Damien woke up a few hours later, after dozing off thanks to repeatedly inhaling Ada’s hair. The day before felt both like hell and heaven. He had a busy day ahead of him but allowed himself a few more minutes of her warmth.
In the light of dawn, her little nightgown was pretty much transparent and he could see the outline of the underwear on her hip. Those hips were still pressed to his own, probably because of his arm going around her right under her heavy round breasts. And just like that… his erection was back. He would have to deal with it as soon as he got back to his grey empty apartment.
She sighed in her sleep and panic gripped his guts. Her sleeping presence was safe, but he couldn’t face her eyes, not after yesterday. He carefully untangled himself and jumped out of the bedroom window. He was starting to get fond of this house she had built for herself especially with North Forest right outside.
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Ada woke up in the earl
The older part of the city was buzzing with life. Wine festival had been set up in the central square and Moonlight Shine clan had allowed access to members of other clans to this territory after purchasing overpriced entry tickets of course.The artsy clan had found out a few decades ago that the profit of opening their cultural events to other clans outweighed the risks. After a few failed attempts at security, other clans had decided to combine their efforts and each had provided twenty warriors. This balanced out the power and allowed Moonlight Shine clan hold the public events. No fighting, challenging or mating was allowed, although the last rule had been generally ignored. Izolda Mikhailova and Ada’s grandmother Rose had been pioneers of organizing such public events to bring wolves together.Ada and Emma were walking down the center of boulevard named after great werewolf poet Paschkin. All major streets and the boulevard were closed for vehicles to allow
WARNING: Sexual Content --------------------------- The following morning Ada heard her front door and Emma’s familiar footsteps. Except they sounded different. An anxious, frantic Emma showed up in the kitchen seconds later. “I am so sorry; this is the worst time for this to happen. I don’t want to leave, but I don’t know what else to do. I am sorry, Ada... I found my mate.” She was almost crying. This was unlike Emma; she wasn’t a woman to cry. Ada brought her to a couch in the living. After holding Ada’s hands and taking a few deep breaths, Emma continued much calmer now. “I found my mate during the Wine festival after you left. Like you might have expected, she is a she…” Emma looked down and whispered, “She is wonderful.” Ada knew Emma had been with females and males so she always wondered which gender her mate would be. She was immensely happy for her friend. Not friend, her sister. Ada loved Emma probably more than any female in
WARNING: Sexual Content --------------------------- He quickly stepped away and she heard a zipper. “Get dressed!” he barked, waiting for her with as much distance between them as the room allowed. She wouldn’t look pathetic bending over even more to pick up her pants in that position. She turned around to face him still naked below the waist. Holding hatred in her eyes she slowly bent down and pulled her clothes up. Her father was right, this mate wasn’t the right one, she was better off choosing herself. “Did you sell your mate bond to get the Chemical Division of Arca Corporations?” She knew this would come up eventually, it didn’t matter how he had found out. She wasn’t interested in that, not then. “I did.” Damien studied the proud young woman in the shadows of the bedroom he had stepped into for the first time. Her eyes shone with hostility, face had the neutral mask on and chin was raised as regally as one would
“Dude, Emma’s training isn’t enough. You need a more, I guess, professional training. As much as I would like to see that asshole gone, you will die if you challenge him now,” Emil was ranting while finishing his breakfast in Ada’s kitchen.Ada loved him like her own brother and the only way to show it was to feed him. He had been enjoying breakfasts at her house before they left for work, lunches that she packed for both of them, and even some pastries she would give him during the work day. He was starting to think Ada was his grandmother’s reincarnation.“Fine, I will see what other trainings to look into, but I will continue to train with the regime she made for me. Emileack, Vedma called, she wants you to pick up a package for me today.”“Do you think it is some weird stuff to make you more buff? I don’t like it. Dude, what if you come out alive but crippled because of whatever that crazy witch giv
WARNING: Sexual Content --------------------------- Both of their beasts were magnificent. Black and gold next to each other, both large. If met together on a full moon and in a dark forest most other wolves would run away in terror or bow down in awe. On the way back Damien caught a movement behind a large bush right outside of Ada’s house, but no smell gave it away. It was late when they were back and cleaned off from running. Gently taking her wrist Damien pulled in the direction of her bedroom. She was curious, he was eager for more. She knew there was more to sex than what she had experienced. She wanted to feel the pleasure, the desire. Not only had she given him her word, but she wanted at least that connection with the man that was supposed to be her mate. Without any caresses he undressed her and himself and got them on the bed. “Lie on your stomach,” came a low-voiced request. He straddled her with his knees on the si
