Jason's POV "I don't think there would be room in the bath for all five of us, Pumpkin," I admitted gently to Lizzy, an innocent smile spreading across my face. I watched confusion seep across both girls' faces, Lizzy counting on her finger. "Five?" "You, Abigail, me, Damien and HIS ego." I winked with a smirk. Abigail's chuckle told me she was not offended but amused. Lizzy, I knew would have questions. "What's an ego?" She asked, genuinely confused. "Why don't you ask Damien!" I winked. Luckily, I was saved from answering further by the waitress who came to take our orders. Settling on a mixed grill and a beer, I waited for Abigail to order Lizzy's pizza. Asking the waitress to make sure it didn't have fish on it with a playful wink to Lizzy. Turning my attention back to my lunch companions, I winked at Abbi playfully, seeing her cheeks slowly return to normal as she looked through the menu quickly, obviously sensing the waitress getting annoyed at her taking her time a
Damien's POV The urge to make Red mine unsettled me endlessly; I had only just met her, nevertheless, I knew with every fibre of my being that I wanted her! I had never felt this way about anyone, yet this angel of light and dark had brought out emotions and desires that felt incredibly foreign and utterly out of character. I was used to being alone and cherished the solitude that my work afforded me. Until now, I had never minded it, enjoyed it, even! But the idea of her up and leaving this town now that I had caught sight of her, heard her sweet laugh and inhaled her beautifully unique scent was driving me insane. I couldn't understand it; how could someone I had just met have such an effect on me? I felt like I had known her my whole life, not just the last 72 hours. Not having a partner meant I had no one to run things by, no one to explain myself to or consider… besides my family. I am unsure if that's what I want from Red, for her to be someone I rely on and trust. But I do
Jason's POV It wasn't long before we done eating; I had learnt a lot in the time it took for us to finish our food, and I didn't want the afternoon to end just yet; Archer and I wanted to know everything about Abbi and leave no stone unturned, but we knew that was impossible in one day. Thinking on my feet as I paid the bill thanking the staff, I held the door open for Abbi, following her out with Lizzy on my shoulders; thankfully, she had forgotten about meeting my 'furry friend'. "Do you know the town well?" I asked, tickling Lizzy's feet as she played with my hair. "I arrived a few days ago, and honestly, I would still be on the bench by the water fountain or in Alice's house of torture if it wasn't for Damien." She answered, pulling her hair up into a bun; the second she stepped outside, the heat unquestionably getting to her, given her flushed skin. I walked behind her, distracting myself from the mention of her male friend by admiring the slender creamy flesh of her nec
Abigail's POV I don't know what possessed me to invade Jason's mind and privacy; seeing the jealous look on his face when Lizzy mentioned Damien had surprised me. I had heard that Wolves were territorial, and my curiosity got the better of me. I wanted to know what was going on in his mind, what his wolf had to say, so I had pushed past his barriers; I was surprised at how easy it was to stay hidden in the depths of his mind. Listening to Jason and his wolf, who I knew to be called Archer, bicker like an old married couple. I may have kept hidden inside his mind, but obviously, my face had given me away on the outside because the last thing I expected was for Jason to cotton onto me and 'test' it! Seeing those erotic images of Jason and me stream through his mind caught me off guard, to say the least. Especially given his behaviour towards me yesterday- This was a completely unexpected turn of events, and honestly, I wasn't sure how I felt about it. I wasn't ashamed to admit I wa
Damien's POV With her heavenly scent committed to memory, It didn't take long to track them down to some dive in the centre of town, from where I stood, spying on them. One of the perks of having demon blood run through my veins was that I was gifted with powers and abilities most could only hope to have. Matter manipulation, teleportation, telepathy and my favourite that I was incredibly grateful for now as I stood watching Red: Invisibility. I didn't know enough about my ruby gem and her abilities. Would she be able to sense me? See through my cloak of invisibility? Not wanting to take the risk and alarm her, I kept a safe distance and watched from the other side of the street, cursing each car that whizzed by, blocking my vision momentarily. I didn't want to miss a thing. I needed to know what this mongerals' intentions towards Red were! I didn't trust him after his outburst yesterday. His wolf had undoubtedly tried to claim she was 'his mate' If that was true, then this l
Abigail's POV We walked through the town for the rest of the afternoon; Jason, true to his word, had taken us to the best pet shop in town. While Lizzy and I looked for the perfect tank, I found myself glancing back at Jason, who was on the phone, clearly to someone important. My stomach dropped at the thought of him having to leave. Today had been such a fun day, and I had enjoyed getting to know him and his wolf, even if it was a little more intimately than I had planned. Although I watched Lizzy carefully, I could not pull my eyes away from Jason; his eyes caught mine, our green jewels locked on each other's, neither of us breaking contact; I smiled, knowing that the dark glimmer behind his eyes meant Archer was watching me too. Knowing that a wolf was watching me like a predator stalking its prey should leave me feeling uneasy, but it didn't; I don't recall ever feeling as safe as I did right now. Instinctively I knew this man and his wolf would protect me with their lives; I
