Adrian M. Knox“What the hell do you think you are doing walking around at this hour?”His question was laden with more irritation geared towards Elaine than concern for the first time in his life, perhaps a combination of guilt and shame from having been found intimate with Ruby by the one person he wanted to convince of their contractual relationship.“Me? I am not the one doing something absurd. You were kissing her, Muaas! You were kissing a ‘Clive’!”Elaine's disappointment did not jar him as much as he thought it would, that he wanted to run after Ruby; however, did.That kiss…"She is my wife. I do not have to justify that to you. Get on.""Your wife or not, she is a ‘Clive’. Have you forgotten what her father did to mine? Did to our town? Did to you? How could you betray us, all of us, you included, like this."“She is my wife; I do not have to explain myself to a child.”Her fury turned to a pained surprise in less than a second.Fuck.“A child?”His sigh came off more natura
Ruby M Clive"What?"What the hell is he asking me?Does...he know what he is asking? Is he playing dumb, or..."Elaine's eighteenth birthday? She wanted to have it at the Manor, so I was wondering if you mind."If I mind, his mate having her birthday in his Manor.If I mind having to see them recognise each other for the first time in a house, I am to stay in for several months after?What, what if they fuck in front of me?He is careless in that regard; he had me by the door once.Hah…what if they fuck in my room?She will be a legal adult, able to offer her consent, and once he gets over his hang-ups about her being ‘like a sister’, then…Fuck.Did he need to ask me this with her next to him?Or this early in the morning, is he trying to ruin my day before it starts?"N-no, I don't mind."I answer finally when Elaine’s lip turns downward.I know that face; she pouts every time she wants something from the Alpha that is not reciprocated, and he always yields."Oh really, that's grea
When I neither move nor break from his hold, he raises his hands on my frame and pulls my shirt off slowly.“Bra, take it off.”My hands leave his body to work on the straps on my back. My breasts fall free the instant I unclip them, and while it feels like a relief, the stiff peaks ache at his instant stroke of them before I can even place the material aside.My thighs tighten on his; there is a plus to him teasing me when my folds rest above his. The only downside is we are both in jeans, both in hardy wear suitable for the farm, so despite the sharp delight that rocks through me as his calloused hands stroke my soft, stiff and sensitive nipples, no matter how much I grind into him to tease him in the same manner, it is not enough—he knows it, and I know it.Sharing a room with him, I admit, scared me—what would I do If his scent caused us to lose ourselves or, worse, caused me to confess something because of the security he inspires, regardless of how much of a mirage it is?But in
Elaine L. Brockett"So, will you?"Elaine posed the question again to her mother. It wasn't ideal for her to ask this brashly, but her only response yesterday had been, 'Go to bed.'Elaine had expected her to be upset that she sneaked out, but not like last night.She always snuck out, and her reactions were tepid, especially on days that Muaas brought her home, so the only reason she could equate to her mother's edginess was the presence of Ruby Clive in town.Overnight, her mother’s, 'what if something happens to you' turned to 'Are you okay? You are okay, right? That woman didn't do anything to you, did she?'The manic change was unnerving.Why did everyone pay so much attention to someone of no importance?Elaine did not find Ruby particularly pleasing to look at. She was merely astoundingly beautiful in such a way that she projects one’s insecurities about themselves, but such women were often harlots—case in point: the magazine articles.Plus, Leon had always mentioned to her th
The journey back to the capital was exhausting and silent. Sex was but a band-aid. Despite how we behave in ecstasy, he still came to me smelling of roses, and I still refuse to cater, host or be a part of a ‘child’s’ birthday.I still wanted to leave early, so we left on the same night. He could have stayed if he wanted, but I needed to leave— he came to me smelling of roses. I cannot get over that, especially when he denies me another.Either way, the birthday is in three weeks, the double date next weekend, and there I shall ask for my Luna project and leave the two mates together a little earlier than the planned six months, but I cannot help how things turn out.When the car makes a turn to the estate, a yawn escapes me.At least I have my room here, and there is soundproofing.The blushes and curious gazes that met mine after the Alpha and I left our room were…interesting.Christ, did they hear our arguments then?A familiar face and uniform brush past my window, so I lean to st
Adrian M. KnoxShe would leave him?Yes, that was part of the agreement, but…not this soon. She was not permitted to leave him this soon.He wished to utter that, but again, her fingers flew to her mouth.What was it that terrified his precious pufferfish?He'd never seen her this anxious before, and were he in a better mood, he would have prodded, but he wasn't, and her 'divorce' threat was not helping.The car drew to a halt, and on their exit, a man took their coats.His hand took hers to prevent any more biting, and to his surprise, she held on to his hand.It was only when he entered the mansion that he understood her nerves.Unlike his mother's house, filled with warmth, life and imperfections. Her mother's house was the polar opposite.Everything was cold and efficient. The design was a designer's paradise with no family portraits, no out-of-place pictures, and no out-of-place soft furnishings like a lone bean bag or plush chair like in the palace. Everything was extravagant, f
No... No... God, no. The beat of my heart feels so painful that its loudness echoes in my ear; any second now, I will have a heart attack and be saved from this situation. Any…second now. Oh God... This is the worst! The sting on my thighs from the whip does not hurt as much as the mortification I feel. The look on his face as he examines my thighs, as he takes in the room and takes in Mother and the assortment of crops and whips by her side as if they were a BDSM collection, makes me want to disappear. Didn’t Mother lock the door? She always locks the door. Oh God, this is so embarrassing. “How long?” ‘How long’? What is that question supposed to mean? How long would I keep him waiting? —Not that long, it's just been five minutes, okay, perhaps a bit more than five minutes, but- is that really his question? My gaze turns to the floor; the door’s lock mechanism lays shattered as if he opened the door in rage. Huh…if he is that upset, then his question might lie in the sa
Ha...ha…The laugh that leaves my lips makes his grip tighten against me."Oh ...you don't like her despite how identical you are...? Seriously Alpha…”My laugh ceases to give my next words more emphasis.“You should have just taken the whip and gone to town on me-"His harsh tug on my hand as he drags me forcefully to the manor cuts off my next words."Let go....of me!"He doesn't.“Let go of me, Alpha!”My nails draw his blood as I try my best to peel his hands off me; yet again, he remains silent, and despite my making my limbs rigid to add resistance to his tug, he doesn’t stop; in fact, I may be the only one getting hurt by this.When a sensation eerily close to that of dislocation finds my limbs, the realisation of the pointlessness of my struggle finds me, so instead, I take in a deep breath and release a blood-curling scream that pierces the night and causes him to freeze in his tracks."You can't control me if you have something to lose...you need your image, right Alpha...?”