Many parts of the story has mature scenes. Read at your discretion. "Your pussy is such a slut, little one." His deep baritone echoes as he trace a wet line through my clit. "Yes, yes." I let out, my hips squirming as I cling to him. My professor. “So…slimy with juices. My fingers ain’t even inside yet.” I swallow hard at his words, my face flushing red as my hunger grows. “Tell me, little one. How many fingers do you want inside you?” “Two. Please give me…two, professor.” Is all I manage to say as he thrust two fingers inside me and immediately his eyes changed. ___ One minute Rain was nursing her heartbreak with several shots. The next she finds herself in an alley with a hot stranger. It was a long night of moans, thrust and need. The following morning Rain finds out the hot stranger from the previous night is her new professor. He's larger than life. One look at him shows he's power personified but there's this disturbing secret about him. Yet Rain is so much attracted she can't resist. How long will it take her to figure out she's just a bait in a plot for revenge?
View MoreThird Person POV. Mr. Hanks had just finished taking a hot bath, prepared to curl over his bed and have a nice sleep. It had, of course, been a long day of disappointment. Slipping on his robe without much enthusiasm, he headed to bed and as he was about to pull his legs on the bed, a knock blared from the door. A confused frown etched on his face and with an irritated grunt, he stalked over to the door, fluttering it open. Much to his surprise, his new spy was on the other side of the door. “Sebastian,” He called, giving the man a once-over. No, Mr. Hanks wasn't expecting the man to show up so quickly. Yet he allowed him into his room. “You've come bearing news?” Sebastian gulped in a breath, trying hard to break the news to the mayor. “There's something you must know, mayor.” Sabastian managed eventually.The mayor paused, briefly casting him a serious look. “And what might that be?” “There's a pack of wolves…” “Where? How did you find out?” He interrupted Sabastian, growing
Third Person POV. All the mayors stood stunned. Words failed them as they watched what was transpiring. This wasn't what they'd expected. Hell, the girl wasn't like her mother! She's not shifting and that meant she wasn't a lycan. Disappointment filled the “Someone stop the fight!” He barked, shoving his hands in the air. “We can't. It'd reveal we had other intentions.” Mr. Ford replied to him. Shoving his scarlet face to Mr. Ford, Mr. Hanks barked. “I do not bloody care what people will think. I want no harm to my daughter!” He struts towards the drum and instantly beats it. All the cheers and murmurs in the field stopped. Everyone's attention turned towards the mayors. “People of Oakdale and our dearest guests. This is to bring to your notice the tourney has officially ended!” His words were ensued with confused murmurs. Something of sort had never occurred before. The tourney was more intriguing now it had intensified. However, no one had the balls to spill their protest
Third Person POV. Tiago's heart swelled with gratitude, relief, and love. It was all he felt as held his daughter close to him. Rain had meant so much to him even before he realized she was his daughter. The seed of his love for Yulia. Till now Tiago hadn't made sense of why Yulia erased his memories of her from his mind but somewhere in the depth of his soul, he knew she did it all for the best. Running his fingers through her hair, he kissed the top of Rain's head. Gushing a heavy breath. Holding Rain reminded him of Yulia all over again. The woman who made him leave his pack and hide his identity for years while in Oakdale town. “I'm glad you're here, father.” Rain's murmured words snapped Tiago from his hazy thoughts. They broke apart and he looked intently at Rain. Hearing her call him father, made his heart engorge. “You know I'll always be there to support you, Rain.” She gave him a watery smile. It all felt surreal finally having to call a man worthy of such respect her
Rain's POV. This can't be happening, I mutter inwardly as my eyes flutter open. I blink up at the moon and trees above, slowly taking in a breath as Logan's words settle in my mind. Tiago's my father? How did Logan find out about that? Suddenly, I jerk up in his arms and turn my weary gaze at him. "Baby," He says with a frown etched between his brows. When he pulls closer to me, he swipes the stray hair from my face and tucks it behind my ear. "It's okay. I'm here to support you." My eyes are still glossed over from unshed tears. Somehow, I feel like doubting his words but Logan can never lie to me about such things. "How did you know?" Is what I managed to get out.He takes in a breath and shakes his head. "There's a lot you don't know, Rain. This is one of them." He responds, voice cracking. When he looks up at me again, his face regains composure. "Your mother and Tiago were once lovers. They dated without the mayor's knowledge and when she became pregnant with you...she era