Jason's POV The adrenaline that soared through my body when I was close to this creature gave me a natural high unrivalled by anything else I had experienced. Hunting in wolf form, a successful training session even the countless other liaisons I had had over the years didn't match the thrill I got from making those ivory cheeks burn. I wasn't lying, though. I could smell her body responding to me, something had changed since we entered the store, and I planned to make the most of the situation. This creature was addictive, and I had no plans of missing out on this opportunity to get close to her. Caging her between the till and my body, those beautiful eyes staring up at me, shocked at my teasing and forwardness. She had been stripped of all bravado and left raw, her innocence and inexperience as clear as the nose on her face. Which only fuelled the fire within me. Without removing my eyes from her deep hues, I reached into my pocket for my card, placing my hand on her hip and
Abigail's POV Hearing my name roll off his lips with such authority made my stomach flip unexpectedly. I knew I was close to being putty in his hands, but he ruined it, letting his arrogance get the better of him. Stubborn had always been a word used to describe me, so it was no surprise that I dug my heels in and pushed his buttons, wanting to provoke him. Hearing the irritated tone in his voice, I made a mental note that he was easy to wind up, something I would have to consider when teasing him. What I had not banked on was him turning the tables on me, feeling his hand brush against my hip ever so gently; even such a feather-light touch sent electric sparks through my body, causing me to tremble with anticipation. Unable to control the purr that slipped from my lips at his closeness and touch. Wanting to kick myself for how my body reacts around him. Was it time I bit the bullet and gave in to my natural urges? Perhaps then my body would behave and stop betraying me. I don'
Damien's POV Cracking my neck from side to side, I stretched across the bed, searching for my ruby rose; a groan slipped from my lips, finding the sheets cold and empty. Flopping over onto my back, I could smell Red, so I knew she was here somewhere. "Get your ass back in bed!" I grumbled, hearing running water somewhere in the background. She had apparently gotten up to have a shower after last night... Pausing, I tried to recall the night before, our dinner with my father? But there was nothing. No memories, no recalculation of Red and I! The last thing I could remember was training with my father, and then nothing! No matter how hard I clawed at my memories, whatever had happened last night had been erased from my mind, and there was only one male with enough juice and need to do that to me! My father! Opening my eyes, my green hues fell on the pristine white ceiling, with no mould, no dirt or no peeling paint. This wasn't Abigail's room; it was mine. Sitting up in the b
Abigail's POV Nothingness, an empty black void! That was all I could see, but I could smell the same stench I had smelt for hours: death! Straining my eyes to see further into the cell I was being held captive in, but the darkness was total and unwavering. I was frightened, and that shocked me; the idea of being scared of the dark was alien to me, but I knew my new roommate was lurking, ever present in the cell; I merely couldn't see him; the only thing that let me know he was still here was the occasional flick of a lighter being opened and closed. My skin still felt tight from where he had run that lighter across my throat, jaw and eyelids. The sick fuck enjoyed watching my flesh scorch and singe, but I think he got off on the smell of charred skin, specifically my burnt skin. I had lived behind a mask of innocence all my life, never wanting to admit that darkness and evil excited me. Yet, this dipshit wore his evil proudly and enjoyed seeing the fear in others' eyes as he cir
Jason's POV "You know the girl set you up, right?" My Father accused with a side glance; sitting back against the headboard, I stared at him blankly. "Bullshit!" Archer laughed, settling behind my eyes to observe him closely. "If he truly thought that she had anything to do with that beast, she'd still be here." "We don't know if Marcus did take her home." I countered. As hard as it was to accept, we didn't know anything and wouldn't, until we were out of this bed. "What makes you say that?" I asked my Father casually, pulling the sheet off me and swinging my legs around the bed, for the first time seeing the damage. "The best nearly tore your leg off, not to mention.." My Father's voice trailed off as he nodded to my chest, seeing half-moon gashes slowly healing along my rib cage. "I would say it used you like a chew toy!" My Father scoffed. "It took me by surprise; I didn't smell anything or see anything beforehand, no warning, no nothing." I admitted tracing my fing
