Finn leaned back in his chair and watched the look of total ecstasy settle on Pearl’s face. It was satisfying, but not as satisfying as it could be. After all, her ecstasy was due to his cooking right now instead of something more carnal.
"I never knew food could taste like this," she sighed, relaxing into her chair. "Everything is a lot like what I’m used to, except it tastes richer, deeper, and more. Why is that?"
Vergel shrugged his shoulders. "Your sister believes it’s because everything here is grown by our hands, in fertile soil. There are no chemicals involved. In your reality human beings have become divorced from the animals and the land. Here we live alongside them."
"Well, whatever the reason, that meal was fantastic." She turned her beautiful blue eyes on Finn and gave him a brilliant smile. For the first time in his dedicated warrior’s life, his heart skipped a beat.
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Pearl gave a little yelp when Finn grabbed her and pulled her close. A ravenous expression had clouded his face and she suddenly realized just how hard he’d been fighting to hold himself back from her. His arms were like tree trunks with muscles. There was no way she could pull away from him. Although after her initial surprise, she wasn’t all that sure she wanted to pull away.He dragged her up against his warm, hard chest, and she melted. It had been a long time since a man had touched her and she’d forgotten what it felt like, what a man smelled like. It was nice. Especially since for all the force and brawn that Finn possessed, he was gentle.His warm mouth slanted over hers, lips working her lips, slowly sipping and tasting her. The action tightened her stomach, made it flutter, and affected areas of her body just south. She drew her hands up from his wrists, over the bulges of his arms, all the way to his broad should
"You know them better than you think." "If it goes anything like how it went between Finn, Ethan Vergel, and me, you’ll be surprised by how much."Pearl sank down next to her again. "They scare me." "Finn kissed me last night, and I thought I would lose my mind, not to mention my underwear."Almera laughed. "These are very potent males.""I don’t want to lose myself in them. They’re overwhelming." Pearl groaned with frustration in her voice."But their way is gentle." "They are very much men, but they won’t dominate you." She blushed. "Unless it’s in the bedroom and you want them too.""Oh, my god."Almera cleared her throat. "What I’m saying is, you’re not going to end up barefoot and in the kitchen. These men might be very masculine, but they’re not cavemen. This culture is actually really female-oriented. We wield a lot of power here.""Oh, really? How?""Come int
Finn was counting her as his mate in that sentence and as one of the Lycans. It should have felt wrong, but somehow, it didn’t.Timothy nodded. "As you see fit." "Finn and Almera, I’ll need all of you.""Wait a minute. Why Almera?" Pearl stepped toward Timothy. "This sounds dangerous.""It is dangerous," Almera answered, "But I’m a protector. My eyes, like those of a hawk, can see great distances. I’m a true helper and happy to do it. I told you, Almera, that the men protect their women here, but they don’t coddle them. They know we’re strong and capable, and they rely on us."Okay, maybe, but she was still worried about her sister’s safety. "But... what about the shields? Alme
"Sorry. It’s the hazard of shifting to wolf form. The magic eats up all the clothing we’re wearing." "That must get expensive." And chilly. However the view was quite nice. He shrugged. "We’re used to it. The trick is, never get attached to any one particular item of clothing. Follow me." They entered the building and gasped at the interior. The foyer reached up at least thirty feet and had wolves, bears, hawks, and other animals painted skillfully across its domed ceiling. She never would have guessed the size or grandeur of the place from the outside. "Welcome to the Lycan Common Building. This is where all governance of the territory takes place. "It’s beautiful."
They stood looking at each other for a long moment. Finally, as though of one mind, they each took a step toward other. Vergel dragged her up against his chest, his mouth coming down hungrily on hers. “I want you more than anything,” he whispered against Pearl’s lips between kisses.“I’m yours,” she answered. At least for right now. She thought.Vergel lifted her around the waist like she weighed nothing and stepped off the stage to the first row of seats that were swathed in near darkness. Sitting her down on the edge of one, he dragged his fingers down one of her legs and slowly lifted her ankle. Pearl sat back in the seat and bit her lower lip. The sight of her battered ballet shoe in his huge hand, his dark eyes looking at her with such hunger, it made her stomach warm with need.Slowly, he untied the ribbons of her shoe and slid it off, letting her foot fall gently down. He did the same with the other. Her feet were not beautiful, a result of the pummeling she constantly gave the
Finn, in wolf form, curled into a ball at the base of a tree deep in the Northern Woods. It was better to sleep in wolf form, warmer and more comfortable. During the course of his life, living so much of it in the forests when he was on Master Mathew Redlock’s team before Ethan and Vergel saved him, he’d spent more time as a wolf than a human.A cool wind ruffled his fur. The night was chillier than normal for this time of year. Closing his eyes, he thought of Pearl and felt warmer. She was most likely now in Vergel's bed.Vergel wasn’t a man who resisted women, and he knew that Vergel was doing everything he could to seduce her.Jealousy flashed through him at the thought, but it was inevitable. No matter how much Pearl might wish to resist their bond, she would succumb and succumb quickly. All women who’d been pulled over fell under the power of the mate bond. The power of the connection was too intense
Vergel nodded. "There are few females here and our desire to love and cherish a mate is so strong that a Lycan male without a mate is a great tragedy.""That’s very different from my culture. Why can’t Timothy find a woman?""He’s under a prophecy; one that means his death one day soon. Because of this hard fact, Timothy will never take a mate for himself.""What does the prophecy say exactly?""It says that he will be instrumental in helping the Lycan free themselves from the threat of King Edward, but he will die in the endeavour.""Wow, he’s all sacrifice," Pearl muttered with admiration."Timothy would give up anything for his people, including his own life. He may not be able to sacrifice the life of his mate, however, which is why he will never take one."She played with the edge of the blanket that wrapped her. "That’s really too bad. He seems like a great guy. And what about you? What was it like growing up here? Are your parents still alive?""Dead." Vergel sighed."I'm sorry
