We didn't leave the bedroom for the next couple of days, hell, I'm not even sure how long we've been in here. All I know is that I didn't want to leave because things were finally good. Everything was just magical and wonderful; the kisses, the touches, the sweet loving strokes. I just couldn't get enough of this man and everything that he gave me.
I dug my nails into his back, my head was thrown back as I let out a series of cries of ecstasy as each of his strokes hit me in the perfect spot that was my undoing. I could feel the tears cascading down my face as Quentin growled out words that made my clit tingle in excitement.
I'd cum five times ever since we woke up this morning and I don't think I can take anymore but Quentin as stubborn as he always is, wouldn't listen.
Words can't describe how glad I am that even though my life is all sorts of bizarre and strange, my mother is still at my side. Apologizing to her and trying to rebuild our relationship was the best thing that I could've done. I can't imagine what I would've done if she wasn’t here with me. I don't think I would've went through with this because I just wouldn't have the strength to do so."Don't worry, they'll love you," Quentin whispered soothingly in my ear as he kissed me on the cheek and refused to let me go from the hug that he'd given me the second that he spotted me walking towards him. I shivered at the sound of his words in my ear as I closed my eyes momentarily and took in this moment."Ok," I said with a dry mouth as Elisabeth flew up to Quentin's head and propped herself up on his head and I saw him fr
"I don't think they like me very much," I told Quentin as I felt him wrap his arms around me. He stood behind me, pulling me closer to him as we entered the privacy of our bedroom.He placed a kiss right on my mark and I closed my eyes, tightly gripping his hands that had found a home on my stomach, "why do you say that?" he asked me as my eyes looked across his bedroom, taking everything in. Just like the rest of this house his bedroom was just as opulent, large and grand. Everything from his abnormally large bed to the golden windows that if you gazed out of you'd see his entire town."I don't know. Not a lot of people like their stepmothers. Plus, I'm still so young...and now I'm this stepmother to 34 children and the wife and mate of a man who has eight ex-wives...fuck, Quentin."
Winning over the little girls and boys wasn't much of a problem. They were open, honest and as long as I sat down and played with them, they were more than happy to talk to me about all kinds of things. It was the slightly older ones where I faced a couple of issues and dirty looks. Quentin's oldest child is 12 years old, and she's still giving me the cold shoulder and honestly, I don't blame her. She has every right not to like me but I'll keep trying to create a relationship with her.Something really cool that I realized about Quentin's children is that he named them with the same alphabet as their mothers names. Brigitte's children’s names all begin with B, Eloise's children's names all begin with E and so on and so forth. So this made it a lot easier to identify their mother’s.I spent the day wit
My paws hit the ground with an angry vengeance. I could feel my claws dig into the dirty ground and my ears picked up even the faintest heartbeat kilometres away. I was at my most powerful- I was in my wolf form. My eyes were zoned in on one thing only, the cottage 70 kilometres away that couldn't be seen by any werewolf. Except I wasn't just any werewolf, I was born with certain abilities, all thanks to Elisabeth.The last time I had been to this cottage was when I was breaking the bond between my former wives and myself. I never wanted to go back there but here I am today and I'm furious because I was promised that I wouldn't come back here. They had promised that there would be no need to but here I am.My wolf was fast and the trees or anything that we passed by was all just a blur. I needed to get to that cottage a
I had been casually wandering the halls of the now quiet mansion. Quentin hadn't come home yet and his kids were all fast asleep so I was using this time to just have some peace to myself. I spend most of my time playing with Quentin's children and trying to build a relationship and if I'm not doing that then I'm with Elisabeth and dealing with the pack or planning my wedding day, and if it's not Elisabeth, it's my mother.It was while I was walking through the home that I heard strings of a violin being pulled and instinctively, I followed the sound into a music room I had no idea that we had. When I entered I was surprised to find, Brigitte's oldest daughter, Brynlee. She was standing with her eyes closed as she delicately and expertly played the violin. Impressed, I stood there and watched her and didn’t interrupt
"Good morning, Sarafina," I heard his deep voice croak into my ear as he kissed my forehead and I opened my eyes with a grin on my face.I let go of the pillow that I was holding onto that smelled like him because I couldn't sleep at night without his body right next to mine, "Quentin, baby," I squealed in excitement, all trace of exhaustion gone from my system as I wrapped my arms around his neck and forced his body to fall onto mine, "I missed you," I cried into his neck, burying my nose deep into his flesh and inhaling as much of him as possible."I missed you too, baby," he coaxed me gently, running his fingers along the sides of my waist, tickling the naked flesh and causing goosebumps to appear on my arms "I'm sorry that
I know understood why Katherine hated me. Even though it hadn't been my fault, the man that she loved, found someone else. I couldn't even find the strength to stand from the floor and I don't know how my mother knew or found out that something was wrong with me but when she came into the room, pleading with me from the other side of the door to let her in, I realized how glad I was that I had her here with me.I didn't even have the energy to put on any clothes. My mother came into the room and immediately covered me with one of the many robes in the room. After that, she sat on the floor with me and cradled me in her arms like I was baby as I sobbed into her chest.I welcomed the comfort that she provided me, sobbing uncontro
I thought I knew what I was getting into but now it's pretty obvious that I was in way over my head. Once again, my mother did know best. She was right when she said love just wasn't enough. At this point, I wasn't feeling very loved or needed or...anything at all. If anything it felt like my heart was breaking and I tried so hard to keep a straight face on as I stood beside Quentin. Brigitte and Florence were across us. Both of them looked sickly pale and they looked horrible.I felt bad for them and sorry for them, they were dying for crying out loud and the evidence was all over their form but I just didn't want them marrying Quentin.I can't believe he'd do this to me...is it wrong of me to want him all to myself? I guess n