Elise felt a heavy weight of pressure on her shoulders as she trudged back to her room, after her talk with Rygan; it took a lot of silent stare-downs before they’d agreed on her training alone with him. She knew Rygan was only trying to protect her and going out of his way to help her shift, even though she had tried her very best to avoid him, It still ended up this way with them being alone after all. Her wolf beamed with happiness from it. But she hated what this meant to her wolf; she would be close to him again, and Moon knew what kind of things his proximity would do to her heart. It left her tossing and turning all night with questions until dawn came. She made it out the door to Vienna's cottage, recalling that she left her training gear in Vienna’s care since her cottage had become a close comfort for Elise. She even had a cozy spare room kept for her, courtesy of Vienna's doting. She goes to the pantry the moment she steps into the warm, cozy house and the large f
Elsie had no idea why she felt so nervous—maybe because she was in the same close space as Rygan and they were alone, or just because his annoyingly handsome face was a few inches from hers. It took a good second before he let go and walked to the other end of the ring. Elise's gaze flicked to the arms resting on his waist; the gesture made his muscles flex as he looked deeply at her. “Get into your sparring stance, El; I want to see how much you’ve been trained,” he instructs Elise. She takes a much-needed deep breath as she gets into position, her hand forming a raised fist, protecting her core and face from any incoming attack. She made sure to let her feet hold down and planted them to the ground. Rygan was impressed by her quick reaction as he shifted into an identical stance. “I want you to pin me down. I want to know how much you’ve learned and how fast we can go to the next stage of your training. His face was stoic as the air calmed and the whole place was quiet.
“I want you to strip,” Rygan says to Elise. She looked at him like he’d grown another pair of monster heads, her thoughts too frozen to form a sentence as her eyes blinked rapidly. “You’re not serious.” “Oh, I am,” he replied. “This is how I train, and we will be spending hours, if not days, until your shift is successful, and I know you can do it, little wolf,” he said to her. She watched as he took off his underwear. She forced herself to look at anything other than his bare and hung member. “Moons have mercy on me; I'm not strong for this,” Elise muttered to herself. She forced herself to focus back on his torso. Elise contemplated how many seconds it would take for him to catch her if she tried running away from him and giving up on shifting, but as annoying as Rygan was, he was one tempting hell of a beast to admire. “Or are you afraid of a little skin, little wolf?” He teased Elise; she knew he was trying to play with her mind and tried hard not to react
“Tell me what you want,” Rygan whispered into her ear, his hands trailing down her spine. His touch felt like a drug, making her dizzy. She wanted more of it; she wanted him to consume her whole. She felt her claws sprout out, her canines sharpen, and a change in the air as her instincts heightened. She traced those claws on Rygan’s skin, her wolf greedy for more.an unchecked hunger for him sizzled in her system. Elise felt like she was losing herself, losing the battle between her and her wolf again. She couldn’t let it take absolute control like it did before, not again. “Tell me,” Rygan’s voice echoed, her hands fisting in his broad shoulders, pulling him in as she began to murmur softly against his skin. She wanted so much for him to take her roughly on the ground, to make love to her until she was full and sated. “I need...I need,” she whimpered. “I need to stop,” she whispered, finally gaining the courage to pull away from him. That dark tension shriveled up, and she
Elise couldn’t help but blink back in surprise at Rygan’s words, taken aback by the absurdity of his game. “I’m going to be hunting you,” Elise repeated, speechless as she watched the alpha take off his shirt, nodding in affirmation. “Yes, I’ll be training you to hunt today; it’s to hone and sharpen your senses, especially to know how to track your enemies. Thirty seconds ahead, and if you cannot find me before then, I win, and my wish will be very much intent on what I want,” he answered, his eyes darkened with those words. Elise couldn’t help but feel a shiver spread down her spine from his husky tone. A promise of his win. His pants came off next, leaving him naked. He strapped the oddly large bag to his chest as he shifted into his wolf form; now the bag hung snugly and more comfortably by his side. "Do not idly waste time, Elsie; remember, I am not your companion or friend right now but an enemy you need to face and fight because after two more howls, I wi
“Hold on to me,” Rygan instructs as his hands move to sweep under her thigh, catching her in a bridal position. He makes sure her hand is wrapped tightly around his neck before he races at full speed. Elise dipped her nose further into his nape, taking in his scent to cool the aching heat rising in her core, but it wasn't enough; she wanted to feel the warmth of his inviting skin. Stormy clouds darkened as the wind blew faster and the rain began to fall, but he was quick to get into the cabin before any real damage could occur. They were both damp from the rain showers that had finally turned into a full-blown storm. He took up the match and lit the fireplace, with Elise dropped on the large couch. But as he adds more wood to the fireplace, Elise stands up from the couch, her eyes glazed with lust. Rygan then hears a quiet thud, and he turns to see that his wet, heavy tunic is now on the ground and Elise is naked. Her perky breasts were halfway covered by her damp, long ha
Their hot breaths heated the room, and Elise's moans cut through the storm outside, with Rygan watching Elise shatter from his touch. Rygan was ravenous in his exploration of her body; he couldn’t get enough; he didn’t want to get enough; he wanted to take her in like an obsessive drug. The scent of her skin felt so serene and addictive that he licked the expanse of her body. He started from her ankles, giving it a sweet, slow kiss. It caused a shudder down Elise's spine as she watched his dark gaze with lustrous intent. His kiss travels further down her legs, kissing her knees before he brings them open and settles in between them, his tongue trailing lower and lower. Their gazes lock as Elise's chest rises with lust, and her pupils dilate as she watches Rygan. Tahr watches him lick off his dripping wet finger, drenched and covered with her juices. He moves to her thigh, biting intently on her inner thighs as her body quivered from his heated touch. ”You see what you do to
Elise was still in the bathroom when she heard the door creak open. With Rygan staring calmly at her, he looked like he hadn’t slept for days, his eyes cast with paranoia, cautious not to say the wrong thing and ruin everything. “Um, hey, are you okay?” He muttered, staring and studying her body. Elise was naked, with rough hand marks courtesy of Rygan’s feral lust, it made him recall how much she moaned and writhed under him when she climaxed, and how he fucked and filled her for days. Elise pushed her hair till it fell over her chest and nape before she spoke.“You left hickeys—a lot of them,” she murmured, checking her littered body. “I need to take a shower.” “We need to talk,” he said to Elise. She froze at the seriousness of his tone, swallowing a breath before turning her fully naked body to him. “I can't walk or think straight, especially if I’m still covered in this,” she said, referring to the cum stains on her body. "So, please let me at least take a shower," she