“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
"Oh, hey Alan,” Scar casually said immediately they came out “Getting cold feets?” Alan asked me. “That’s okay, isn’t it?” She cautiously asked, getting the suspicion he wasn’t as keen as everyone else on her staying here. “Of course,” he said, not sounding like he completely meant it. As he looked het over, his eyes seemed to zero on her shoulder. “How’d you letting him live , he is alone right now Scar , we can end all of this ?” She looked over her shoulder again. “Bad fight, Damon is not where you think he is and dad is trying to stop me from saving him because he sent wolves after him ” she said, trying not to remember the fight that happened between her father and Alan. " how did you know and how did father know." “I’d prefer not to talk about it.” “I’m sure you wouldn’t,” he said. He seemed to study her for a moment more, while she met his gaze. She started to grow very nervous, convinced that at any moment he was going to say or do something more that she wouldn’t
Scar threw her arm around his neck and kissed him deeply. She bent and started kissing all over his chest. She moved up and down and forward and backward and side to side, not missing an inch of his flesh. He ran his fingers through her hair, caressing her scalp, and rubbing his other hand over her back. She started to move lower, coming down to his already stiff cock, grasping it in one hand and cradling his balls with the other as her mouth wrapped hungrily around the head. She made slow, languid bobbing motions with her head, lifting her eyes to watch his expression as she did. She also kept humming softly around the stiff thing filling her mouth. “Mmm… mmm… mmm…” He continued to stroke her hair, and then rolled his head back, grunting in appreciation. Scar continued blowing him, enjoying the feel of his cock in her mouth, for as long as her pussy could stand to remain empty,. which that morning was not all that long. Pretty soon her cunt was dripping with anticipation, hungry
For the most part, it was a day like any other. She joined Beetle and some others for some breakfast. Shadow came along and started whispering very suggestive things to Damon , even going so far as to blow lightly on the back of his neck before Damon shooed him away jokingly . Everyone around had a bit of a laugh at Damon’s discomfort. After that, Scar joined Beetle for a little run and a few more friendly games with some other females . She got lunch with her, and then rejoined Damon later in the afternoon. Everything seemed to be fine. And then, around the early evening, they heard the howl. Any wolf would recognize it. It was a howl of distress, calling for help. As everyone turned in its direction, about a dozen members of the pack immediately started running for the tree line, stripping their clothes off and shifting to their four-legged forms. Impulsively, Scar started going with them, and she heard Damon following close behind. They reached a clearing in the middle of the
Epilogue Five years later Snarl stared down into his mate’s eyes. This was their fifth anniversary of being a mated couple. Damon, godfather to their six children, all twins, had taken them for the night so Snarl could show his woman how much he loved her. “You’re tormenting me again,” she said, whimpering. He turned her over, dripping some cream onto her back and licking up the droplets. Pressing the strawberry to her lips he watched the plumpness take the fruit. “We don’t get much time alone anymore. We’ve got to take as much time as we can.” It had taken him over three weeks to get Damon and Scar to agree to take their kids. In all fairness all three sets of twins were not the easiest children to look after. Snarl adored them, but he was pleased for them to be out of the house so he could have some quiet time with his wife. After convincing the collective that she loved him, Hazel had accepted his marriage proposal and that very same night he gave her his mating m
Glancing around the kitchen, she tried to find any excuse to answer the damn thing. Be strong, Hazel . You can do this. She loved Snarl , and all she needed to do was prove to them her feelings. Tucking hair behind her ears she walked to the door. “Hello, Hazel. I’m Helen, and these are newly turned maids. I’ll be the one doing the talking today. They’re here to listen, learn, and take information in,” Helen said, going over all the introductions. “Can I tell you to fuck off?” she asked. “You can, but we can’t go anywhere. These are the rules.” Nodding, she opened the door waiting for them all to enter. She heard them scenting the air. “I’ve been doing some baking. Would you please sit in here while I get the tea?” Hazel ushered them into the sitting room like they were a pack a sheep rather than hungry dogs waiting to take her away. Once they were seated, she went into the kitchen, tempted to send someone to Snarl. No, she wouldn’t do something to make them believe s
Three days later Snarl was staring at the reports sent to him while Hazel was at home after a marathon of sex. She was probably happy with the reprieve. His nerves were totally fried at what their future was going to be. Whatever happened was up to her. He tried to focus on his work rather than on what his woman was going to do. The last three days has been preparations for their wedding he’d held back from staying with her again today. The mating heat had been between them during most of their fuck fest, but he held it back.Snarl didn’t want them to blame the mating or him for Hazel staying with him. Because her parents insisted on the marriage first. In the space of one month he’d found his woman, hurt her, taken her, fallen in love with her, and was now on the verge of marrying her. His parents were not lying when they said witches moved fast, refusing to waste a single moment of life. Leaning back, he turned his chair to look over the town life. When he was first outla
