My moans seemed to drive Michael into a frenzy, his desire intensifying with every sound I made. His hips moved with a wild, uncontrollable rhythm, each thrust deep and powerful. He would pull out only halfway before slamming back into me, like a relentless force, his hard length slicing through my wetness and reaching the deepest parts of me.The sensation was overwhelming—my G-spot pulsed with heat as his cock stretched and filled me completely. The pleasure was so intense that I couldn’t suppress the low, husky groans escaping my throat. It was as if my entire body was vibrating with pleasure, my scalp tingling with the intensity of it.I didn’t resist. I didn’t struggle. Instead, I surrendered to Michael, my body laid out beneath him in a submissive pose. I offered him everything, every soft, intimate part of me, letting him take what he wanted, how he wanted. My arms rested loosely on his shoulders, our bodies pressed together, skin on skin, chest to chest, thigh to thigh. The he
Every thrust from Michael felt like a surge of life coursing through me, a pulse of pleasure that grew stronger with each passing second. It was as if my entire body had become a vessel, eagerly soaking up the intoxicating ecstasy that only Michael could provide. The torment I had endured made these moments even more precious, as if the very essence of my being craved the solace his touch provided.My breath came out in shallow, heated gasps as the fire in my lower body intensified. The friction from Michael’s relentless movements had inflamed every nerve ending, making me acutely aware of the desire pooling within me. His presence inside me was overwhelming, his soaked and pulsating length moving with a force that left me teetering on the edge of sanity. The relentless rhythm, the undeniable pressure against my most sensitive spot—it was all too much, and yet, I found myself craving more.Michael’s thrusts grew more powerful, each one a claim, a reminder of the control he held over m
Michael's words sent a wave of heat rushing to my face. The intensity of his gaze, combined with the raw truth of what he said, left me both flustered and aroused. I didn’t want to admit that he was right, but the undeniable pleasure coursing through my body made it impossible to deny.Michael’s voice was low and teasing as he leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re the one who seduced me,” he whispered. “So why the hesitation now? You make it seem like I’m forcing you, like I’m committing some sort of marital sin.”Marital sin? My mind spun. We weren’t married; we hadn’t even talked about such things, let alone met each other’s families. Yet, the thought of it sent a shiver down my spine, mingling fear with a thrill I couldn’t quite explain. But more than that, his words struck a chord within me—this wasn’t about force; it was about the overwhelming, unrelenting passion between us. I wanted him as much as he wanted me.“Michael! What are you—” I started, my voice trembl
The sheets beneath us were soaked with the aftermath of our passion, a mingling of both Michael’s and my fluids. I could hardly believe his suggestive words, teasing me with the idea of “drinking” from such a source. Shocked by the lewdness of his remark, I stared at him, my eyes wide with disbelief.Michael’s initial soft chuckles soon turned into a full-bodied laugh, the sound echoing around the room. Only then did I realize that he was toying with me, playing on my naivety. My face burned with embarrassment, and I quickly averted my gaze, unable to meet his teasing eyes."Don't worry," Michael said, his voice laced with amusement. "I like it when you treat me like this." He winked, his playful demeanor making it hard to stay mad at him.I tried to maintain a stern expression, but my gaze inevitably drifted to his chest, where the buttons of his shirt hung open, revealing the strong contours of his muscles. Michael was undeniably sexy, even when he was being infuriatingly smug. Desp
Michael was a complex man—my lover, full of passion and raw emotion one moment, and the next, he seemed like an ancient being, wise and distant, as if he had seen and experienced far more than I could ever imagine. He carried an aura of authority, a divine presence that made it hard to forget who he was. But there was also a tenderness in him, a fierce protectiveness that reassured me even as it overwhelmed me."I won't let anyone hurt you—no one in the past or future. No one can take you away from me," Michael declared in a deep, resonant voice. It wasn’t just a statement; it felt like a solemn vow, an oath bound by something far stronger than mere words.Long before I fully accepted our relationship, Michael had already made his choice. He chose me with absolute certainty while I was still wrestling with my doubts, uncertain about accepting him as my mate. When Robert had come after me, it was Michael who saved my life, proving his devotion in the most direct way possible.And now,
Evelyn’s POV:"We first suspected the werewolf hunters," Michael said, his voice heavy with frustration. "They’ve always been a thorn in the side of the royal Lycan family. These mercenaries, hired to kill or do illegal work, are well-trained and never leave obvious traces behind. They're more than capable of carrying out these attacks."Werewolf hunters. I knew a little about them—just enough to be afraid.They were a group that operated in a strange grey area between good and evil. On the one hand, they claimed to stand for justice, refusing to kill the elderly, women, or children, and they focused on punishing werewolves who broke the rules. But on the other hand, they could be hired for a price, taking out targets their employers wanted dead, with no concern for the law. They didn't care about the moral boundaries others lived by; they had their own code, their own rules."We found one of their marks at the crime scene," Michael continued, rubbing his forehead as if the weight of
