"I need to make contact with Silas. But it shouldn't come from you. I need answers to a few things." She could have stayed silent and not told him anything. After all, that's what he did.But, this was her. And she didn't want his actions to change her. He was surprised she shared anything with him. His eyebrows nearly reached his hairline before he masked it."Why? Has this happened before?"He conveniently let go of the 'it shouldn't come from you' part. If it had, who was looking out for her then? Even younger, even more, innocent Vanessa. Possibly Silas. He didn't like that. “No. Silas was there for me when my parents weren’t. I need to make sure I don’t hurt someone like that again.” She looks disappointed in herself. He outlined her profile then, her hands fiddling with one of his large t-shirts and boxers. His clothes make her look smaller, and he was happy she would smell like him. The happiness is short-lived. “Do you know what you did? When you thought you hurt your fath
‘Father’. If he didn’t care for theatrics, he’d be gritting his teeth. No way was he giving into Rourke Abel forcing things out of him he didn’t want to speak about.His father was making his way down the hill. His age tenuously weathered the large build. Few years ago, maybe when Noah and Mikhail were twenty, that force would’ve made them shrink. Despite his rebellion, Noah never got over how easily his father had dismissed him from his life. He knew pack first policy, had it ingrained in him. But his father always cared, just not enough.So this prosaic personality now looking at them with squinted eyes and slightly aged bloating near his face, didn’t make him break out in a sweat or make a typical reactionary out of him. Both Mihail and Riyas are out of there, traitors that they are. He knows they dont fear him. But they respect his privacy.“I heard you are wheedling Desmond.” Rourke Abel says in the way of greeting. His big lips and blunt nose, courtesy of aging, have left nothi
“Say that again.” He was so confused, his voice wasn’t above an octave what qualified whispering. Evan rubbed his eyes with his wrists.“I said. Vanessa. is . Gone.” Noah was expecting anger but Evan said it with such excruciating deliberateness, he knew it was true. “Where?” Another stupid question but he had to process and keep talking. He was already heading to her living pad.“If I knew. I wouldn’t be here. I just found out.” Evan fell into step behind him. “Did she ask you to call Silas?” “No. I thought I should check on her and thats why I came. Why would she need me to call Silas? She can just mind link him.” Evan’s perplexed tone cut through the haze. She had lied. He thought she needed to call because she was scared of using the mind passageways to communicate. But she had fed him a perfect lie.She needed to figure out somethings with clarity only Silas could provide. The desperation had practically reeked out of her. “If she’s going there, we can reach faster. I know
He was not the guy who’d rush to her bedroom and return with a couple of blankets, make a tent for them both to stake out on the kitchen floor. No. He’d carry her unless she explicitly stopped him. She was staring at him from underneath her lids, her eyes spoke volumes. She was pushing his limits like always. Her cleavage, incidentally, fell in the direct path of the moonlight from the opposing window. The bared flesh was an invitation to be stroked and marked. “That’s your final choice?” He wanted the pretense of choice, so he could take back some control. His voice had gone hoarse, and he was hard enough that the constraints of his jeans made him uncomfortable. She bit her lip and nodded. He stared at her, wanting to tuck back the locks that escaped her rubber band because they were standing in the way of appreciating her small chin, and full cheekbones. It was unfair at times, how tender and volatile she made him.He didn’t let her gauge his actions, hooking his hand under her a
What could he possibly think of at this moment? It baffled her. His composure. And one day, she was going to undo him the same way. That impenetrable wall of his grating on her nerves. "What? What do you want?" She licked her dry lips."You answer me and I'll let you come." He whispered in her ear.Answer him? She could hardly form a coherent thought. "We can talk later. I promise I'll tell you anything. Just please don't stop now." Her hips bucked back and forth trying to ride the wave off on his still hand, which covered her bare mound and nether lips, but it wasn't the same."No. You will answer me right now." He tapped her clit with his finger.That did it."Okay! Okay! I will!" She shrieked. His fingers parted her lips so he could rubher clit, some more pressure and she could let go. But he knew what he was doing, so he teased her the right way. "Were you running because of what I did or because you hurt your father?" He needed to know."Both!" She was being honest. The ple
"What are you…. I didn't know you could cook?!" She didn't know a lot of things about him. It didn't eat at her before but it did now. "You think I can't?" He sent her a pithy look. And then returned to the task. He sat the pan sizzling, grabbed a packet of brown bread and went on to make what resembled an egg sandwich. She stared at his back, the contours of muscles and veins, symmetry and balance and unintended strength all worked in idealized proportion. What if he could be her personal chef? "Are you checking me out, Vanessa?" He hummed, placing the sandwiches on a plate. "I am" She smacked her lips "you are hot. Really." Her eyes danced with laughter. He already took a huge bite of his bread and egg before placing hers in front. Every mundane thing on him, like eating, was effectively sexy when he did it. She was sitting on the table, her legs dangling down. Noah knew she did it because the chair would be more comfortable for him, it was large and reclined. But he couldn't
"Ian. You spend time playing with him, you forgot my laundry three days ago. Mrs.Kemp had to bring it in." His wolf liked it. The way her body settled into his. The man only wanted to run his hands anywhere he could find unclothed skin. "Shit. Sorry." She actually winced. "Stop biting your lip. I want to devour you right this second." His hands had found the indentations on the small of her back, right above her tailbone. He had seen them when she was arching her hips in the kitchen. He wanted to lick them. See if his thumbs dug right into it when he took…. No. He breathed through his nose. Once. Twice. "Noah. What were you just thinking?"Her chin to his chest, he couldn't miss the tease in her question. If she was playing dirty, so can he. No longer caring if it made her uncomfortable, he uncouth his thoughts. "Okay. Shhhh. Stop. I get it. Me on hands and knees and. Stop talking." She was pressing her palm to his mouth but he licked it to keep them away. In disturbing pauses, she
Noah had the smarmiest urge to keep Vanessa strapped to the car and drive all the way back to where they came from. He was needed back at his palace urgently and his promise ate away at his conscience. Bringing Vanessa to Silas was something he had promised her the night before, she trusted him to act on it. Especially now, since they were here and an old man was closing hiis front door to come greet them.He was aware of his wolf rattling his cage at the similarity of comfort between the girl next to him and Silas. “I’ll be fine. I’ll call. It’s just two days.” She tigthened her hands in his. She looked anxious, he realized. He was feeding into it if he kept behaving like this.“I know.I like how his home is surrounded by canopy here,” he pointed to the North-East and West from where any wolf could be seen coming from miles away. “And high shrubs” They lined symmetrical path, like farming, to let the occupant of the house now their attacker was a large jungle cat, changeling or not