Damon thrust deeply into Scar’s tight, wet heat and didn’t bother to stifle his moan. Being inside her was the kind of heaven he’d never thought he’d be lucky enough to experience. She fit him like a glove, silken inner walls gripping his cock as she rode him. For a moment, he just watched her, committing every little expression to memory. She was so expressive, every ounce of pleasure showing in her dark eyes and across her flushed face. He’d done that. Made her shiver and moan in his arms, those sexy little sounds imprinted on his soul forever. Each stroke of his hands over her skin brought a new reaction and he lapped them up, needing to bring her to ecstasy over and over again. She was like a drug—his perfect addiction and one he never wanted to be free of. A sensual temptation he would never let go. “Scream for me, Scar,” he ordered, his thrusts harder, faster now. “I want to watch your face as you come. Love to see that.” She panted and bit her lip as she looked down at h
Scar woke up rushing directly to look for r Damon 's at the manor, Scar found the room he had been last night empty and followed his Shadow's scent from the door of the study through the manor and out into the gardens where she found Damon and Shadow walking up the lawn from the copse of trees beyond. A wave of jealousy hit Scar the moment she thought of the fact that the two of them had likely been sharing information about the rebellion, a shift, transforming into wolf form and frolicking through the trees with little care for anything else. She would have given anything to do that with Damon . They've come a long way from hating each other’s guts, she realized, her insides twisting as she half wished she could go back to a time before she had helplessly fallen for him, before his wolf finally realized that she was his… Growling to herself to stop getting distracted, she began to race down the lawn toward Damon and his partner , determined to finally make them listen. "Whoa,
“They are going to do a tracking spell to find Hazel ,” she explained, and the way she sniffled suggested that she was trying to hold back tears. Damon opened his mouth to protest that he already knew where she was, but Tammy continued, “Scar wants to be sure that the foreign pack hasn’t moved her since you found their territory.” Damon pursed his lips and stifled a growl, wondering whether he might have missed his chance to rescue Hazel and the children abducted entirely. He fought the urge to charge into the library and demand for the witches to hurry up and get on with it so that he could go right back. When he finally couldn’t stand it any longer, he turned to Tammy and asked, “Are you going to be alright a minute if I go to my room for a couple of things?” He didn’t move until Tammy nodded, but the moment that she did, he turned and began to race up the stairs in the direction of his assigned room, relieved that although he had his own place on the other side of Silverda
“Stanley?” Hazel groaned, barely able to lift her head when she distantly heard voices. Having been hallucinating due to the lack of food and dehydration, she had no idea whether she was actually hearing anything at all. The heart palpations she had been experiencing for the last day or so were growing worse and her hands and feet were so numb that she could no longer even move her fingers or her toes. Yet she was holding on to hope, praying that the next time the basement door opened it would be Damon coming to rescue her. She strained her ears trying to listen beyond the door and to the floor above and when she did, she heard the words. “We’ve caught one of them.” Her heart instantly skipped a beat before continuing with its annoying, off-rhythm beating. Trying to wriggle just a few inches to move closer to the door, to be able to hear just a little better, she strained her ears as much as she could. A second voice sounded, “He wants to speak with you.” Hazel ’s skin began
He wasn’t sure whether his reckless plan with Shadow was a good one or not, but as he was shoved out of the room, Snarl realized it was too late to turn back. After having allowed himself to be caught on the foreign pack’s territory, he faced down against their alpha with no trouble at all. What came next, however, might prove to be twice as difficult. Struggling to remain calm as he was led out into a barren field at the edge of the estate, he tried to reach out with his mind, feeling for Hazel’s mind just as he had felt her when he realized she was somewhere around . Even as he was lashed to a post with wolfsbane-soaked rope, all he could think about was Hazel. Was she alright? Was she in as bad a state as she had been the last time he had seen her? Was she even conscious? Because he certainly couldn’t sense her right now as he faced off against the three werewolves who had been ordered to ‘test’ him. He didn’t like the thought of whatever it was they were about to do to him
Every space of skin that touched Scar was on fire and the more Damon refused to pull away, the stronger the heat that spread between her grew. She drew in a ragged breath and bit her lip in the darkness, daring to feather her fingertips across his stomach, feeling the smooth, rippled skin. His muscles tensed and she hoped with everything she had that he was just as affected as she was—this pull, this bond was maddening. “Careful,” he growled, an arm snaking around her neck as his strong hands gripped the base of her skull and his fingers threaded in her hair. Scar closed her eyes against the sensation of it. “I am a man known for his control, but this—this is getting dangerous, anasa mou.” Those affectionate words were her undoing. She knew with every fiber of her being that they were meant for her—for only her. Just like this magnificent creature beside her. By some twist of fate, Damon Hunt was meant just for her. She was molten to the core at the thought of it. Of its own
Scar was pretty sure it was a few hours later, judging by the window showing night outside, when she was roused from a state of semi-consciousness by the sound of muffled voices yelling above her . It was hard to make out words through the walls surrounding her, but she could recognize the voices as belonging to Shadow and Damon. She got up and climbed the stairs, pressing her ear to the locked door. “Damon , the only thing you’re accomplishing is making her love you!” “Maybe that’s true,” Damon said. “Maybe she’ll love you now, but she’ll destroy us later, when she learns the truth .” “What truth is that? That you’re always right? That the clan will never accept the marriage ?” “That she owes this pack her loyalty, and that she warming your bed every night is an abomination !” “Shadow , this is cruel!” “Any crueler than what Eve did to us? Disappearing for weeks and then turning up to ruin our clan ?” “Yes! It is crueler than that! But she got what she deserves ; she’s d
Waiting sucked. That’s all there was to it. She was glad that there was a plan in place to get Hazel out of there, but she couldn’t stand that there was nothing she could do to contribute to it. Down there she was completely cut off, with no way of knowing how things were going. She didn’t know if the plan had been put into motion yet, or how far along it might be, or if anything was going wrong. And of course, as she had pointed out, there was no end to things that could go wrong. Hell, she wouldn’t know anything until that door opened and Damon came in to whisk me away, by which point the plan would already have been completed. Or until someone else came in, like Alan or Shadow . At which point she could probably assume it had all gone to hell in a hand basket. She ended up spending several long hours doing nothing but nervously pacing. All the things she didn’t know were driving her out of my mind. Had Shadow already forced Damon to “neglect ” her? Were the Lauchair's on the w