His words caused her stomach to flutter all over again and she opened her mouth to respond, but just as she had, he dove before she could, and all she could do was gasp the moment that his mouth met her most sensitive area. Still hot and bothered from sucking his cock, Hazel found that she was more prepared than ever to cum. Her fingers knotted in the bedsheets and even though she was up on her elbows, her head craned back and she screamed at the ceiling. Even though she knew that likely half the pack could hear her right now, she didn’t care. She howled her pleasure as Snarl slipped a single finger deep inside her, using his tongue and his finger to accelerate her pleasure until her stomach was so twisted in knots that there was only one thing for it. “Fuck!” she cursed even as the orgasm exploded like none ever had before. Yet right when she thought she might not be able to take it any longer, Snarl stopped abruptly. For just a second, Hazel feared something was wrong. She
Just a few days later, only hours after Snarl had spent the longest half an hour Hazel had ever experienced in the room with him, she joined him beneath the largest sycamore tree on the Lauchair estate. Though it was not their official wedding due to the lockdown that had been put in place upon the entire community, Hazel couldn’t have wished for anything more. She would give her parents the large wedding they obviously desired to show off their power and wealth, but right now, in this moment, everything was for her and Snarl. With their entire pack surrounding them and some of the women and children who had remained from Shane’s pack, Hazel and Snarl allowed Damon to wrap a crimson ribbon around their hands, binding them together. Tears pricking the corners of her eyes, Hazel gazed up into the eyes of her mate and bit the inside of her lip in an attempt to stop them from falling from her cheeks. “Though we are limited due to the lockdown, Snarl and Hazel have asked that we a
Snarl thrust deeply into Hazel’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, witch,” he ordered, his thrusts harder, faster now . She loved when he says witch and not kitten. “I want to watch your face as you come. Love to see that.” Sh
“Not any guy, just you.” Hazel smiled as she leaned back into Snarl’s embrace. His hands felt so good on her, smoothing around her waist before parting company. The left slid upward to cup one breast as the right made its way down to press the satin of her wrap between her thighs. Strong fingers cupped her mound, firm pressure against her still hidden clit making her body ache. “It had better be just me,” he growled, his voice heavy with both possessiveness and his cat. Her own purred at the sound, wanting nothing more than to roll over for their powerful alpha mate. But the human had other ideas. He couldn’t have this too easy… Or at the very least she couldn’t let him think it was that easy, even if it was. “Well… I dunno, with a lioness of my own now, perhaps I should cast my net a bit wider,” she teased, tilting her head to the side to allow his lips better access. He kissed up her neck, leaving a fiery trail until he reached her ear. Nuzzling behind it, he found the spot tha
“Your breath smelled fine to me.” She rolled her eyes and climbed on the bed beside him. Before brushing her teeth she’d been sucking his cock until he came, swallowing down every drop. “I wanted to brush my teeth.” He reached out, tucking strands of hair behind her ear. “You’re going to be the death of me.” Glancing down at his stiffening cock, she chuckled. “No, you’re going to be the death of me. I’ve not even made it to the kitchen yet without you pouncing on me.” Snarl caressed her ass, sliding his palm over her cheeks. “What can I say? You shouldn’t be so fucking tempting.” He moved over her, trapping her legs together as he kissed and nibbled on her ass. She cried out as his teeth sank into her flesh. Moaning, she held onto the blanket as pleasure consumed her thoughts. Her cream leaked out, coating her clit. The scent of their combined releases surrounded them. “I could spend all day worshipping this ass,” he said, slapping her cheek. She squealed at the sligh
Snarl saw his friend out trying his best to ignore the sympathy in his eyes. Whatever happened was up to Hazel. He wouldn’t try to influence her decision. If the alphas found her suffering from some syndrome or another, he’d lose her either way. So it wasn't about Damon's decision ? He was in love with her. The thought of losing her left a giant hole inside his chest. Clawing out his heart wouldn’t be half as painful even if he would be dead. Hazel was upstairs in their bedroom. She rarely spoke over dinner leaving him and Shadow to talk business. He was tired of meeting and the incessant need to avoid war with certain clans. What was the point of trying when it eventually happens. Staring at his reflection in the mirror Damon let out a breath feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders as he stepped out. He’d been a good alpha, and he hoped to be a good help to him as well as reward him . “Snarl?” He turned to see the love of his life standing in the doorway. She wo