Ada was climbing the stairs of her grandparents’ summer house. It seemed like they had been spending more time there than at home. Her grandmother had messaged her a traditional accusatory message of Ada abandoning them even though she had visited recently. The most interesting part was that ancient woman could use text messaging. On the large balcony, Tata was preparing little cups of Armenian coffee while grandfather was off to talk to the neighbor. “They are gossiping again.” Tata rolled her eyes. “Men gossip more than women and I believe they made up that myth about gossiping women to divert attention. Remember these things I say while I am alive.” Ada internally rolled her eyes and kissed her grandmother. She wondered why she had been summoned. Tata never did anything without a reason. They sat down to enjoy Mikado layered cake and some coffee. “You father is back; you should come over for dinner tomorrow,” Tata informed. Ah, here it was, the rea
Knowing her father would be home for a few days at least, Ada decided to drop by after work. She knew her grandparents would be at the summer house as it was apple harvest season and her grandfather would be damned if he allowed those kids to get any of his apples. She entered the house to strange tranquility. There was no technology sounds or people activity. Shoes, earrings and the watch had to come off immediately in case there was a need to shift. Silently moving deeper into the house, she heard her father’s booming voice. He sounded irritated; he was reprimanding someone. She was too familiar with that tone. She tried not to run. Following the direction of his voice brought her to Arthur’s room. The door was slightly open, Arthur was sitting on his bed as Andre yelled incoherent words and slapped him across the face. Her brother looked like this was far from the first hit. Ada walked in slowly not to alarm her father. He smelled like alcohol agai
WARNING: Sexual Content --------------------------- “Why are you in a shitty mood? Didn’t get laid yesterday?” Arsen could swear he could tell which nights Damien saw Ada and which nights he didn’t. After learning from his friend about the Princess planning to challenge her father and recruiting Damien as her temporary trainer, Arsen had thought it was a suicide and that even if she won the clan wouldn’t support her. “Have Ara and Karineh track Andre King. He was in the city for a few days. I want to know when he leaves, where, and most importantly when he comes back,” Damien talked frowning. Ara was their best wolf tracker and Karineh was a stereotypical self-taught tech girl who could get into camera and even satellite records and live streams. Hacking an account for G****e Maps history was a useful trick too. “So, throwing our best people into protecting your princess?” Arsen asked a little too cheerfully. “Do you think we s
4 Years Later Ada sat in the car adjusting the hem of her dress as the city hummed outside of the window. Her left hand was permanently kidnapped by a large masculine hand, her knuckles and fingertips were used to soft chaste kisses. She looked at the man one hand on the steering wheel the watch that she gifted him peeking out of the shirt sleeve. He looked good in a black slick tuxedo. Black shirt underneath was matched with a black tie, his usual style or the lack of it. The only color was in the cufflinks. Black circle with a dark golden wolf inside. He had those made custom without telling her. The dark gold of the cufflinks matched her champagne-gold dress. Thin straps, decolletage showing just enough in a dip between her breasts, soft fabric going straight down the body to her ankles hugging that curve from her waist to wide hips. The upper layer of the fabric was transparent with shiny threads painting vertical lines everywhere, creating an illusion of a trans
WARNING: Sexual Content --------------------------- When she came back, Damien was holding her up by the waist. He reached her hands and unbuckled the restraints. Carrying her to bed, he sat her down on the edge. His tall body went on one knee in front of her and she watched him in a daze carefully take off her shoes, then pull the dress over her arms. She stayed unmoving and longingly watched him unbutton his shirt one by one, her eyes gliding over the skin being slowly exposed. He was made out of hard muscles, and yet sleeping on his chest felt soft and comfortable. Her most restful sleep always came and stayed when her head was cradled on his shoulder. Those same muscles that moved under his skin when he thrust into her. Leaning back on her arms, she let him strip off the shirt then start undoing his belt. When he had buckled it back on, she didn’t know. Soon his naked form stood above her. He stood immobile studying her as she studied him. There w
WARNING: Sexual Content --------------------------- A wanton excitement went through her making her hands and legs tingle and she knelt down as he unbuckled his belt. When his length sprang out of his underwear her mouth salivated but she was hesitant. She raised her eyes to him her face so close to his hardness, lips slightly open. He wanted to memorize the sight but her large green eyes looking up at him made him grab the back of her head fisting her hair hard and pressing the tip to her lips rubbing precum on them. That’s the only lipstick she should ever wear. “I can’t be slow this time. Can you handle it?” his voice was strained, pain on his face. She opened her mouth wide and relaxed her jaw taking him in. He let out a groan and pushed himself deeper into the warm wetness of her beautiful mouth. Hand holding her in place he thrust hard into her throat feeling her nails dig into his thigh. She kept her green eyes up on him, tears glistening in th
