“Is this what you want?” I ask.She nods. “Yes.” Then she takes my hand and puts it back on her breast.“Mmm, you like that?”“Yes, very much,” she says.“Tell me, do you like this more, less, or the same?” I ask, before leaning down and sucking her nipple into my mouth.She cries out, her hand fist
AydaI’ve never felt the type of pleasure that Dimitri is giving me. The way he’s touching me has my body humming, warm heat flowing through me. And he seems to enjoy making me feel this good. When I felt like my body exploded, I was shocked, having no idea what just happened, until he told me I’d h
I nod again.“It’s not a rule. I just want you with me. I like having you here, I like holding you in my arms. I like smelling your scent on me and in this room.”“I like that too,” I say quickly.The fingers moving in my hair stop and he tilts his head down, looking at me.“You like it that I smell
AydaI quickly look around for a weapon, knowing I don’t have Asena this time to help me protect Cathal. I grab the first thing I see that looks heavy, a large, decorative piece, and ignoring how much it hurts my bad arm, I lift it over my head, rushing toward the large wolf.Cathal sees me and turn
“Zev will heal me quickly. I hear you’re responsible for the dead guy out there?” he asks, a strange expression on his face as he looks at the pups in my lap and Cathal sleeping against my side.“I didn’t know I killed him. He was after Cathal.”“So I heard. You protected my son again.”I shrug. “I
DimitriI hated leaving Ayda and Cathal exposed and not in a safe room when I raced into the battle, so I ordered Sergi and Nico to make sure they got to a safe room. It wasn’t until after they were safe that I had a chance to get confirmation that they were locked in. And it wasn’t until we were ab
“Damn, Ayda, your fingers are magic,” I say, as her thumbs move down my spine and then out to my sides.“You like this?” she asks.“It feels fantastic.”“Mmm, you’re very tight. Your muscles are very strong. I’m not familiar enough to know how much of this is tension and how much is strength.”“Righ
Ayda“What kind of a mother sleeps while her son dies beside her?” Masuzyo’s angry, hateful words fill my mind.“I didn’t mean to! I didn’t mean to!” I cry. Somewhere, deep in my mind, I know this is a dream, but I somewhere much closer to the surface, I feel like I deserve his punishment because I