Logan’s POV. My feet patter down the floorboards as I walk outside, closing my cufflinks. Lester isn’t where I left him. Hmm, he isn’t anywhere in the parlor too. Discarding the concern for my beta, I head outside. I have far more important things to bug myself with. My wolf gave me an ultimatum, find her or he goes into a comatose state. I can’t risk it for anything. The dark sky settles languidly over the dried earth and my moving feet stir wisps of dust as I amble to the garage. Surprisingly, standing before the rolling door of the garage is my beta, hands crossed over his groin. “Lester. What are you doing here?” I ask him with a slight huff of breath, aiming to get the key to my Audi from me. However, Lester skillfully avoids my reaching grips. “You look so good, alpha.” He says with humor, though his expression shows he meant every word he said. “Nice try. Can I have the keys now?” I attempt to grab it yet again but Lester draws back, saying.“Let me drive you there. With
The kinky room lays in a display of weird bondage sex images. My nerves are jumpy as I take in the models in bondage pants, chastity toys—especially the males, yokes, anal hooks, spreader bars, pussy clamps, bondage bed.I step closer, watching each of the pictures intently as my heart jack-knife against the wall of my chest. Grazing my fingertips at some of the pictures, I find out it’s somehow turning me on.Am I sort of insane? How can be so turned on seeing this?Granted, I’ve read several books on BDSM but I’ve never seen a picture or video on how it's being done.I swallow down the lump in my throat, unsure of what to expect from this one nightstand.I bring up the packet of condom and look sadly at it with a humming heart.That man out there looks like someone that can destroy me, can I really stand up to him?The flow of uncertainties through me nearly makes me gag out of fear. I pace to the window, watching the sprawling streets of Oakdale.I guess coming here tonight is a bi
Rain’s POV.I’m equal parts terrified and turned on by this man before me. For once in my life, I doubt someone’s true identity.Am I sure he is real? A human being?Am I sure those changes in his eye color are not real?I’m filled with uncertainties yet I’m spellbound by his gaze. He looks at me like a meal he wants to devour.My intuition never lied. The way he looked at me back at the stage it felt like he is the key to my destruction.It all feels like he can wreck me apart and put me back together. To think I love the idea of being ruined by him. Being ruined for other men.Professor Logan steps up to me, backing me up in the window pane. The buzzing and bustling of Oakdale people and town all tune out with him in my space. Larger than life. Dominating as a dictator.My nipples peaks with mind-blowing awareness, poking the fabric of the low cut trim dress I’m wearing.His Male and bergamot scent harasses my nostrils, sending tendrils of hunger through me. That hunger to lick up h
Rain’s POV.I soar high in bliss while I squirt all over the place with professor Logan’s fingers inside me.He draws out more orgasm from me with his hand. Sneaking this other hand through my naval, he finds my clit and runs his fingertips there with passion.“Yess, ohhhh, yes, daddy!” I shriek, my hair falling into my wet face.I hold the pane, digging my nails into the wood, uncaring about the stab of pains I feel.I’m only aware of the man behind me. In time, he withdraws his fingers from my hole.I hear him humming satisfactorily as he lick up his fingers. A look behind and I find out his eyes are sealed in pleasure.When he flutters them open, he offers me a smug smirk.“Fucking tasty.” He snaps, landing one last spank on my stinging butt-cheek. My body jerks forward, making my nipples graze the wooden window pane.Then I feel his gait budge slightly behind me before the head of his crown inject a dosage of pleasure through me when he slides it through my wet opening.“Fuckkkk.
