other, people had moved away from that vicinity before it became deserted. Why she chose that spot was beyond
Damon's POVMy men were surrounding the woman in question while she just stood there, cockily. She must have some big balls or serious backing to face a whole team of enraged shifters and not be afraid, either that or she was insane.My men gave way for me to confront her face to face. There was pure fury and menace in my face and I was sure my pupils had changed color, yet she just smirked."How was the trip down?" She asks."Where's Helen?" I growled at her, in no mood for small talk.She put a hand to her chest in the mock offense before saying, "Who?"I took one step towards her, intent on slapping the smirk off her stupid face. I guess she saw my intention because she danced a couple of steps back."Look me in the eyes and you'll know I'm not fucking kidding, where's she?" I roared in her face."She's busy. Told me to keep y'all company." She pouted her lips as if that was a burden on her part."Where's Zirah?""That's the little bombshell I had in there?" She tapped her finger a
Zirah's POV Right into his neck. Damon staggered away from me with a stunned look on his face while his hand slowly went up to the clutch at the side of his neck. He brought his blood-stained hand to his face with a shocked look on his face like he still couldn't believe what happened. "Why?" He asked, still with an air of confusion around him. And I broke down. "You left me no choice!" I sobbed out loud, thinking back to when I decided to do this. When I saw them fighting and he threw Noah into the wall, crashing into the metal tray and dislodging his items, instinctively I So I played him. The weak demeanor, the submissive woman, the arousal that shivered through my body as he ran his hands over my body…...was all fake. I had to swallow down my revulsion the moment he touched me, knowing I had to sell my submission enough or he wouldn't believe me. He opened his mouth to speak but instead gargled on his blood and his knees went weak and he crumpled to the floor. I careful
Zirah's POV I sat there frozen…..helpless.While I watched my former lover circle my mate like a predator looking for his next meal."Damon...no! Please... I- uh," I babbled incoherently, forcing words out of my mouth in a silly attempt to stop him from ramming the knife into a fragile spot on his body that could claim his life.He stopped behind Noah when my pitiful cries reached him and for a moment I thought that maybe he had changed his mind.However, he lunged forward pressing the thin part of the blade exactly into the jugular spot at his neck pressing firmly with those cold eyes trained on mine."You know what I need from you." He ground out harshly, his deep tone barely making his words distinguishable but I managed to catch it."Damon, I-" I had no idea what I was about to say but for some crazy reason I just had to open my mouth.His odd eyes hardened and the brief flicker of hope I'd seen bloom in his eyes died out and he turned his attention back to his semi-conscious pat
Zirah's POV Ice-cold water was splashed on my body, jerking me awake abruptly pulling me from the reins of unconsciousness.I flung my head, my eyelids fluttering as I sought to get my bearings.Everything was spinning, and my eyes felt like they were glued shut for the longest time.My body also felt heavy... probably 'cos I haven't used it for a while.I raised my head slowly and I realized two things.One, I couldn't move….at all.That jarred my senses and I awoke fully to see that my legs and hands were restrained with thick metal straps laced with chains, proving it impossible to get out of.Even if I could break through the leather straps, the chains had the distinct yet faint smell of silver which would be tough if not impossible to get out of.Secondly, I was in an underground dungeon that stank like the devil's behind.How I got here seemed to get away from here, but why was it a different case?I was here because I refused to give in.I think back to what happened after Dam
Noah's POV It soon became obvious what their ace was….or rather, who.It soon became obvious when Damon separated himself from his pack, that was what I had taken to calling considering how they fluttered around him.When the two of us caught the other's gaze, it held for the longest and the tension, the need for bloodshed was calling out to us.Riding us both hard.He was standing now unobstructed, without his men underfoot, his white shirt flapping around him as the wind blew up a notch.His dark pants and heavy boots looked worse for wear, but that wasn't what drew my attention.It was the unnaturally still way he held himself, it was like his body was encased in eyes but from here I could see his eyes were sharp, picking up on every movement.It felt like no one else existed but the two of us, even though I could hear distant sounds of roars and men fighting.Everything that happened was building up to this point."You need to go," I said quietly to Zirah who was still behind my