I was stunned after hearing Michael explain the situation. For a while, I couldn’t even react. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine something this horrible could be happening so close to me. I had always lived in such a simple, innocent world—never really exposed to the darker side of society.But Michael, he had lived for over a century longer than I had. He had undoubtedly seen so much more of this evil than I ever would. And if even he found this situation difficult, it meant the consequences were far more serious than I could comprehend.While the status of women has improved dramatically over the last century, it doesn’t change the fact that in certain situations, we are still more vulnerable than men. Especially when it comes to matters of sex. If a she-wolf faced off against a male werewolf, she was at a distinct disadvantage.Our mate bonds—unique to werewolves—do bring stability and security to our relationships, but they also carry the potential for something dark.Once
I felt warm and content in Michael’s arms. My body relaxed, and I breathed in his intoxicating scent. This softer side of Michael was different from what I had seen before. He seemed gentle and caring now, which I found far more comfortable than the possessive and controlling manner he’d shown in the past.Michael hadn’t been cruel before, but anyone could feel the strain of his intense presence. I realized now that he was a prince, accustomed to giving orders and speaking with authority. But I preferred this side of him—the one that wasn’t wrapped up in the weight of leadership.I placed my hand on his strong arm, and for a while, we just enjoyed the moment together. My plan seemed to be working. Instead of resisting him, I had found a way to connect with him, and it was making a difference. Michael wasn’t as guarded as he used to be. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying the time we spent together. More than that, I could sense his relief. Our bond was strengthening in a way it hadn’t b
During that time, Joanna was always off somewhere, traveling by herself. No one knew where she went. She would leave for long stretches, sometimes disappearing for years, and didn’t bother checking in with anyone. Naturally, her parents freaked out, not knowing if she was safe or if something bad had happened to her.As I sat there by the water, Sasha handed me a drink. It was this weird, green liquid that I wasn’t sure about at first, but after a sip, I realized it was lemon tea, with a hint of mint. Not bad at all, really refreshing."And then?" I asked, curious about what happened next with Joanna.Sasha sighed, shaking her head like she regretted it a little. “Well, her parents eventually went to Michael's dad for help. Since Michael was good at handling this kind of stuff, his dad put him in charge of finding Joanna.”I sipped my drink again, enjoying the way the mint cooled me down from the inside. "So, Michael went after her?"Sasha looked at me with a mix of guilt and understa
Joanna might be an amazing actress, but honestly? She's not fooling me. It's like she's playing a role, trying to be someone she's not—probably because she can't stand that Michael and I are together. I could feel her trying to mess with us, but I wasn’t about to let her win. If she wanted to act, well, I could act too.The sunlight felt warm on my skin as I stood there watching her. I smiled confidently, letting Joanna see me looking totally unbothered. She dove into the water with all the grace of a fish. I had to admit, she did have an incredible body—she was rocking a white bikini that had these thin straps crisscrossing over her chest and waist, making her look like some kind of living sculpture. Even the lower half of her bikini had those same crisscrossing straps under her belly button. Honestly, it was a look.Meanwhile, Sasha was already in the water, her swimsuit much louder and flashier than Joanna's. She was wearing this fluorescent green bikini with stripes and a skirt th
Joanna’s POV“So, I’m not the kind of girl who lets a man push her around. After all that happened, I left anyway. But no matter how long I stayed away, I’d always get messages from Michael. Some of them were about family stuff, other times he’d talk about finding his mate or being engaged or something. Honestly, it was pretty confusing for me during that time.”Despite saying she was troubled, a small smile crept onto Joanna's face as if remembering something amusing.“Eventually, I figured out that all of those excuses were just Michael’s way of trying to get me to come back. There was never a fiancée or mate. It was all just a big story. So, I was a little surprised when I heard this morning that you two were mates. But, hey, you’re mates arranged by the Moon Goddess, so everything should be fine, right?”Joanna finished her little story with a bright smile, clearly satisfied with herself. But me? I was furious. My fists were clenched so tightly, I could feel my nails digging into
