The third and fourth, however, are more my cup of tea. Erik, a typical manly man, a little quiet, always smiled when I looked in his direction with deep brown eyes. He didn’t play cards but was an eager Dart player; he managed to seem confident and a bit shy at the same time. And like the other two, he was far from immune to Jenny´s advances. His eyes raked over her from time to time, and he kept the drinks coming. The silent type, I snickered to myself. Oh, the silent types are often the most fun!Then there was Johan; he reminded me of Bear in many ways. Just not as dark skin as he had, his hair a little longer, full lips, and a little beard that was last shaved a good week ago, but the best part was his green eyes. They seem to sparkle when the light hits them the right way nearly. Compared to Erik, he was more outspoken, smiled, and he had a booming laughter that vibrated down in my chest. But something didn’t feel right. He was intense, charming, and open, at least trying to give
FlashbackIt broke my heart; it broke my already shattered soul. He was no longer my mate! I didn’t know this wicked person; hell, he wasn’t even a person anymore! Nobody was that evil!I covered my mouth with both hands, shaking, holding back my uneven breath and uncontrollable sobs. And for the first time in a very long time, tears streamed down my face like a burning liqueur of betrayal.The voices slowly got further away; the two men walked away from my room. My mate, no, my former mate and someone else. I recognized his voice, but I could not put a face to it.He didn’t save me, he didn’t change his mind, and there were no mistakes made. My suffering did not concern him the slightest; my life didn’t concern him. In his eyes, I was nothing., I didn’t exist anymore. The memories of the life we spent together were mere annoyances for him. A buzzing mosquito that lingered and needed to be put out of its misery.I felt sick. Not that I had anything in my stomach I could throw up; it d
Gee, I got the wolf with a black belt in weird slogans and insults; whom the hell says that kind of shit!“Hold your fucking horses! Mates?? As in several? Are you high?”“I’m the one that should be asking that! Our honey-glazed, delicious muscle hunks have been thrown at us, and you dodge them like it’s a burning crap pile and sit down in a bar, get drunk, get drugged, and fantasize about sleazy meat bags with a dick! And what for? Just to scratch an itch between your legs!? ”For once, I actually felt embarrassed and a little slutty. Because she was not wrong. But I could not really get past the “Mates” part. Why would I have several mates? I didn’t even want one, did I? And what the heck did she mean about them being thrown at us? Then why haven’t I met them? Why didn’t I sense them? It's not like a subtitle hint when you meet your fated mate.&nbs
“Yes! Who else could it have possibly been? See, I even come bearing gifts! “Marcus came beaming in, carrying a plate with what smelled like scrambled eggs and a coffee mug.Bumping down on the bed, so nearly everything spilled out, my eyes were glued to the coffee mug.“Hey! Careful, don’t spill my precious life elixir! ““Yeah, you look like shit! You differently need some of this!”I squinted my eyes at him and grabbed the mug; I very vel know how I look, but why does he have to be one of those who don’t just know that you don’t say those things out loud?“You should be more careful, too; you know that the other night was right out dangerous!”All of a sudden, he dropped his beaming smile, and the tone became more serious; what did I become a rebellious teenager when I was out or what? He didn’t even give me time to defend myself before continuing his lecture.“What would you have done if I didn’t find you? Huh? What if one of those scumbags or regulars at that bar found you fir
He grabbed his dick and adjusted it a little through his jeans before walking out. So what? His plan didn’t go as he planned this time, and yes, it did bug him a little that he could not watch, but this was just the start. It was a good start! He would make sure she didn’t become too cocky, break her down a little, and keep her vulnerable and in need of help, but at the same time, have her think she has someone she can trust and that this is a place where she can be safe and lower her guards.He opened the door in his little shed; it was perfectly placed at the far end of his backyard, right in the forest line, so half of it was hidden by the shadows from the massive threes.Closing the door behind him, he locked it before opening the hidden door leading down.He worked his ass off for over two years to make this hidden room under the ground, but it was well worth it. Walking down a short and steep set of stairs, he flicked the light on.It was not a massive area, but bigger and bette
Mallory´s POVThis was not a good day; just when I thought I couldn’t be any worse. Guess what? It did!First, I spent the morning throwing things at Marcus; he fucking drugged me! He dragged me over to his own house in the middle of the night! And drugged me! What the hell was he even doing there in the first place?Only to later realize I was already drugged, and he gave me something so that I could sleep the drug out of my system. And just to be sure I knew just how potent those drugs were, he told me everything I did, I said. I just wanted the ground to swallow me! I didn’t want to believe a word of it!I would never beg anyone to fuck me! Let alone down on my knees, beg Marcus to ravish me, tear my own clothes off, humping his bedpost, and try to assault the showerhead. The list seemed never to end! I didn’t want to hear anymore!One more word of what I did, or allegedly did, I’ll just melt down in the ground—marinating in my own embarrassment while I wait for mother earth to cl
I gasped at the sudden burning pain; it snapped me right out of that little trance. He fucking slapped my ass! So hard I could feel the burn through my jeans! It took me a couple of seconds to realize, and by then, he was running down the hall. Shouting and barking? Barking? Really?! For a brief second there, I forgot all about my furry face.“Woof woof! Here kitty, kitty, kitty! Woof woof!”“Serious! Do you know cats don’t bark? Right?”I ran after him down the hall, around the comfy chair in the living room, and over Bear and Ethan's bags that were tossed on the middle of the floor.“Woof! Come here, ehm, Bella? Lady..? Naah, Mallory is actually a great dog’s name! Who´s a good girl, who´s a good girl! ““Just wait till I catch you! Why do you run? Pussy! “We came rushing into the kitchen, squealing, laughing, huffing, and puffing, and well, Marcus came barging in barking too.Like misbehaving kids, we stopped in our tracks when we met Bear´s eyes, and my heart sank. Damn, Bear rea
His warm, strong fingers slide over my other shoulder, and warmth from his hand dances on my skin, lingering. A little knot tightens in my lower abdomen as his grip pulls around my throat right under my chin and tilts it further to the side. I lean back, giving access to my exposed neck. His warm breath tickled on my sensitive skin, leaving goosebumps—the tantalizing feeling of two different emotions mixing and blending together. The slight pain as his canine pierces my skin, then the soft hot breeze caresses my skin. Warm wet lips softly kiss, and a firm hand tightens the grip, making it harder to breathe. Out of nowhere, he stops, lifts me up, and kicks the chair away. I found myself standing right in front of him, with his finger under my chin, making our eyes meet. Without breaking eye contact, he starts pulling the shorts off my hips. His eyes search mine as the clothing falls to the floor. “Do you want me to stop?” This is a different Bear than I'm used to; the vulnerability