Rain’s POV.The light, consistent knock on the door spurs me awake and I grunt, feeling the huge banging of my head.“Ouch!!” I grimace, my eyes narrowed as I rise from the bed.Who the hell is that? I stutter inwardly as the knock persists.“Ma'am, it’s already morning. The club managers are about to do a round check.” The person from the other sides says.I keep quiet, trying to figure out how ended up here. I feel so disoriented, like I had several shots of drink.“Seems she’s passed out. Guess we have to break the door down.” The person whispers under their breath and then I hear their fading footsteps in the hallway.I’m still sitting still, my mind whirling until everything about last night starts returning to my mind like a reel.The feeling of intimacy I felt from last night rushing through my veins.“Professor Logan.” I mutter.In desperation, I flit my eyes to the other side of the bed and I find it empty.“He's gone.” I realize, a lone tear dripping from my eyes.So he chos
Third Person POV.Sloppy sounds echoed in the mayor’s room, followed by the muffled moans of a slender woman with unruly raven hair. She was one of the mayor's pleasure girls.The man’s deep grunts flew into the air as the woman beneath him struggled to keep up with his deep thrusts. Her unruly hair tousling over the arm of the couch as the mayor narrowed deeper into her.Her eyes were shut in bliss, a complete contrast to her gaped mouth that spilled out her cries of untamed ecstasy.The town’s people thought of the four rulers as morally righteous men they could repose their trusts in, little did they know about the abounding secrets of these men.All the Four rulers wanted was for people to bow at their mercy. Just like the supernaturals, they loved power. Hence, their reason for becoming immortals.Who’d know these men had existed for two centuries in this town? No one knew the truth except them and their witch, Sinai.“Stop screeching like a banshee!” Mayor Hanks spluttered with
Logan’s POV. The first night with my mate had been amazing more than I’d imagined or heard. I couldn’t let her slip away from my personal space, nor was I able to keep my lips off of her. Sadly, Rain was not in the least aware of that moment of complete intimacy because she was sex-drunk. I watched her doze beautifully, my scent on her undoing me. My father had told me what rutting with a mate felt like back when he was alive. “Son, rutting is the best feeling in the world. It offers otherworldly satisfaction knowing that woman alone belonged to you and no one else.” “You wouldn’t want to keep your hands off of your mate because every time she’s within reach, you’d be reminded of how pleasant your scent is on her. How well her feminine parts take you.”“You'd be reminded she’s the only person in the world that can make you tick, that she’s your soul-bond. Rutting with mates lets you know there’s only one person holding the key to your heart and that’s your mate.” I spent the res
Rain’s POV..“Ahhh…” The moan escapes my mouth when Professor Logan’s tongue strokes my inner thigh.I’m so wet! I can’t believe it's possible for me to be this wet hours after he was lodged inside me. It’s so good! I cry out inside me, trying to keep myself from moaning out loud. “Hmmm…” He coos, his tongue laving the skin of my thighs. He has one of my legs hanging over his shoulder. His face buried so deep into my core. To think his seed still clings to my pussy. I didn’t think I’d see him here at all. Bumping into him in my father’s office brought my body alive. All the while my father was talking, I only thought of him. My cunt filled up with desire for Logan. I thought he'd be gone before I’m out but no. He had been waiting for me here secretly so he could eat me out. How naughty of him. I lower my head and watch the way his face is squeezed together in raw delight. His kisses are divine and arousing. “Ohhh…professor..hmmm.” I cry, placing a hand over my mouth to sile
Rain's POV. I let out a sigh as I read the text once more. Shit is getting crazier every day since Ivy came into our lives. Now, she's demanding more. I've built my life around Logan and the pack as their Luna to let her ruin things for me, for us. Hence, I'll play her game until I beat her to it. I exit the car, slamming it shut behind me. I lured Mr. Clint into letting me drive myself here. I clasp the stray lock of my hair behind my ear and prance into the diner. Surprisingly, there's no one here except Logan and Ivy. They're seated opposite each other, gazing at themselves. Given how taut Logan's back is, I know just how much he must be seething inwardly. Simultaneously, they cut their gazes away from each other when the staccato of my heels echo. Logan bristles while Ivy plasters a smile on her face. That wicked witch of the west, I curse her under my breath. "Ahh, here she is," She rises, a sardonic grin on her face. I hate the slightest glimpse of her. Right this moment,
Logan's POV. I still haven't been able to let go of the moonstone since Rain gave it to me. Right this minute, it's in my hand and I twirl it around, examining it as my mind wanders places. The morning sun stretches into my office as I stand by the window, looking down at the school ground. My eyes may be pinned down but it's not what I'm seeing. My mind is flooded with the images of the last time I saw my father- Yazi Pierce, in the old Woodmil. It was a sunny day of intense training. I was as bare as him, sweating as I dodged his last attack. I'd pulled away from him with a tired grunt, saying I was done for the day when Agia began her mock laughter. "So much for an heir to the throne," She huffed, smiling as our mother exited the cottage with a jar of tea. "Ignore her, Logan. I personally know you'll be a great alpha," My mother had said, pouring dad and me her sweet tea that swiftly eased my pains.That moment was filled with warmth. We all were basking in it until the att
Logan's. "Goddess!" I exclaim while tearing through the woods in my wolf form. I can't believe what just happened. I was fucking fooled by Ivy! Sweat gathers on my furs, my veins stretching as I bump through the jungle. If I had known it was Ivy, I'd never have gone to the bathroom to bathe. When I returned from work and ventured into my room, I saw a written note and a box on the bed. Beaming, I picked it up and read the context. "Hey, baby. Go to the bathroom, bathe, and tie the towel in the box. I literally thought it was Rain and I had to fucking obliged. I'd wanted to see what surprise she had for me. When I went into the bathroom, I saw the tub brimming with scented water and roses. "Hmm, What are you up to, my luna," I muttered to myself as I undid my pants and shirt, sinking into the water. I'd not lie, the experience was amazing but right now, I feel like complete shit. It was after I finished taking a bath and tied the towel around my waist that I ventured outside to f