It wasn't until Michael had completely disappeared from view that I became aware of the unsettling stare from behind. I could feel Joanna’s eyes boring into me, but I refused to acknowledge her directly. Instead, I turned and made my way toward my room, hoping to escape the tension she brought with her presence.But, of course, Joanna just happened to be standing in my path.She wore that same infuriating smile, the one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Your relationship with Michael seems... strong. You’re quite adorable when you're with him, Cecily."Her words dripped with something—sarcasm? Malice? It was hard to tell. I wasn’t sure what she was getting at, but I didn’t care to find out. I wasn’t in the mood to engage with her."I'm heading back to my room," I said, keeping my tone as neutral as possible."I know I upset you yesterday, and for that, I’m truly sorry," Joanna replied, taking a step closer as if that would make her words more sincere. "I didn’t mean to offend you. Le
Joanna's giggle echoed through the room, its beauty contrasting with the venomous intent behind it. Her voice was as sweet as a siren’s, but I could feel the malicious undertones. "Former friends, Sasha? That's not quite accurate. Michael and I were more than friends."I knew Joanna was up to no good. I had seen it in her eyes the moment I met her. Whatever her goal was—whether to make me jealous, provoke anger, or worse—I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of seeing me unravel.She turned her gaze toward Michael, who remained focused on his coffee cup, now almost empty. He hadn’t acknowledged her presence, which gave me some comfort, but Joanna wasn’t finished. "If you two are truly mates," she said, her voice dripping with false innocence, "may I ask, was it the Moon Goddess who arranged this, or did Michael choose you?"Her question cut deep, even though it was wrapped in a seemingly casual tone. I clenched my fists under the table, my wolf surging with rage. Joanna was impl
"Would you like to come downstairs for breakfast, or should I bring it up to you?" Michael asked, his voice soft and tender. As he spoke, he reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from my face. His touch sent a warm shiver down my spine, the closeness between us undeniable.I found myself smiling at Michael, wondering how I hadn’t fully appreciated this side of him before. I had always been so caught up in our arguments, his domineering ways, and the battles for control that I had somehow missed these moments where he could be... sweet. The realization washed over me—there was more to him than the arrogance and possessiveness I had been focusing on. If I allowed myself to let go of the tension between us, there was an undeniable pleasure in being with him.“I’d like to go downstairs to eat,” I replied with a soft smile, feeling more at ease than I had in a while.We walked down the stairs together, and I found myself momentarily at peace. But as we descended, my mind wande
The night had ended in a comfortable silence, with both of us content in each other's presence. By the time I had finished my tasks, Michael was still seated at his desk, absorbed in a pile of paperwork. His brow furrowed in concentration, and I didn’t have the heart to disturb him, nor did I want to leave his side. So, I watched him, feeling the steady calm he radiated.Before I knew it, I had dozed off in the warm cocoon of the study, lulled by the scent of Michael that filled the room. It wasn’t long before I felt someone gently lift me. I knew it was Michael, and feeling safe in his arms, I allowed myself to drift deeper into sleep.When I finally woke up, the morning light was already creeping in through the curtains. My body felt well-rested and refreshed. At some point during the night, I had been changed into my pajamas, and I couldn’t help but wonder if Michael had been the one to wash and dress me while I slept. A small smile tugged at my lips at the thought.I glanced to my
"Oh god, absolutely not," Michael exclaimed, his voice laced with frustration. "Yes, we had a relationship in the past, but we broke up a long time ago. Joanna came by a few times after that, but it wasn’t for me. She had business with Samuel and others. I was too busy to even notice when she came or left. But I swear, Cecily, nothing happened between us after we ended things."I turned to face him, my mind clouded with uncertainty. Should I believe him? Jealousy burned inside me, poisoning my thoughts. The mere idea of him being intimate with Joanna made my skin crawl."My little wolf," Michael's voice softened as he lifted my chin gently. His expression was tinged with regret. "If you want me to apologize for my past, I can. But remember, I’ve lived a long life, Cecily. I’m not a saint—I’ve had relationships, felt emotions, just like anyone else. But if you're blaming me for something more than that, it's unfair. I’ve never been in two relationships at the same time. When I met you,
"I can't just pretend nothing happened, especially after my wolf reacted the way it did." I shrugged, trying to stay calm. "I need to know, Michael. I'd rather hear it from you than find out through Sasha."Michael hesitated, his brown eyes locked on mine as if weighing his options. I held his gaze, determined to get the truth. If he wanted honesty between us, he needed to practice it too."Okay," he muttered, running his hand through his hair, clearly uncomfortable. "She's... a friend."A friend? Joanna's behavior toward Michael was far from friendly. It was passionate, intense—nothing like the casual interactions between Sasha and him. I took a deep breath and asked the question I had been avoiding but couldn't ignore any longer."An ex-girlfriend?"Michael's expression stiffened. He didn’t nod, but he didn’t shake his head either. Silence hung between us, thick and heavy. I knew the truth was coming, but it didn’t make the waiting any easier. If Michael wanted me to be honest with