Noah's POV We were winning.Or so it seemed.No, I know we were winning. It started as a tough battle at first especially when they got the upper hand by taking us by surprise- I still wondered how they might have known where we were and we fought to regain our defense since they were attacking mercilessly but hours of training won out and we started to beat them back.Their numbers were gradually reducing, and it also helped that we had support from the Grand Canyon pack since they were furious that they were attacked in their home. I was tearing my way through the men, my eyes trained on the prize, killing mercilessly and without remorse as I inched closer to the man at the helm of all this.Damon Westwood.I had had enough of his constant interference in our lives, and once and for all...I wanted to end it.By stabbing a knife through his cold heart.Or by beheading him.Whichever way works for me.But it seems that just when I was within reach of him, I would spin around and he w
Damon's POV All five of us were surrounding the table. Me, Skylar, Amanda, and two other werewolves one from my side and hers each named Frank and Erik when someone rudely barged in without knocking. We were currently in a private meeting, as we were thinking through our next moves and I had left explicit instructions not to be disturbed in the meantime.Now this.Immediately I got to my feet in front, ready to strangle whoever it was but Erik held me back, placing a hand on the table to stop me."What is it?" He asks the heavily panting young man quietly, patiently waiting for him to compose himself before talking.He was doubled over, sweat soaked through his body. He slowly raised his head, wiping the sweat dripping into his eyes."I-I-I…" his eyes were wide, his face pale as if he just realized what he had done."Get on with it!" I spat out. "We don't have all day.""You can see he's in no shape to talk." Erik points out, scraping his chair back as he stands up. "It looks like he
Zirah's POV Traveling en masse with such a large crowd while trying to move stealthily proved to be a big deal for us.Also for different packs who are just getting acquainted with each other for the first time, being enclosed in a small space wasn't the ideal choice and soon enough after a couple of days, they started to get on each other's nerves.I learned that lots of testosterone and small spaces don't mix when Noah had to come between a brawl brewing for the third time in two days.We'd been traveling for almost a week which was longer than expected but Noah insisted on the element of surprise so mostly we traveled in small clumps during the day and large during the night. It slowed down our progress significantly but it did the job.We were stopping at a neighboring pack who was a very good friend of Noah's and graciously offered to host us.We had eagerly accepted, anxious to get a reprieve from camping life and the tension or altercation brewing every minute.I, for one, had
Damon's POV For some people, it would be hard to lead two different people on a united front. But luckily for me, I had experience in such and it seemed quite seamless the way I effortlessly combined Amanda's people and some of mine. I had called in some favors and put a call through to some of my most loyal men and of course..they answered. Amanda's father was wealthy, and apart from that he was also vastly connected which was how we got this massive mansion to hide our people in and conduct our business without query. If he had any idea of Amanda's plans, he did well to turn a blind eye to it. We were engaging in mindless chatter when a murmur rippled through the small crowd that had gathered here on the balcony. One thing I loved about this place was the view. Sometimes when I stood here, it gave me this empowering feeling, you know, like I could do anything I wanted. And of course, you guessed right, it quickly became my favorite spot in the house. I was lounging in my corner
Noah's POV The taste of defeat left a bitter tang in my mouth as I gathered my men and went back home.The car itself was silent, no one daring to utter a word. To say I was furious with myself was putting it lightly but there was nothing more I could do…. except turn back time which was out of my power. So I sulked all the way home, rehashing all the possible ways that situation could have gone.All too soon, we arrived at the gate's entrance and then I realized I still had people waiting to talk to me.The car stopped in front of the house, and before I went in I was making small talk with the men when I heard my name."Noah!" Zirah screamed, gathering her flowy summer dress in her hand as she hurriedly rushed down the stairs.I was struck by how beautiful she looked at that moment. For a second, she appeared young and carefree….like she should always be.I felt a twinge of guilt when I saw how scared she was, and the guilt expanded to become a large block resting on my chest.She