Troy I sat in the window, watching the rain pour down. It started around the early morning hours. The storm was so violent that it rattled the windows and woke me from a dead sleep. I hadn't been able to go back to bed since, and I had no energy or desire to do anything other than sit here and watch the rain. Thunder exploded right next to me, shaking the very foundations of the mansion, and two seconds later multiple bolts of lightning lit up the dark skies. It had been a long time since thunderstorms reminded me of that day. It was so long ago now, and over the years, I learned to love the rain again, learned to take joy in nature’s symphony, but today I was that frightened five-year-old pup again, dragged from his bed in the middle of the night to be sacrificed for my father’s war. I had no idea what brought the memory on or why. I didn’t care to examine the why or how. I just wanted to forget again, but the memories kept flooding in, unbidden and unwanted. ** Water poured fro
Quinn Troy hopped off the windowsill and stretched, giving me a breathtaking view of his muscular frame. It was the first time that he didn’t appear to be in full control of himself, and while he’d shown me a softer side, I’d never seen him vulnerable, yet that was the only word that tumbled through my head as I stared into his sad, honey eyes. “You should go now,” he said. “No. Why?” I asked, knowing full well that my bold refusal to follow his orders could end in tears, although it hadn’t so far, and his threats scared me less and less with each passing day. At first, it didn’t look as if he’d answer me, but then he said, “I’m battling to control my wolf.” “Will he hurt me?” “Not on purpose, no, but you are human and he doesn’t know how to be gentle.” I didn’t want to leave. Some new part of me, a part I didn’t even know existed, wanted to stay with Troy, wanted to see how far I could push him. I had no idea what I wanted to do with him once he reached that breaking point, or h
Quinn Troy closed the bedroom door behind him and locked it. I stood by the bed, tearing at my freshly done nails, staring at him while all sorts of scenarios ran through my head. Most of them were dirty, and not exactly unwanted, but I was still nervous. My lack of experience stood out in stark clarity, and I had no idea how I was supposed to please a man like him. I wasn’t even sure I could pleasure a normal man, let alone a feral man-wolf creature like Troy. “What’s going through your mind?” he asked and walked straight past me to the wingback chair by the window. I did not expect him to start another conversation, and he caught me completely off-guard. “I-“ heat crept up my neck and set my cheeks alight. I couldn't possibly tell him that I just imagined him with his head between my legs. I shook my head and bit into my lip. “You have to talk to me, Quinn. If you can’t even say the words, how do you want to move forward with this relationship?” Did he just say relationship? “I
TroyThis wasn’t usually how I did things. I always planned any scenario with my partners, going into minute detail with them, making sure we both knew each other’s limits, boundaries, and safe words. I made extra sure that I was in control of myself and that there wasn't even the slightest chance that I'd fuck up and give away parts of myself no one was supposed to know.And I never did it with someone who was as inexperienced as Quinn was, which terrified and filled me with exhilaration at the same time.I had never just pulled a girl over my lap and spanked her, yet that was what I did with Quinn. It was partly irritation that drove me to it, but mostly it was my own fucked up desire to hear her call out my name as I felt the sting against my palm when my hand connected with the supple flesh of her delectable little butt.It was too late to take it back. I had told her I was going to do it, and I had to follow through. It was who I was. Always in charge and always in control. I was
Troy For a good minute, I couldn’t move or speak. My mind reeled with the many possibilities, but I was so close to losing control and doing something stupid that I didn’t even want to risk her hands anywhere near my cock and balls. Taking her own initiative for once, Quinn slipped her fingers under my shirt and started to trace the outline of my abs. Her touch was pure, erotic electricity. I was about to lose my damn mind. Her hands went down instead of up, going straight for my belt. I grabbed her wrist. "No," I said in a husky voice and I pointed to the floor on the other side of the bed. “Get on your knees. Hands behind your back.” She rolled off the bed and knelt in front of me, placing her hands behind her back. I sat up, swinging my legs on the floor and got to my feet. I undid my trousers and with a relieved sigh, freed my aching, throbbing cock. Her eyes widened a little as she stared at my erection. She looked at my dick like it was a deadly, venomous snake. “Look at me
Quinn I stood with my back to the mirror, trying to look over my shoulder at the bruises Troy left on my skin last night. I thought it would be worse, but there was only one visible bluish bruise in the crease where my butt and back leg met. I traced a finger over it, shuddering when I remembered what happened yesterday. I burned with a kind of uncomfortable embarrassment and mix of pride when I replayed the previous night through my head. Not once did I feel small or degraded - the opposite happened. Watching the helpless way Troy lost control of himself when he came at the mere sound of my voice gave me a sense of power I never knew I possessed. I never liked pain. What kind of moron did? I always associated being beaten, or in this case spanked, with something negative. In my mind, it was a punishment, a tool of humiliation, and my mother always beat me out of anger or to correct some kind of behaviour she found unacceptable. Troy wasn't angry at me, nor did he try to humiliate
Quinn “Not even a hello, huh?” “Answer me," Troy growled. "What took so long?” What the hell was going on with him today? “I didn’t take the phone out of the box until it started ringing.” “Raf told me he gave you the phone half an hour ago,” Troy snarled on the other end. “How long does it take you to open a box?” “I didn’t know it was already set up, and I was talking to Missus Lowry.” “About what?” “Woman things. What’s going on?” He sighed dramatically, and I could just picture him tousling his thick hair, making it all messy. “I’m just checking in with you.” “Why? Are you afraid I’ll run away?” “Try to out-run Raf, I dare you.” “Am I your prisoner?” I teased. “Yes,” he said in a deadly calm and dangerous voice. He clearly was in no mood to play around. “I already told you that you’re not going anywhere.” Maybe this strange control thing of his was the reason so many women ran from him. “Well…you can relax. I don’t really feel like running away today. Maybe tomorrow.”
Quinn Glover’s mouth dropped open in surprise. Yesterday, I was a timid little girl who made no demands, but something flipped between then and now. Even the way I spoke to Missus Lowry was unusual for me. I had no idea where my new-found courage came from. I didn't even know the voice that told me I was Alpha-descendent. I just knew I liked it, and I had no intention to back down ever again. I was sick and tired of others telling me what I could and could not do. I used to be so quiet. I always knew my place. Like a trapped little mouse, I always tried to hide and shy away from others, always tried to please them. I was so sick of it. I didn’t want to be quiet and in my place anymore. “Thomas Shelby is an Alpha of the north. He’s not part of Prince Troy’s kingdom," Raf finally said. "You are a princess of the east, you can’t just walk in there and demand to take your brothers." I turned on my guard. “Where is Dexter Maree from?” “Also the north,” Raf said. “So I’m from the nort