Author's POV:Olivera's legs felt like jelly, and her insides had turned mush, the more Raul spoke. It was the voice of seduction, a need so consuming, so great, she could not possibly refuse. She did feel the dark need in him, his battle to be gentle with her, to allow her some kind of choice. She felt his desire, stark and hungry, to lead her to the bed and gorge himself in the mysteries of her body. Her own body responded to the urgency of his need with creamy heat. She moved her body against him, arched upward to offer him her breast. Her eyes closed tightly, and she moaned aloud as he took her into the heat of his mouth. Her arms circled his head, held him to her as every pull of his mouth produced a rush of answering liquid heat from her body. His body was so hard and heavy, trapped in the confines of his clothes. He used his fingers on his left hand to twist and tap on the other breast, sucking gently, then roughly, wanting every inch of her soft, bare skin against him. Raul l
"You are mine for all time, slave. You know that now." Raul made it a statement, a command he believed that the girl dared not disobey. Olivera smiled against his shoulder at his demanding ways. She wondered if the Alpha knew what he was talking about, or perhaps whether he was still under the spell of passion which was holding them both. Even though it had hurt hearing him refer to her as a slave, his acceptance of her body and what they shared triumphed over the hurt. And then she was crying out with pleasure, her throat working convulsively as his teeth grazed her breast, as his arms tightened possessively and his body took hers with a ferocious hunger beyond her wildest imagination. Wave after wave of pleasure swept through her, whirling her out of herself and into him. He was everywhere she turned, everywhere she touched, inside her body, inside her mind, her very blood his, until they seemed one being exploding upward into the sky. She now understood why the women were obsess
" Trust me, Olivera. I won't read your thoughts unless you permit me to do so. Although I'm certain that I'm ready for you to know every single thing I think, or feel." Raul stated, his voice dropping an octave, when he mentioned the last phrase, to black-velvet seduction. "Or fantasize." He added. His body surged forward the next second, burying itself more deeply within her. "How am I doing?" Olivera asked, wanting to know if she was even trying, since this was her first time. He has been the one doing the whole work; and with his experience with other women, she couldn't help but wonder if she actually measured up. Raul began to move with deeper, stronger strokes, picking up the pace until the smoldering embers were leaping flames. "We have not even started, piccola. I have the whole night to worship you as you deserve." He stated, and Olivera almost giggled. Apart from the fact that the Alpha King was acting totally different from whom she had thought it was some hours ago,
"Oh, God, Olivera, how can I ever resist you?" Raul moaned out. He needed her all over again. Needed to feel, to be alive, to know she would always be a part of him, his life, that when he opened his eyes and took his first breath each morning, she would be there to give him ever-deepening emotions, and to look at him with something other than fear in her eyes. He knew she could not resist his burning need. The intensity of his feelings swept through her mind, and her body caught fire with his. She pushed back against him, consenting, enflaming him further. She was laughing softly, teasing, but her breath caught in her throat when he thrust forward in intimate invasion. Her body tightened around his, holding him, clutching him, rippling with life and heat. One powerful arm tightened possessively around her waist, his body all at once protective over hers. "Are we crazy, we two?" he murmured, not believing his carefreeness around this lady. "You're the crazy one," Olivera gasped, mov
"When a wolf, or rather, a Lycan finds his mate and knows for certain she is the one, he can bind her to him with the ritual words even if he has not yet marked her body. It is like the human marriage ceremony but much deeper. Our souls and hearts are one half of the same whole, incomplete when apart. The ritual words bind them back together as they were meant to be." Raul stated, and Olivera visibly balked.Lycan? The Alpha king was a Lycan? She inhaled deeply, to process this information. That would explain his ruthlessness, strength and victory in many battles, and of course, his otherworldly handsomeness. But still, her gaze narrowed in speculation. "I thought the two were bound by chemistry, by blood, by the mark." "They are destined, true, and the bond is begun. The mark can come later. I don't think you are ready for it. It might be more painful than the usual." He stated, as shrugged his broad shoulders, his obsidian gaze all at once unreadable. "Why would a Lycan be so stu
Olivera's POV:I held my breath, my heart threatening to beat out of its cage when I saw the drastic change that occurred on the Alpha's face, immediately after my question. The playful, teasing and naughty look that had been on his face all these while had evaporated into thin air. Now, what had taken its place was a mask of anger and fury, an exact replica of the Alpha I had met at first. What had happened? Did I ask the wrong question? I wondered, unconsciously biting my lips. Was his family a sore subject? Oh God. I mused. I should have made do with his teasing, not worrying about my heart and the future, but focusing on the present. Now, I might have broken whatever little fragile relationship I've started with the man. I was curious as to what his answer could be. My nervousness was increasing by the second as I watched him trail his eyes all over me. But I noticed that this time around, instead of the awe filled worship I had seen in his eyes just a few minutes ago, disgust wa