WARNING: Sexual Content --------------------------- Without saying a word Damien turned them around and walked to the middle-aged man in a three-piece suit casually leaning against the bar and smiling at them broadly. Despite being raised in the thick of politics and games, this scene was unfamiliar to Ada. She intertwined her arm around his which made him look down at her concern on his face. She gave him a resolute nod and they continued. Spines straight, faces disinterested, steps confident. Everyone was partially aware of their presence, most watched Ada’s shapely legs striding effortlessly on extremely high heels, others watched the casual power in Damien’s shoulders and the way his arm snaked around her waist fingers curling possessively. “Alpha Damien, Alpha Ada, please join me for a drink,” the man said cheerfully. Ada almost raised an eyebrow. It had been hours since she assumed her Alpha position and this man was the first one to acknowledge
“Damien!” she exclaimed. Ada watched as the woman’s smile turned into bowtie lips as if in anticipation of a kiss and face tilted up to Damien as her legs carried her straight to him.Ada yanked her hand from his arm and went straight for her throat, claws extending on their own out of fury that burnt in her veins instantly. Before she could feel the satisfaction of feeling the woman’s pulse under her fingertips, Damien’s hand grabbed that whore’s arm and yanked her back out of Ada’s reach. Her eyes turned to his with a question, almost a sad betrayal in them. She was surprised by her own reaction. The wise thing would be to just observe Damien’s actions.Just then the strange woman giggled pulling her arm out of Damien’s grasp and danced away. He looked irritated but calm as if something like that was anticipated.“Ada, meet Kara, Alpha of Crescent clan,” he said. Then gesturing to the man in the
Damien threw distrustful glances at Ada’s woolen forest green coat again. They were in his car on the way to meeting the other Alphas. The coat covered her from shoulders to calves only showing nude high-heeled shoes with metal pyramid spikes on the crisscrossed straps. She had come out of the bedroom wearing the coat not letting him see what she wore underneath.“Uncle Aram thinks we should wait with marking each other,” she said looking straight ahead.He didn’t answer. His dark aura swirled in the car even though she could tell he was trying to reign it in.“Is it what you want?” he asked his voice cold, eyes on the night streets illuminated by city lights.“He has a point. First, it gives me time to establish myself as Alpha for my wolves. Second, we need to prepare other clans to the idea of us uniting. They will think we are merging our clans.”“We are not merging the clans,” he said
A little over an hour later Damien was sitting in the living room watching Ada braid her hair looking out onto the city. She was wearing a simple light grey turtleneck, cream corduroy pants, and brown combat boots. Every curve was hugged perfectly making him dislike the outfit unable to pull his eyes off the arc that turned her waist into hips. His fingers still tingled with the softness of her skin in that spot. He had been forbidden to touch her after she had showered claiming she didn’t want any more of his smell on her for the assembly with her clan. He wanted to seal his smell into her every pore permanently. So many eyes would be watching her that day, conjuring images in their minds, picturing her tonight alone in their empty beds. She walked away from the window after her delicate fingers finished the thick brown braid, and pulled on the dark brown aviator jacket. Her eyes met his and he could sense her tension anticipating the meeting. Ada watched hi
WARNING: Sexual Content --------------------------- Damien watched her sleeping form in the light of dawn. He had been too impatient the night before, they hadn’t even undressed. She had been so spent after that one time. Her pretty head had fallen on his shoulder and her eyes had closed almost instantly. He had to fight his own need after taking her dress, bra and leftovers of her underwear off for the night. She never liked sleeping in a bra. He had stopped himself from looking at her. Her perfect scent had cocooned him and he had fallen asleep face buried in her hair ignoring his erection pressing at her ass. Now in the morning light she looked lovely, sleeping on her back one leg bent at the knee, one hand by her face palm up, the other lying by her side. She had kicked the covers off at night and the comforter only covered the foot of the extended leg. Propping himself up on one hand facing her, his eyes slowly slid over her entire body. She was
WARNING: Sexual Content --------------------------- “It helped, travelling. I stayed among humans mostly and met a few that left their mark on my personality. Morocco is a beautiful place; Venice was as romantic and peaceful as I imagined.” She laughed before continuing, “I got caught in the rain in Venice going back from a castle-museum to my hotel room and ran into the nearest what I thought to be a coffee shop. Turned out to be a wine shop. The owner paired wines and cheeses for me for hours and in the end pulled out some large bottle with no labels on it, poured a shot glass and pushed towards me. They all watched amused as I did the shot on top of all the wine in my stomach. I don’t think he knew I was a werewolf, but he knew I was not human. When his wife yelled at him about getting me drunk, he looked at me and said I could take care of myself but my soul needed that evening with them. He was right.” She was smiling a sincere smile and her arms had sta