Rain's POV. "I told you I'll be there in five minutes, Kylie. Just give me some more time, okay?" I rasp into the phone as I gather my books together into my bag. I'm trying to catch up on all that I've missed since Logan and I went on a trip to the city. "Okay, please...hurry," Kylie mutters and for a moment I pause. She sounds tense. Her voice is clipped. I wonder what happened to her? I sigh and nod even though she can't see me. "Alright, girl." I intone. Once the line goes off, I drop the phone from my ear but I don't stop staring at the screen as I wonder what could've made Kylie so worked up. I exited the library a little faster than I thought and boarded a cab to the nearby Cafe where Kylie insisted we meet. After giving the driver his paycheck and veering around, my eyes scan the area. It's midday, so the Cafe seems a little empty. Through the wall-to-ceiling windows, I see Kylie in the far corner, biting her nails. Instantly, I deduce something's wrong. Kylie never bi
Third Person POV. The mayors all took their respective seats in the dungeon as Sebastian and his crew came in with boxes in their hands. The mayors' bodies were roped with tension. Desperate to hear what news Sebastian brought. They flew all the way here when Sebastian informed them of his return from Greece. "Mayors," Sebastian greeted. "Welcome back, Sebastian," Mr. Fell was the one to respond with words. Mr. Hanks stood up, propping his hands behind him. "I trust you brought good news?" He questioned, body zinging with anticipation. Augustine stood by the side, watching what was happening. The eagerness to get the production of Fomorrh started has him buzzing on the inside. Distant cries of the werewolves rang out throughout the dungeon. A sound they'd gotten used to. "Aye, mayor." Sebastian responded, setting up the box on the table in front of the mayors. The remaining three stood to their feet, inching closer to the table. As Sebastian uncapped the lid, the four pairs o
Rain's POV. "Two glasses?" I blurt out, staring at Logan with wide eyes. I can't believe he'd want me to down two glasses of what I'm sure will be alcohol. "Yes, baby. Two glasses! You have any problem with that?" "Certainly!" I gush, flushing at the way the bartender startled at my rushed words. I turn to the guy who seems to be my age mate and flash him a grin. Turning back to Logan, I whisper through gritted teeth. "I could get drunk, Logan!" He brushes into a fit of laughter at my words, his chest vibrating. "Oh, that'd make tonight more fun!""How?" Then Logan leans in and whispers in my ear, "Because drunken sex they say is usually fun and I'd love to try it. With you." He winks at me as he pulls away, making my brows furrow. Jeez, his words are so powerful they make my clit tingle. I find myself swallowing before turning stiffly to the glasses the bartender has served us. I grab mine and before I down a sip, I glare at Logan and murmur just enough for only him to hear. "J
Rain's POV. Logan takes me around Brooklyn, my eyes are as wide as saucers as I take in the mesmerizing cityscape. I bask in the music and dances of the street entertainers, loving every bit of their show. Our hands are linked together, Logan never intending to let me go. Hm, I love it. I love that he can't stop loving me. And I love the way I love him. Taking the sidewalk, I let him indulge me after throwing a question at him. "So, were these cities in existence centuries ago? How did you find out about it?" And then he launches into a long explanation about how his father once figured out there was someplace other than their packs centuries ago. His father had believed it to be harbored by their kinds but was disappointed when it turned out to be inhabited by humans. The humans were a spectacle to them back then. Just as the Slayers saw werewolves as a spectacle when they found out about the existence of werewolves during their exploration. Logan made me understand that his f
Rain's POV. "Right, I'll be there in jiffy," I whisper into my phone and swiftly hang up just as I climb down the stairs of the manor. My heart is palpitating while I'm attempting to sneak away.It's precisely twelve a.m. but Logan has promised me a trip to New York, and I seriously don't want to miss that. Heart in my throat, I watch out for Mrs. Sinai in the living room and kitchen. A grateful sigh shudders from me when I see the coast is here. Then I gravitate to the door surreptitiously and flick the handle. Oh, thank you, goddess, I murmur with a smile inside me just as I make it outside the house. I watch out for the guards. Of course, I already know they'll be roaming the manor grounds, keeping guard but I already know how to escape under their noses. With that, I dive through the hidden spots until I reach the fence ringed with vines and ivy. I hold onto the trellis and climb up, making sure not to slip. I'd gone over this midnight escape over and over in my mind, and t
Rain's POV. My eyes are owl-wide at the spectacle before me. I can barely breathe through my nostrils, hence, my parted lips play the role. An array of tulips line the edge of the mountaintop. I step forward, admiring the beautiful flowers with every simple touch. It feels so amazing. Plucking one, I perch over my nose and sniffle, the soft scent radiating throughout my body. I can't believe Logan had this prepared just for me. I navigate through the flowers until I reach the middle where the picnic has been set. Different varieties of foods have been set up on the mat. But what literally threw me off guard was the flowers constructed with four words. I love you, Rain. That has my heart spiking and unthinkingly, I turn and peer up at Logan who's standing stiff behind me.His face is pinched with worry which surprises me. "Is something wrong?" I blurt out, gazing at him and then at the beauty sprawling around me. "I know this isn't enough, baby. Look, being ancient, I barely