It's warm. A comfortable warmth that has me snuggling closer to the source. My arms tighten around the furnace that's giving me such wonderful sensations and my brows draw together. Are furnaces made of skin? Smooth, muscular, hard skin? My eyelids come apart with some effort due to the sandman's visit. My vision is a bit blurry at first so I use the back of my hand to rub my eyes, dislodging some crust and allowing me to finally take in the sight before me.I'm laying on his chest, my mouth is right beside his nipple and I have to swallow to resist the urge to take it in my mouth. One of his arms is wrapped securely around my waist while the other is on his stomach. His stern expression is relaxed in sleep making him look younger and innocent, which is so far from the truth. The things he did to me last night… a shiver travels up my spine; I've never felt so many things at once. It might be because of my lingering feelings for him or maybe he's just that good. I feel a full body
"Whatever you want to tell. What about your parents?" It's like a bucket of ice cold water is poured on my head despite being in a hot bathtub and I'm plunged headfirst back into reality. I gasp unconsciously, bringing a hand to my mouth; the bath bomb falling from my hand and into the water with a light splash. I have literally been frolicking with the enemy and enjoyed it. I am ashamed to say that I enjoyed it very much. My parents would be rolling over in their graves right now in disgust. My feelings for him mean nothing in the face of his unforgivable sin. He is by my side in an instant, "What happened?" He asks and goes ahead to check for whatever injury he thinks I have. His face is contorted with worry, concern in his eyes which I know is as fake as his affections. His touch makes my skin crawl and I place a hand on his chest to push him away but he doesn't budge. "I just moved too fast and my sore muscles reacted accordingly." My voice is stilted compared to before and i
The swish of the loofah against his skin as the water drips from it and splashes into the tub lets me know he's still washing. I've got to make this quick. Standing on the tip of my toes, I walk out of the room with bated breath; my eyes on the bathroom door until I'm out of the room and into the dark passage. It's a straight road down so it's easy to navigate but then here comes the hard part. It's like a dead end; there's no lever or button or anything that looks like it could be used to move the wall just as Lucius had done. I started to pat the wall in random places as fast and quietly as I could. A particular place felt loose as I ran my hand over it and I pressed on the spot harder, causing the wall to open soundlessly. The inconspicuousness of the king's chambers is to my advantage. The room is dark; all the lights were off which didn't deter me in the slightest. Even if I didn't have night vision, I can use my other senses to find my way and that is what I did since it's m
I end up sitting on the bed in nothing but a soft fluffy robe because there is no way in hell that I am putting that thing on. I'm going to take much pleasure in ending him; does he think I'm some kind of brothel whore?! Cotton booty shorts and a lacy bikini top is not my style or anything I have ever imagined myself wearing. The nightgown was a first and I'd rather not add another to the list. A few minutes pass by and I use them to steady myself. I remove the box from my pocket and lift up the lid. My eyebrows shoot up in surprise and draw in almost immediately in confusion. A lip balm is the least of my expectations and somehow a total letdown. It's even placed on a soft red cute little cushion. Talk about over kill. I lift it out of the container and turn it left and right; looking for any special engraving but I find absolutely nothing of that sort. The witch had told me that whatever she was in the box wouldn't kill the king immediately since he is too powerful. Instead, it
"You forgot your lipstick." He kisses my forehead and goes to pick the lip balm from the bed. My heart stops for a full second and starts up again in pace so fast, a hummingbird would be jealous. Seeing the balm in his hand fills me with dread and an aching hurt that spreads through my whole body. I have to remind myself to breathe as he walks towards me with the weapon of his destruction. I'm too busy panicking to notice the calculative look in his eyes. "You know, we haven't talked about what happened in the bathroom and where you had run off to after you left me?" He comes to stand in front of me and narrows his eyes; my breathing stops completely. "Why is your heart beating so fast? I already said I would never hurt you. Are you afraid of me still?" I open my mouth to reply but the sight of that thing in his hand is scrambling my thoughts. "Uuh.. Umm.." I swallow and make a show of rubbing my throat. "My throat is a little sore." He already gave me an excuse so I'll just go wi
He hasn't looked at me since we started eating and knowing he is upset with me makes it hard to stomach any food despite its pleasing scent and taste. "Is the food not to your liking?" He asks without looking at me, his attention is focused on the steak he is currently cutting up in a way that lets me know he's intentionally ignoring me. I shift my very exposed derriere on the bed; the back of the shorts had since ridden up and disappeared. "I'm not particularly hungry," I reply quietly; the omelet I've been tossing around looks unappetizing in the face of his passive anger. He hums and forks a rather huge piece of steak into his mouth. I let out a dejected sigh as he goes back to ignoring me. The only sounds in the room are his quiet chewing and my utensils clanging against each other. A fork with a small piece of chicken on it appears in front of my face, making me look up in mild surprise. His hand is paused in midair and nudges the fork against my lips, smearing some of the s
