Damien's POV "So what are you waiting for? Lost your nerve, Ace?" My little Minx heckled, knowing damn well that would insight a fire in me. She likes to tease. Good, so do I! Pulling her head back from nibbling my ear, my eyes tightened on her, accepting the challenge she laid at my feet. Intertwining my fingers in her hair, the little gasp she made was so delicious I wanted more! With my hand that was trapped between her gorgeous thighs, my fingers rubbed her soaked panties. Yanking the pretty fabric aside, I grinned as she drove her hips closer to my exploring digits, trying to encourage me to give her the release we both knew she desired. Running my long finger over her core in a whisper of a touch, her arousal unmistakable by her sweet juices coating her walls. I teased at her entrance; my cock hardened instantly, knowing how close I was to taking what I wanted from my exquisite angel. Coaxing little moans from her scrumptious lips, I watch her eyes close; tugging at her
Abigail's POV I don't know where this newfound confidence has come from, but I am enjoying it immensely. Damien seems to bring out the reckless side to me I had been pushing down for all these years; well, it was time to let her out to play and embrace the fallen angel that hid behind the mask of innocence. I was pulled from my thoughts, seeing Damien slamming the door, a deadly scowl on his face. Sitting on the end of my bed, I winked at him, ignoring his darkening mood. Pretending to reach behind me, I smirked knowingly. "Ah, perfect timing. Given your hesitation, I was going to see if Jason could take over where you left off." I teased, dropping my hand to the bed and leaning back, pushing my bust out and staring at him seductively. Seeing him kick his shoes off, I faked innocence. "Won't you need them to go let Jason in?" "RED!" He roared, making me chuckle, but I knew I had pushed enough. Pursing my lips, lowering my eyes before sucking down a breath as he stepped close
Jason's POV "Look, son, I know..." My father started making me sigh and switch off from him- He didn't want me pursuing Abigail; it was the same shit I had heard for the twenty minutes; I couldn't wait for this car ride to end. "Tough!" Archer grumbled in my head, making me snort; at least we were both on the same page for the first time in days. I hated it when we argued; until Ab's, we had been thick as thieves, our bond unbreakable. "Too right, buddy." I laughed cockily, but seeing her and Damien together today, I knew this fight for her attention would most likely end in bloodshed. I just hoped it was a fight I could win. The way Damien dismissed Tommy's wolf earlier had me nervous; if he did that to Archer, I was fucked! It was that simple. "I mean, the pack has to come before your dick, boy, you know that, right?" Coming back to reality, my father's voice cut through the tension in the car. Gripping the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white, I clenched my jaw, grind
Jason's POV Sitting beside my mother on the garden veranda, I watched her observing the children play on the green. She looked like she had aged since this morning, which told me Father had filled her in on today. She looked so vulnerable and lost in memories I decided not to mention my ideas of a party; she had enough to deal with. Pulling her into a hug, I wrapped my arms around her delicate shoulder, kissing her forehead. "Ma, you know I will never let anything happen to you, right?" I asked, unable to hide the concern in my voice. "I know, Jace." She answered, but her eyes were glued on my sibling playing. Sitting with her for a while, I just enjoyed the moment, both of us turning around and seeing Tommy come and join us, a giant share bag of crisps in his hands that we all knew he would demolish himself—sitting on the other side of my mother he winked at her playfully. "So - Party or no party?" He asked, offering my mum some of his crisps; I grinned, seeing her take a
Jason's POV I could feel Archer disappearing into the back of my head, retreating to his sanctuary like he had last night; I got it! He wanted to stay loyal to Abigail, but I was more rational than that! My last images of her bore into my brain, making my temper flare just thinking about her leaning up to kiss Damien, his arms tightly wrapped around her in an embrace that told me everything I needed to know - he was telling the truth about them this morning. They were intimate. And if that was the case, I was doing nothing wrong with Kayala. We were both consenting adults; she knew the score, that I had hopefully found my mate! Kayla and I had always had fun together; she got me and my needs, and even how she accepted this unexpected turn told me she would have made a perfect Luna. The only issue for me was that she wasn't Abigail. So our plans have changed! With all that said and done, Kayla and I had been together for years; I couldn't just turn off my feelings for her!
Jason's POV "Kayla... stroke my balls," I ordered, her moans of ecstasy lost against my thighs, but she did as I bid, her hand reaching round and stroking and cupping my heavy sack in her beautiful hands. Leaning over her body, forcing myself further down her thirsty throat, my lips finding her tight little cunt. Suckling on her little nub while I slid two fingers in mercilessly, I was not surprised at how wet she was. My girl liked it rough and hard. And I would give her just that! Fucking her irresistible pussy with my fingers as my cock fucked her mouth relentlessly. Pulling out of her wet mouth for a second, letting her breathe, I lifted slightly. My free hand lifted her leg to give me better access to her soaked core; she tasted so sublime I felt an ache form in my gut at the thought this would be the last time I would taste her addictive juices. "Lick my balls; take them in your mouth, love." I groaned in between sucking on her sensitive clit. Bliss spread through me, f
Damien's POV Pulling Red against my side, my fingers trailed up and down the naked planes of her back absentmindedly, inhaling her sweet scent of vanilla and coconut; I groaned needily, blanketed by an unexpected sense of peace. Sensing her shift to look up at me, I looked down at her pushing some of her wild red hair from her face. "How did you know it was my birthday, Ace?" She asked, confusion written on that gorgeous face of hers. "It's my job to know things!" I winked, closing the gap between our lips, knowing she was about to probe further. Ares scoffed in my head, making me anxious. "What was I meant to say: I stayed up all night and stalked the hell out of you until I knew everything I could find out. Yeah, she will love that!" "You never know! It worked for Joe." Ares snorted. "Joe?" I asked, confused. We didn't know a Joe! "From that Netflix series she was watching the other night! 'You!' The guy stalked that girl until he made his move on her! Remind you of a
Abigail's POV Wrapping my arms around myself, I tried my best to ignore the cold that had seeped into my bones and currently working its way up my spine. I knew what it meant- Danger was lurking close by! Old me would have grabbed my keys and gone looking for it, stalked it and observed its every move until I knew enough about it to launch some kind of attack - just so that I could interrogate it, in the hopes I would get the answers I wanted! New me; knew Damien would not be happy! Pulling the net from the window, I leaned against the wall and looked out into the night; it had to be close to midnight. The sky glistened like shimmering velvet- completely clear, with only a few stars sparkling curiously as if they knew that evil lurked below! I wanted to be out there, exploring, doing what I came to this town to do! I had heard that it was crawling with supernatural creatures, which is why I came, determined to find some answers! What I had not banked on was falling into bed wit
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