Raul's POV:What had I been thinking making love to her? Did she bewitch me? I had even told her about my Lycan nature. What the hell! Worse, I cant even stop thinking about her. It was good that she had brought me back to my senses by asking about my mother, if not, I would have perhaps, gone ahead and made her a Luna. Was the mate bond this strong? I thought."Yes, of course. You should be experiencing it more stronger than the usual. A Lycan is no small play." My wolf, Rodolf, stated exasperatedly. Since, I had left the girl in the room, and stalked away from her, he has not let me have peace of mind. He keeps on ranting how I should be pampering our mate, and not letting my past control my present. He had almost gone berserk when I had slapped her. About the slap...I hadn't meant too. I was just too frustrated to think, and when she had spoken out of turns to me, I had lost it for a second."But you did…" he whined, and I soughed, placing my index finger and thumb right at the cor
I thought as much. I sighed, still watching Nick as he basked in his newest discovery. Worse, my unsurprised face enhanced the theory. Something that my beta and gamma noticed."You don't look surprised..." My beta, Roland, stated the obvious. "Who is Olivera by the way?" He inquired, darting his eyes between I and Nick."The slave girl that I had taken as an apprentice." Nick stated, looking at me with furrowed eyebrows."Then she can't be the one. She is just a lowly slave." Seth mentioned, and I bit my tongue from growling out aloud. I didn't want to give away any sign that the girl was my mate."A rogue rather...someone whom we don't know of her origins. I think we should question her. Find out who she is." Roland suggested, and Nick nodded his head, agreeing with the motion."Where is she now, Alpha?" Nick asked me. I could literally hear him gulping down saliva, and I knew that he was hoping that I haven't done something unruly to the girl whom he had come to take as a good appr
When they clambered to the surface of the ground, away from the lab, the girls breathed in relief, freed from the nightmares they had been subjected to for years. It was then that Olivera took a blood bag from the polythene in her arms, feeling better in the night hair, and took a sip, wary of how the blood would taste. She had heard Jacob talking about the heady feeling, worse if it came from an ancient. But it still hadn’t prepared her for the kick of pleasure. She found herself moaning as she greedily drank the blood, until she drained the bag. When she was done, she looked at the others. They were staring at her with unexplainable emotions on their faces. At least it wasn’t disgust. Olivera thought with a shrug, before handing the bag over to Miriam. When her friend hesitated in collecting it, she piqued an eyebrow. “You want to do the dismantling of the structure, without alerting the soldiers?” Miriam huffed, and took the bag. As much as she had great magic, she didn’t want
The first thing Olivera saw when she stepped into the hole where the passageway stopped was the largeness of the space, which could contain more than five thousand people. Then she saw the tubes, the boiling liquids and the lab rats. A modern lab.‘Where are you?’ She asked the girl, needing to get out of here; it was making her nauseous. Ten more minutes here, and she might be vomiting all over the place. And there was the fact that she didn’t know when the soldiers would be waking up. ‘At the far end of the cave…’Olivera nodded as if the girl was speaking to her physically. And gesturing with her head, for Miriam to follow her, she sauntered toward the end of the hall, making sure not to look at the tubes housing different organs and parts of an organism. What the hell! She screamed mentally when she saw a full brain at a table which looked like a butchering table. “Oh, my god…what are they doing here?” She heard Miriam ask beside her and sighed. Whose brain was that? A human
Miriam’s heart pounded erratically as she followed Olivera, who seemed very confident on what she was doing, and on where she was going. Three times she thought of grabbing Olivera and walking away from the region, but she also knew it would have been a futile attempt. Her friend’s mind was already made up. She watched as the latter walked past the last barrack, and stopped by a pole, the only pole in the backyard. Behind it were the gates towering them. They have come to a dead end. “Olivera, there is nothing here? Are you sure this girl is real?” Olivera gave Miriam no answer, instead she concentrated on looking around her, waiting for the signal. When she got nothing, she traced the vibration residue, touching the girl’s mind. A jerk in her mind path told her that the girl was surprised she had breached her mind guards. But should she be surprised? Or was something else at play here? ‘Where next should I go?’ She continued, because she knew she was at the right place, that t