Judging from the illuminous rays of the sun shining through the curtains and covering the room in it's warm glow, I'd say the day is in full swing which means my departure is imminent. We've been tangled in the sheets for some time now but neither one of us wants to detach from the rejuvenating cuddle we somehow fell into. The circular motion of his hand on my back seems like an unconscious movement but relieving nonetheless. My head is lying on his chest as I trace a swirly pattern around his areola; his breathing makes his chest move up and down in a rhythm I like very much. It is well into the morning already and I was only meant to stay here for the night and leave early this morning but I guess we got carried away; the copulation of our bodies something so incredible, we couldn't resist indulging ourselves for so long; but the inevitable is near. I take a deep breath, knowing that what I'm about to say will not bode well with him but it is for the best. My thoughts are a bit
"When will Richard be back?" I ask my sister turned nagging witch. The faster he gets back, the sooner she finds someone else to pester. "In an hour or so but we're not talking about him. I'm worried about you, May." She has been sitting at my feet, on the bed and yapping on about how strange I've been behaving for however long. I'm not really listening. "Well don't be, I'm perfectly fine. I'm just resting." "Are you sure you're okay?" Sarah asks for what is probably the millionth time and again I reply."Don't you have something better to do?" She pouts and makes puppy eyes at me, making me roll my eyes. "Just because today is my off day from work doesn't mean you get to pester me." She scoots closer to me, causing the bed to bounce a bit and a slight wave of nausea washes over me. "But you've been in bed all day. You haven't eaten anything today and it's almost lunch time. You're also being meaner than usual." I scoff. "I'm always mean as you so kindly put it. What you call m
Xavier's POV"May!" The siblings yell in terror as my beloved rushed towards them, her heart rate increasing at a frightening pace. "Bring water!" They splash water on her face but she doesn't budge. "May?!" Richard yells, eyes wide in panic and lightly taps on her cheek. Sarah puts her ear to Maya's chest and sighs in relief. "She's alive." "Of course she's alive. I can hear her breathing. Don't say such things." Richard snaps at her, making me frown but she only humphs. "I didn't mean it like that. Come on and lay her down."He complies and gently carries her to the only couch in the sitting room. Sarah starts to pace as she twists her hands together, a clear sign of frayed nerves. "She's been in bed since this morning and now this? What if she's ill? Maybe that's the reason she's been in bed all week. She's sick but doesn't want us to know. No wonder she had been upset when I suddenly started assuming…""I didn't know all this was happening. When were you planning on letting
"Are you really okay? You're rubbing your stomach. Does it hurt? Don't lie to me, May," Richard demands with a worried frown. His body is tense because of the presence of a powerful Lycan in the house and the thought that he might not be able to protect us if it calls for him. "Calm down, Richard. I'm fine and so is Sarah." I reply even as dread fills me after I belatedly remove my hand from my stomach. "We don't know that," he hisses through clenched teeth, making me roll my eyes and look towards the kitchen. I can't see them but I can clearly hear smooching sounds and only hope they go no further than that. Judging from my brother's twisted expression, he can hear it too. Thankfully, they emerge from the kitchen in one piece except for swollen lips and poorly straightened clothes. "There's some lipstick here." I point to the corner of my lips and Sarah's cheeks explode with color as Xavier reaches up to clean his mouth. There's some on his neck too but no one else seems to not
"Are you okay?" What?They both rush to my aid but I wave them aside; the shocking possibility now at the forefront of my mind. "Maya?" Richard rubs my shoulders while Sarah stands beside me, obviously panicking for absolutely no reason. I should be the one on the verge of an existential breakdown. "I'm fine, I just ate too fast that's all." I drop the fork I had been using, pick up the glass of water with both hands and proceed to nurse on it. A child can't be growing inside of me. I cannot be pregnant, it's impossible. I mean we forgot to use protection in the heat of it but I'm on birth control so it's not possible. My breathing becomes a little easier at the relieving thought. My luck cannot be that bad. "Okay, if you say so. You haven't eaten anything since this morning so it's no wonder," Sarah mumbles and walks back to the kitchen. "Richie, come help me with the food. May, you might as well set the table." Richard and I make eye contact and snort at her bossy tone. She r
