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
“She had run away. Or was taken, I don’t remember. There was a horrible rumor she had become a rogue but I didn’t believe it. No kid that small deflects on its own. She loved us. She loved me. Even as a kid, her love was palpable. Then one day, she told me her father had hurt someone. Another wolf, by mistake. And he was going to stay away for quite some time. The Alpha had ordered so. We were playing near the ice caves for a long time that day. We didn’t want to come home.” She took a pause, to disinfect the old festering wound. They had played until the nightfall, until Silas himself had come looking for them.Now, years later, lot of things didn’t add up. There were holes the size of trapdoors. It was too late to stop her version of truth from coming out.“I know you told me she is missing. Missing still. But I know she is dead. Nobody, no wolf is gone that long for sixteen years. My brain gets foggy if I try to remember how it all went down. You have told me she was trapped under
Noah crept out of his own place like a thief. His overtures were proven wrong in case of changelings. Maybe Vanessa was right, it was imperative to not wound their pride first. He had no intentions of turning out to be like his father. A merciful, gallant leader. If anything, he wanted to be true. Transparent. And wasn't that an uphill task? Considering how much he partook joy in cunning races against time. This race was not cunning. It was deadly. His phone rang again. Vanessa was insistently calling him, as she had promised. He was in no mood to pick up. He had to weed her out before she became a poisonous ivy climbing the walls of his heart. And he'd forever surrender to her then. Something which came at a great cost to him. He couldn't let go of the suspicion though. Ensnared by the fact that Ian's arrival here was substantial to their fight. Rudiger and Desmond were falling apart. If Rudiger came to him now, he'd betray his weakness. Still, the ingenious target was Walter De
The knowlege confounded her as she returned home. When had Vanessa began to call The Villaher her home? She didn’t know. She didn’t care.Silas had told her so many things but her sub-concious couldn’t explain away the night terrors or that she could be recipient of rogue connections, like with Ian. She had missed him a lot too, hearing his voice over the phone wasn’t enough. She slid her notepad in the front pocket of her jeans. Her jumbled handwriting informed her Ancient blood skipped two generations and in her case, it was absent for centuries. No one, on her maternal or paternal side had been lucky enough.Luck, was a knock out excuse made to feel helpless people powerful, because what she felt was not lucky. If she were in her former pack, she’d be taking over her father’s responsibility and battling sexism every step of the way. It was further from dream come true but it wouldn’t be like this at least. A fearsome monstrosity in her womb that disparaged, like some vestigial org