“How are we getting past that?” Olivera asked Miriam as they came to stand before a huge gate that towered many feet over them. She could now see why Miriam had wanted the journey to be done in the privacy of the night. As much as she could see—as they had zapped to this point—this area wasn’t open to the city dwellers, only to the special few. She looked around her again. Barracks with soldiers sleeping within. None was even standing guard at the gates. She didn’t believe such a thing would exist at this time. City gates. Where did it lead? She piqued an eyebrow when Miriam smirked. What was the latter thinking? “As if you don’t already know…which other way, if not by mist…there is no way I am climbing that. I don’t think I am ready to fly with you above it…” Miriam spoke, covering the distance between them, and wrapping her arms around Olivera, her mouth fixed in a pout. Olivera shook her head, yet unable to stop the smile that cascaded her lips. It seemed that her friend was g
A knock woke Olivera up from her deep slumber. After bathing and eating off the snacks she had bought earlier in the day, from the shops in the new city, she had fallen like a log of wood to the bed, and hadn’t even stirred after that. Still groggy from the smooth sleep, she let her hand search for her phone which was the only thing that had gone to bed with her, should Miriam call for her. She peered at the screen. It was one in the morning. It was time then. She yawned like a hyena, causing Miriam to chuckle from behind the door. The chuckle dissipated the remaining fog fostering around her head. Taking a deep breath in, she stood up from the bed, flung a sheet around her naked body, and walked to the door. When she opened it, she saw that Miriam was alone, and carrying a tray of steaming food. “You are a lifesaver.” She muttered, opening the door wider for her friend to come in; the rumbling sounds that emitted from her stomach in agreement with her. Miriam chuckled again, an
“Where are we heading next?” Olivera asked Miriam immediately they stepped out of the borders of the town, into a city sprawling with people. After they had left the males who had tried to detain them because of her eating habits, they had walked to the largest building in the town, because if Clooney was a big name, it was probably because the man was rich. They hadn’t been right in their deduction, but they had at least gotten away from the unsettling males. Olivera had taken her friend behind the building, and had quickly switched to her mist form, turning Miriam into the same, and together they had zapped the remainder of the city without stopping, till they were out of it, till they were in a new one which looked more modernized than the previous. She looked at Miriam, who was staring at the city with artificial skylights, and wondered if her friend had ever been here before. “I never get over the culture shock, you know, seeing the drabness of the town we just left. The cont
What now? Olivera thought, looking at the six males that couldn’t be a year older than twenty five years old. What were they doing in front of her? “State your names, and what you are doing in this town…” The male, slightly in front of the others, spoke with a steel voice, causing Olivera and Miriam to exchange furtive glances. What was going on?There was a minute hesitation before Olivera spoke. “I am Darcy. My friend is Lilian. Who are you?” She patted herself mentally for names well cooked and delivered. Darcy and Lilian? How had she come up with those seemingly true names? She watched the male that had just spoken, looked to his comrades behind him, and judged that he was the leader of this small group. Were they the police? She looked at them again. They didn’t look like the police. Vigilantes? Maybe. But why were there vigilantes in the town? She kept a seal on her thoughts when the male returned her attention to her. “My name is Luke, and these are my associates. Our job is
“We will kill him right?” Miriam asked, as they stepped out of the camp, and turned around to look at it again, reliving what they had seen in there. “We need to. He is evil. Why will a sane man work with a vampire? Is he crazy?” Olivera just couldn’t understand the foolishness, no matter how much she tried. Why would one make a deal with an almost eternal wickedness? Had he no fear for his life, for his family? “I think he is crazy. Evil-y crazy. But that’s by the way. What are we going to do now?” Olivera looked around the camp, and spat in disgust. “We will burn it down. We will burn it until it’s nothing but dust. We will eradicate this curse from the face of the earth.” Miriam couldn’t agree less, but then she remembered that the ancients might have use for the materials in there. Olivera, having sensed the latter’s thoughts, shook her head. “They won’t be needing it. I’ve already transferred the necessary details to Raul, and Jacob. They can take it up from there. The mater
“Do you think anyone is in there?” Olivera asked Miriam, immediately she shifted to human self. Miriam looked at her clothed self and smiled. “Seems you have gotten the best hang of shifting, and still keeping your clothes on.” Olivera shrugged her shoulders. “There was no other choice. I can’t keep going up and down with my clothes in my hands or mouth. Since I’m part ancient, I have to improvise.” She took in a deep breath, inhaling the air tainted with magic and something else. “This place is tainted with magic. You smell it?” She shook off the imaginary dirt on her clothes, just in case, whilst waiting for Miriam’s reply. When she looked up, her friend was smiling. “What’s tickling your fancy? I don’t think my question has that much prowess…” Miriam cackled. “I never thought riding on a wolf would be so exhilarating. If I had known, I would have befriended a werewolf, and snagged rides every week at least. It’s quite freeing and therapeutic.” Olivera nodded. It was just as