"When will Richard be back?" I ask my sister turned nagging witch. The faster he gets back, the sooner she finds someone else to pester. "In an hour or so but we're not talking about him. I'm worried about you, May." She has been sitting at my feet, on the bed and yapping on about how strange I've been behaving for however long. I'm not really listening. "Well don't be, I'm perfectly fine. I'm just resting." "Are you sure you're okay?" Sarah asks for what is probably the millionth time and again I reply."Don't you have something better to do?" She pouts and makes puppy eyes at me, making me roll my eyes. "Just because today is my off day from work doesn't mean you get to pester me." She scoots closer to me, causing the bed to bounce a bit and a slight wave of nausea washes over me. "But you've been in bed all day. You haven't eaten anything today and it's almost lunch time. You're also being meaner than usual." I scoff. "I'm always mean as you so kindly put it. What you call m
Judging from the illuminous rays of the sun shining through the curtains and covering the room in it's warm glow, I'd say the day is in full swing which means my departure is imminent. We've been tangled in the sheets for some time now but neither one of us wants to detach from the rejuvenating cuddle we somehow fell into. The circular motion of his hand on my back seems like an unconscious movement but relieving nonetheless. My head is lying on his chest as I trace a swirly pattern around his areola; his breathing makes his chest move up and down in a rhythm I like very much. It is well into the morning already and I was only meant to stay here for the night and leave early this morning but I guess we got carried away; the copulation of our bodies something so incredible, we couldn't resist indulging ourselves for so long; but the inevitable is near. I take a deep breath, knowing that what I'm about to say will not bode well with him but it is for the best. My thoughts are a bit
He hasn't looked at me since we started eating and knowing he is upset with me makes it hard to stomach any food despite its pleasing scent and taste. "Is the food not to your liking?" He asks without looking at me, his attention is focused on the steak he is currently cutting up in a way that lets me know he's intentionally ignoring me. I shift my very exposed derriere on the bed; the back of the shorts had since ridden up and disappeared. "I'm not particularly hungry," I reply quietly; the omelet I've been tossing around looks unappetizing in the face of his passive anger. He hums and forks a rather huge piece of steak into his mouth. I let out a dejected sigh as he goes back to ignoring me. The only sounds in the room are his quiet chewing and my utensils clanging against each other. A fork with a small piece of chicken on it appears in front of my face, making me look up in mild surprise. His hand is paused in midair and nudges the fork against my lips, smearing some of the s
"You forgot your lipstick." He kisses my forehead and goes to pick the lip balm from the bed. My heart stops for a full second and starts up again in pace so fast, a hummingbird would be jealous. Seeing the balm in his hand fills me with dread and an aching hurt that spreads through my whole body. I have to remind myself to breathe as he walks towards me with the weapon of his destruction. I'm too busy panicking to notice the calculative look in his eyes. "You know, we haven't talked about what happened in the bathroom and where you had run off to after you left me?" He comes to stand in front of me and narrows his eyes; my breathing stops completely. "Why is your heart beating so fast? I already said I would never hurt you. Are you afraid of me still?" I open my mouth to reply but the sight of that thing in his hand is scrambling my thoughts. "Uuh.. Umm.." I swallow and make a show of rubbing my throat. "My throat is a little sore." He already gave me an excuse so I'll just go wi
I end up sitting on the bed in nothing but a soft fluffy robe because there is no way in hell that I am putting that thing on. I'm going to take much pleasure in ending him; does he think I'm some kind of brothel whore?! Cotton booty shorts and a lacy bikini top is not my style or anything I have ever imagined myself wearing. The nightgown was a first and I'd rather not add another to the list. A few minutes pass by and I use them to steady myself. I remove the box from my pocket and lift up the lid. My eyebrows shoot up in surprise and draw in almost immediately in confusion. A lip balm is the least of my expectations and somehow a total letdown. It's even placed on a soft red cute little cushion. Talk about over kill. I lift it out of the container and turn it left and right; looking for any special engraving but I find absolutely nothing of that sort. The witch had told me that whatever she was in the box wouldn't kill the king immediately since he is too powerful. Instead, it
The swish of the loofah against his skin as the water drips from it and splashes into the tub lets me know he's still washing. I've got to make this quick. Standing on the tip of my toes, I walk out of the room with bated breath; my eyes on the bathroom door until I'm out of the room and into the dark passage. It's a straight road down so it's easy to navigate but then here comes the hard part. It's like a dead end; there's no lever or button or anything that looks like it could be used to move the wall just as Lucius had done. I started to pat the wall in random places as fast and quietly as I could. A particular place felt loose as I ran my hand over it and I pressed on the spot harder, causing the wall to open soundlessly. The inconspicuousness of the king's chambers is to my advantage. The room is dark; all the lights were off which didn't deter me in the slightest. Even if I didn't have night vision, I can use my other senses to find my way and that is what I did since it's m