Jason's POV "Abigail?" I called out; images of her face chased the remnants of a nightmare from my head. "Shush, son." I heard my mother's voice soothed, her fingers stroking lovingly up and down my arm, just like she had when I was a child and had gotten hurt. Opening my eyes, I looked around the sea of faces and winced, seeing Kayla sitting beside me; how had Archer not noticed her presence? Offering her an apologetic look, I felt guilt eat at my stomach as Kayla gently squeezed my hand and offered me a tight smile. It was forced! She was angry! "Do you blame her?" Archer mumbled groggily in the back of my mind; I could tell he was fragile even if his wit was intact. "You betrayed your mate bond," he mumbled, making me snort loudly, "I recall that was a joint effort; you were not exactly refusing." Silence followed my statement; apparently, he had nothing cocky to say to that. Looking back at Kayla, I took note of her slumped shoulders, red-rimmed eyes and dishevell
Abigail's POV Delusional, Maxwell was utterly delusional. So wrapped up in his need for strength and control he wasn't thinking straight; he was power-hungry, and, ultimately, it would be his downfall. Why would I lie about something like this? About cheating on my boyfriend, playing loose with my morals and risking everything I have with Damien, not to mention Jason's life if Damien ever finds out about the tryst. "Check", Maxwell ordered; an expression passed between the delusional Alpha and Chester; the sick male stepped beside me; the smile on his face was one of pure entertainment. Grabbing my right hip in one of his giant hands, his coarse fingers groped my legs on his mission to slide my dress around my waist. Lifting my leg to kick him in the balls, I smiled with satisfaction watching him grunt and bed over. My dress fell back to hide my modesty; I had no underwear on still, and like fuck were either of these males getting a look at what lay between my legs! "This
Maxwell's POV "How far are you wanting to take this?" Chester, the pack enforcer, asked casually. Looking at the dainty figure of the girl handing in front of me, her head lolled forward; her body relaxed with slumber; I shrugged. "She will break easily." I muttered, hoping I was right. The metal clanking drew my attention to the table beside her, Chester had been setting up all kinds of tools to use on her, a scare tactic, and he and I knew it. He had always relished his job, and I knew he was asking out of self-preservation, not because of care for the girl; he was looking forward to extracting the information from her pretty lips by any means possible. "What about her attachment with your son?" he coaxed, looking over his shoulder at me as he palmed a well-polished double-edged blade. "I don't want this blowing back on me, given their relationship." He stated firmly. "There will be no blowback because she won't leave this cell until I am satisfied I can control her." I n
Abigail's POV "Any news?" I asked Alpha Maxwell as he left the infirmary, looking around his giant form, catching a glimpse of Jason on a bed, blood coating the sheets. Maxwell firmly closed the door behind him, telling me with a firm stare that I was not permitted to enter the room. "No." he snapped, pulling on my elbow roughly and dragging me down the hallway. Mia, his Luna and Jason's mother screamed after him, but I could tell by the tension in his wrist that he was no longer listening; he was beyond sense and reason. Yanking me into an office, his hand slamming against a metal panel, a loud beep indicating he had been granted admittance, the wall in front of us opened, and the distinct smell of fear and death assaulted my nostrils. "What are you doing!" I hissed, pulling his arm to escape, dread licking at my spine. "Getting the information I need!" He thundered, pulling me forward and down an old stone tunnel, the walls lined with uneven bricks and ageing mortar, the
Abigail's POV He looked up from my flushed body and stared into my eyes. I could sense that he wanted me, but he was determined to be in control: he was used to the woods being his domain and being the king of it! His confidence made me feel weak with desire. "You have the most amazing cock." I breathed, "Please, fuck me with it", I begged, knowing it was what he wanted to hear; feeling his stiff cock bulging in my hand as I begged, I instantly knew he wanted me and this just as much as I did. "Good girl." He grinned. Without warning, he pulled from my grasp, making me pout. I was about to ask why seeing him get to his knees, but my mouth fell open, peering at his cock hanging between us. Realising for the first time that he was fully dressed, minus his jeans hung a little low on his hips, whereas I was completely naked, I was truly vulnerable and at his mercy! And shit, I loved it! My eyes fell to his cock, taken back by its length, a good 8-9 inches, thick and so very
Jason's POV "You are playing a dangerous game, Princess." I rasped, trailing my lips over her insanely beautiful body. All concern for Damien vanished. I wanted her touch; I craved it! I would own every inch of her! The smug smile she wore proudly told me she was well aware of this and didn't care in the slightest. Like a moth to a flame, I couldn't help but take the challenge. With a smirk, I moved, positioning an elbow on either side of her head, hovering my body over hers, dropping my head to tease those plump lips with my tongue, swallowing the moan that escaped her parched lips with my mouth, sucking it into my mine greedily, desperately needing to dominate her. Coaxing my tongue past her parting lips, it explored her depths, owning her mouth possessively, kissing her with a rekindled passion I thought I had lost. I did not let her up for air until I felt her fingers dig into my neck; with a lusty groan rumbling from my chest, I finally relented, releasing her lips from