Watching the bridge descend gave me such a rush. Finally, I’m thinking clearer, sharper. Not indulging the stupid rash impulses that saw me nursing broken fingers and running down alleyways. Kissing Alphas out of nowhere. I had a concrete plan and saw it through. Even better, I have information. Elle was sneaking over this bridge, fooling me and my father into believing she was just a clingy little gossip. The idea of her contact being Ayr is remains hard to stomach. It would tie up with so much but my wolf protests at accusing Ayr too quickly. The man who planned my downfall being the man who I regret turning away on an hourly basis? Time is of the essence. Elle will soon plan her vengeance. Cesar is already searching, who else might she send? There is a real risk that the guard, Edgar, could sprint home to his family and vanish. I handed over more than enough gold. He was glancing back at Pemberton in fear whilst I threatened him. There can’t be that many Edgar's surely? Shit
“What the fuck?” I snapped, flinging the covers back with whiplash speed. In the dark of the room I could just make out Elle’s curves.With my cock standing to full attention I looked down the length of the bed in horror. Her dazzling amber eyes and smirking red lips were all I could see. It would be cruel to point out the way she had positioned herself, my dick obscured the bump in her nose. Almost perfection. But nowhere near.For a painful second, my entire body lunged in furious desire. It was so fucking close to being her. In the dark of night, a swirl of shadows and illusion, there are only the tiniest percentages between them. But I know. I don’t need my wolf to tell me this shit will never happen. “MOVE!” I yell as her sigh of frustration brushes against my groin again. I’m not entertaining this for a second longer. "Get the fuck off me!"I’m physically recoiling, dragging my pants back up and standing from the bed in less than a second.Elle crawls up the mattress and lies
A morning in the Volare pack is enough to convince me of just why Ayr needs this alliance so badly. It’s a shithole. And that’s putting it nicely. There are families here that would kill to spend four years locked in the packhouse cliffs. Leaving my homeland for the first time, everything is brand new to my eyes.A few miles from the bridge, we stumbled into the first major town. Away from the crash of the white foaming river, I had expected to see something Alpha Ayr could be proud of. There is only mud, repair, and the scent of an extinguished bonfire filling the air. It’s wooden and basic. One black flag flies high from a barn-like building, presumably the packhouse,“I’ve only been here a few times. It’s gone downhill a lot,” Robyn whispers as we both try to avoid drawing attention to ourselves. Except I’m wearing a purple gown slashed up to my thighs and Robyn's sports, watery blue eyes, and a green-bruised neck. The more I see of her in daylight, the more green patches I noti
I can’t disguise my attraction for a second. My eyes eat him up from head to toe. Every sinew on his body is on display, a slight sheen catching the sunlight. He’s only just shifted back, his breath misting on the autumn air. Tanned, golden skin with muscles stolen from the gods themselves. A heated blush hit me from head to toe when I looked at his cock and then immediately to his face. Both look good. I daren’t let my thoughts go any further for fear of everyone reading my filthy little mind. Everyone must be able to see how foolishly overawed I was. My eyes, helplessly roving over his bare skin, seemed to be broadcast to the dozens of busy townsfolk surrounding me.At least his face was as dumbstruck as mine. His sharp, rugged jawline softer, mouth open mid-shout at his Beta. But his eyes were a wild swirl of blue and green. Fixed on me. A whirlpool of colour I was completely sunk for. Everything that I said last time we met, rejecting his offer to hide me here, to never find me
The bridge was back up when we arrived. Meaning we had to travel three miles upstream, abandon the horses, all our gear and shift, trying not to drown in the rapids. Racing across the countryside to get to the bridge, I noticed even more white cliff faces were scorched black, some completely abandoned and crumbling. Things are happening behind the scenes. All those scurried messaged and furtive looking Elders. Kallio looks to be crumbling from the inside. Plus, Elder Brent knew we would be racing to a closed bridge, the smug bastard. Clearly, there can never be any trust between Volare and Kallio. We charged into town in wolf form, picking up mindlinks from as many as possible. Raphael was fine. Well, not dead anyway. Just a vicious sword blade across his upper thighs, away from the chainmail protection. He’d bled heavily enough for them to be worried, but he was stable now. He insisted it was nothing. Beta Maxim and the others were clear he was lucky to be alive. I sent Lucas
I’m dying inside. I even said the words “I need you inside me.” I’d sworn never to beg again and there I was, legs spread begging the man who breaks my heart on a fucking whim to shove his way inside me. I just don’t learn. Every time. I fall, relax around him, around anyone really, I find myself standing over another trapdoor. Elle interrupting my mate bond, Ayr offering to hide me like a mistress. Now this. I’ve got my composure, that’s about it. As I quickly trotted my way down the steps, Ayr sprinted to catch up, buttoning his shirt. In the murky dark of the corridor, we were completely alone. “Hey! Cass!” he growled, grabbing my hand. “Let me go!” “Not until you listen to what I have to say,” but I have to get out of here. I won’t cry in front of him. I’m just going to find Robyn and get the fuck out. I’ll camp outdoors, find a shack. It can’t be too hard considering this pack is on its ass. “You’ve buttoned your shirt wrong dickhead,” wrenching my wrist out his grip, my
I charge, my pulse already sprinting ahead of my thinking. Slamming the door shut, there isn’t much I can do in this huge festival of cushions. I need to plan because I’m going to fight. I’m not giving in easy. I want the struggle. Crave it.Because I know when we do both give in to what we want it’s going to be unreal. I haven’t touched him properly yet. I want to see his dick. I want to take it in my mouth and see if I can make his eyes roll to the back of his head. See if he dares call me his good girl when I play with his balls and take him so deep he cries out and fills my mouth. I want to be his possession just as keenly as he wants to conquer me. Tomorrow, I can be Cassandra the Lunatic Packhouse Ghost. Right now, there is no time for regrets. I jump as Ayrs footsteps thunder towards the door, presumably after linking his Beta’s to thoroughly remind them to leave him the fuck alone for a while. My heart is pumping pure adrenaline. The large wood-panelled boxiness of his be
Raggedly breathing in that dank corridor, everything is madness. That was the purest, rawest form of pleasure I’ve ever experienced. Nothing like I expected anyway. I'd thought finally being that intimate with someone would be a purely physical sensation. Except every time her body fluttered and clenched around me, moving as one, I felt our connection strengthen. That grip wrapping around my lungs, my heart,powered my final thrusts inside, chasing the feeling of our wolves colliding, her eyes sparkling. It was overwhelming in every way..Laid in my arms, red-cheeked and smiling away, her chestnut curls were splayed across the wooden floor. She reaches up for me, and I doubt she has any idea how it feels to have her hands on my cheeks. To be wanted and brought down to her lips. I might have just stalked and possessed her like prey. Except, to feel her choose me, even if just to plant a simple kiss on my lips, made me soar. I’m so fucking in love with her. “I…yeah I don’t have words