Logan’s POV. Rain and I dive into the night, heading to the old woodmill. It’s time I showed her what my life was like before it was so brutally taken away from me by those she regards as her father and protector. I want to show her the family I could have had here with me.We drive through the empty, dark road in silence and when I peer at Rain, I can see the wheels turning in her head. I just let her make assumptions while I ruminate over my past. The drive to the place takes longer than usual but we eventually pull up at the dark woods that leads to the woodmil. We exit the car, slamming our doors. Crickets and other night birds hoot and caw as I round the car to Rain’s side. She’s darting her eyes around wonderingly, rubbing the chills away from her arms. “Where is this?” She asks, turning to face me. A lock of hair slips from her bun, falling into her face. I grab the hair and tuck it back into place. My fingers lock with hers as we gaze into the looming darkness that is th
Logan's POV. She whimpers. She shudders, begging me for mercy but I grant her none. I eat Rain like a twelve-course meal. Like she's heaven, my heaven. The more pressure I add in sucking her pretty pussy lips into my mouth, the more she's torn between pushing me away and dragging me back on her sex. I chuckle at her indecisiveness, she doesn't know which choice to make. Hell, I make the choice for her by settling deeper in between her legs, pulling her calves over my shoulders, and making her ass peel away from the ground, and like the primitive beast I am, I devour her.My tongue lays flat against her clitoris and I tease her with my teeth. Embers of need cloud her skin as she explodes in ecstasy."Ouuuu, Logan...ohhh, please...more..." Her voice escapes her parted lip in breathless whimpers. As she arches her back, rolling unruly over the ground, Rain reaches out a hand into my hair. She fervently grabs my tresses with her palm and tugs my face into her core. "Eat me more...pl
Rain's POV. Under the silvery gaze of the crescent moon and shimmery stars that alight the woods, Logan kisses me. His touch against my skin is tender, and his lips moving skillfully against mine is arousing. Something inside whimpers at the reconnection. The feeling is woven tightly around my chest and slowly it cracks down the walls of resistance I tried to build since I learned the truth about everything. A string of moans streams from my mouth just as Logan thrusts his deft tongue into mine. He swallows my cries of pleasure. His lips, tender, lock against mine with a fierce passion. What is he doing to me? It took all my willpower to stand before him and challenge him but the instant he touched me, my mind went haywire. Now, I'm pliant in his arms, a prisoner to his pleasure. Logan skates his hand lower down my belly where a fire of need has gathered. I try to press my legs together and prevent his hand from reaching my heat.Goodness, I might combust from a flick of his f
Logan's POV. “When are we going to get my daughter away from him?” Tiago sits across from me in my study, asking. Sheer worry bead in his expression. For the past few weeks, the man has been lamenting about getting Rain away from the mayor's care. Hell, I’ve thought so deeply into that but it won't be as easy as it seems. Rain will hardly believe me, especially now she has severed ties between us.After her encounter with Marcel, my mate wants nothing to do with me ever again. I've tried to reach out to know the reasons for her actions but whatever effort I put in, it seems to scare her away even more. Now, I'm broken. More broken than I can put into words. While Tiago blabbers, I channel all of my focus on the students’ reports before me. I'm scribbling around the report aimlessly while my mind runs a mile a minute.How do win her heart back? How else do I gain her trust? I clutch the writing device firmly, scribbling away. Tiago's voice is a distant noise in my ears. All that
Rain's POV. Sweat breaks out on my forehead as I hasten my footsteps to match Zeus's in the hallway. The man had come to my side of the manor, informing me that my father had demanded to see me. It's been two days since my encounter with Kylie in the woods and I've been struggling to keep thoughts about my broken friend away from my mind. Whenever I remember him and the pains he was in, my heart shrinks with sadness. I truly wanted to save him. I just don't know how. Logan had been trying to reach out to me but I've done my best to avoid him. I can't stay with a liar such as him. Once we approach the end of the hallway that leads to my father's study, my pulse magnifies. Who in hell knows what he's about to tell me?I hate the sight of him and the other mayors. Deceitful set of men. Somehow I pray they'll be caught in their own game soon. "Enter. He's waiting..." Zeus's voice rings out and I pull away from my reverie. Taking a gulping breath, I walk into the office. The rich
Rain’s POV.“C'mon, Rain. You look good the way you’re.” Kylie, my best friend, says behind me as she watches me pace the length of my room.I take a moment to pause and swallow down the tension I feel rippling through my body.“Are you sure, Kylie? I wanna look my best tonight.” I state while looking at her with uncertainty.Kylie’s brunette hair cascading down her shoulders bounces as she lifts up her tea-length flowery swing dress and walks close to me.She grabs my hand and pulls me in front of the mirror. My heart surges as I gaze at myself, watching the brown poodle skirt and Peter Pan shirt I’m wearing.I look a bit odd despite knowing tonight’s school dance everyone is expected to dress like those in the 50s.“I’m certain, Rain. You look just as perfect with your Marilyn Monroe hair. Trust me, Killan won’t resist your charm once he sees you tonight.”Her small talk gives me hope and I huff, nodding my head. Killan, the king of our school Oakdale High and his father is one of ...
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