My fingers trembled as I reached down, the overwhelming heat radiating from between my legs already soaking through. I was dripping with need, a relentless, burning itch that demanded satisfaction. It was like a fire I couldn’t put out, spreading through me, driving me to the brink of madness.I hesitated for a moment, but the emptiness inside me was unbearable, urging me to act. I slid my fingers into the slick wetness, fumbling around, desperate to find the spot that would give me some relief. But nothing seemed to work. The frustration only grew, making me move my hand more frantically, hoping to stumble upon that elusive release.Then, suddenly, I felt a sharp tremor course through my body. My nails, still a bit too long, accidentally pressed directly against my clitoris. A jolt of pleasure shot through me, fierce and overwhelming, causing me to grit my teeth to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. But despite my efforts, a few soft, desperate sounds slipped out.The pleasur
Michael's rough kisses left me gasping for breath, my lips swollen and my tongue numb from his relentless assault. Saliva dripped down the corners of my mouth, mingling with the water that pooled around us. I tried to pull away, to catch a breath, but Michael mistook my movement for an attempt to escape. His response was swift and punishing—a sharp bite on my lip that made me wince. Then he deepened the kiss, his lips crashing against mine with a force that left me breathless.He had me completely pinned, his weight pressing down on my upper body, leaving me no room to move. I was trapped, forced to accept his relentless kisses as he took my breath away, leaving me teetering on the edge of suffocation.It didn’t feel like a kiss—it felt like a slow, deliberate destruction."Oh, my girl, my little she-wolf," Michael murmured, his voice thick with excitement as he held my face in his hands. His eyes burned with a fervor I had never seen before.There was no gentle foreplay this time. Mi
I sighed, feeling a small glimmer of hope. The removal of the chains, even if replaced by a new restraint, felt like progress. It was a sign that Michael's attitude toward me might be shifting, that perhaps there was hope of getting out of this "cage."I tried to recall what had happened last night that might have influenced Michael's change of heart, but my memories were clouded by a few fragmented, blush-worthy moments. Had it been because I’d taken the initiative for once? My ears burned at the thought. If that was the key to my freedom, then maybe it wasn't an impossible price to pay.I shook my head, trying to dispel the wild thoughts swirling in my mind. Michael had been different last night, unusually intense. We’d had sex frequently in recent days, but last night had been different. He had looked at me with a wild, almost possessive gleam in his eyes when he said, "You're finally going to be mine."I had already agreed to be his mate. I had promised him. So why was he emphasiz
"Shhh—" Sasha placed a finger to my lips, then gently closed the door behind her with a smile. I stared at her in shock. She looked as vibrant as ever, her hair now cut slightly shorter, just brushing her shoulders, giving her a fresh, different look.Sasha’s eyes briefly scanned my body, and I knew she saw the silver anklet around my ankle. Fortunately, she didn’t ask any questions, sparing me the embarrassment of trying to explain. Instead, she sniffed the air playfully and remarked with a mischievous grin, "You smell like Michael now."My face flushed, and I stared at her, speechless."Don't be shy, Cecily," Sasha teased, still smiling. She placed a hand on my shoulder and leaned in closer. "So, tell me, how is Michael in bed?""Hey..." I opened my mouth, feeling helpless at her boldness.Without waiting for an invitation, Sasha plopped herself onto the bed—the very bed where Michael and I had been intimate. She leaned down, inhaling deeply with an exaggerated expression. Then, she
I was intrigued by Sasha’s story. The history of werewolves, especially the Lycans, was something rarely recorded. What little I knew came from the elders in my pack, but there were so few details, especially about the past conflicts."How do you know so much?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me."How do you think I know Michael?" Sasha raised an eyebrow, giving me a knowing look."You said you’ve known him since you were young. Maybe you’re from the royal family?" I guessed."That's right," she nodded. "My father is a member of the Committee. But if we go back far enough, I might even be related to Michael. Who knows?"Her casual remark made me realize just how connected the royal Lycan families were, even to this day. Our pack was relatively lucky to have avoided the worst of the conflicts that once ravaged the werewolf world. We had kept our heads down, bided our time, and then used the peace that followed to strengthen ourselves.Suddenly, a thought struck me. Could this
I slumped back, feeling pretty down. Before I could dwell too much on it, Sasha playfully knocked on my head. "Didn't I just tell you that even the Lycan king's tied to our family? There's no way I could take on something that big all by myself. It's like you trying to run away from Michael on your own—it’s just not gonna happen."“I wasn’t trying to run away,” I mumbled, not wanting to admit the truth. “But... what happened next?”“Well,” Sasha started, leaning back as if she was telling some grand tale, “I got caught and locked up in my room. My dad said he was gonna keep me there until the day before the wedding. Then, he’d send me off to get married and marked like some kind of prisoner.”“Wait, so you actually got married?” I asked, my eyes practically popping out of my head.“Nope,” Sasha said, a sly smile spreading across her face. “I bribed one of the maids who brought me food to start spreading rumors. I told her to tell everyone she knew that I was sleeping with different me
"Alright, I might have something that could help you out," Sasha started, her voice carrying that familiar mischievous tone. "Do you remember how Michael looked the day you lunged at him?""Of course, I do," I replied, my mind instantly replaying that intense moment. "You warned me to stay away, but nothing bad happened."Sasha let out a dramatic sigh, placing a hand on her chest. "You have no idea how scared I was that day," she said, her eyes wide with exaggerated horror. "Michael’s wolf is nothing like ours. It’s sort of an open secret among the royal Lycan family. They say when Michael was born, his eyes were golden. You know that werewolves can only shift after they turn eighteen, right? It’s the same for Lycans."I nodded, signaling that I was following."But Michael was different. Even as a kid, he was transforming into that golden beast you saw, with wild mood swings that were hard to control. It would take several adults just to subdue him, and after every transformation, he’
I finally understood why Sasha had looked so terrified that day. She had genuinely believed that I might not survive my encounter with Michael."But that day…" I trailed off, recalling the intense scene that had unfolded between Michael and me. Sure, Michael had been frenzied, but he didn’t kill me or Robert. Despite everything, his human side won out over his beastly instincts.Sasha shrugged, a little mystified herself. "I don’t know. In theory, only the Moon Goddess' moonlight can calm the Golden Wolf’s ferocity, but you did it that day. So if there’s anyone who can keep Michael grounded, it’s got to be you. You’re his mate, after all.""Me?" I looked down at my hands, trying to process what she was saying. Just a month ago, I was an ordinary girl, stressing about Robert and my studies. Now Sasha was telling me that I, of all people, had the power to influence Michael, a Lycan prince. It seemed unreal."Yes, you," Sasha affirmed, her voice full of conviction. "Cecily, don’t underes