She hesitated but the look in his eyes promised intense pleasure and she was curious about what he had in mind."Go on. Trust me." Vergel stood and backed away from her.She rose and walked to the table. Locking gazes with him, she hopped onto it. The surface was chilly on her bare bottom despite the warm fire. Her breathing growing heavier with excitement, she scooted back until the table edge fit right behind her knees, and then slowly spread her thighs as far as they could go.His gaze was hooded as he walked toward her slowly, focused on her completely exposed womanhood. Pearl responded to his gaze as though he stroked her with his hand, her heart rate climbing upward and her folds growing warm and sensitive
Henry approached the captives, who were dangling from a tree. He leaned in close to take in June, Ryan, and then Janet's features. In his murmur, he said something along the lines of "This woman is unusual; she smells like a lycan but also human. It has an odd scent that reminds me of Her Majesty Queen Janet herself. When June and Ryan heard the massive lycans, they looked to each other and toward Janet, who was smirking at them, as if to say, "I told you so." Henry continued, as he went to Janet's side and licked the blood from his forehead and raised his brows. "You are an oddity, little one. And you are not from around here, either. Who are you?" Henry and his band of mercenaries might have been the same ones that June's own people were on the lookout for. It was a long-running blood controversy that began some years ago. Nonetheless, June had been on the verge of passing out when he felt that all the blood flowing to his head from the wound made him conscious of the fact that he
Suddenly, they were knocked senseless by three lycans as they were transported to their secret lair when someone appeared out of nowhere and attacked them, rendering them unconscious. Janet's nose was dripping with blood, and a trickle of it dripped out. It did not drip down her chin, but rather up into her eyes and over her forehead, due to the fact that she, along with her partner Ryan and June, were hanging upside-down in the air. After being taken and strung up, they will be skinned alive and eaten by a gang of feral lycans who have come to take advantage of their situation. Earlier, however, the three had been attacked when they were seen traveling down a trail near the cliff, and their belongings, including their backpack and weapons, had been taken from them. And now Ryan and June were arguing with their backs to the wall. "I told you we shouldn't stop," June snarled at him. "But you dickhead, you weren't even forced to walk in front of us, but for your own bloody sense of im
"We need to check to see if my friend is still in the building.""Why?""Wait a minute, and you'll see."Before they knew it, they were being waved at by someone who said, "Thank goodness, your little train is still running." June uttered the words and walked over to the man, who appeared to be an elderly retired soldier."Nice to see you, young man, and I've received your secret message on my radio, and right now we must move quickly. After ten minutes, the train would depart from the station. I already had a secret compartment set aside for you three, but please don't leave your cabin at any time, okay? I've managed to bring on a dozen lycans. Actually, you're dealing with tourists, so keep your mouth shut and never, ever open your cabin door, okay? Unless, of course, it's me knocking on the door.""Of course, Joe, and thank you for your assistance." June wrapped her arms aroun
Suddenly, June shook his hands, as though he were attempting to dislodge himself from the spell of Ryan's lips. "It was a dirty trick," says June."Oh yeah? According to the person who made me drunk and then attacked me to prove a point. What is it about you that requires everything to be a test? Is it June? Remember when you chose the army over me?" Ryan said with a sigh, "We are done with that nonsense.""Come on, sweetie. Play fair now. Tests enable you to push yourself to new limits, mate," June moved in so quickly that he was standing by the couch one moment and standing right in front of Ryan the next. His punch was deflected by June, who moved more slowly than usual, and Ryan managed to avoid his punch back."It's a bitter past, Ryan! And I already apologized a hundred fucking times, did I?""I don't care! You still hurt me." Ryan added with a bit of a smile on his lips. He knew it drove June
June added, "I think this is going to be good." He murmured to himself as he sat in a nearby chair and rummaged through his backpack."This is the possible trail that we have to follow to reach the peak." "We needed a compass and a certain map to reach the cavern.""What cavern?" Janet asked.June gestured to his own graph and mumbled something under his breath, "There is a cavern at the peak of the mountain, and if I'm not mistaken, then there is a possible entry on the west side." So maybe whatever you've been looking at was inside the cave, right?"Worth a try." Ryan smiles, knowing full well that there was an adventure waiting for them.After two bottles of June's grandmother's wine, Janet was unable to keep her mouth shut. When she told them everything, they laughed at the foolishness of her tale and didn't believe her at first, but after an hour of hearing about the Scroll of Fate, the message behind Ethan's research paper, and her time traveling with Finn, Vergel, and Ethan, th
"No, not at this time." "I believe the trail has been buried beneath the sleet." She sighed as she took up a position beside him."Fuck it. I'm done with it. Does that mean we're stuck here? "I'm not sure whether I should be angry with you or grateful," he said as he turned away from her and back into the chimney fire."What the hell are you talking about?""While you were outside, I needed to go to the bathroom." "I happened to stumble into some sort of attic." Ryan went on to say that, as he stared into the flames, he felt something stab him in the back of the head. There was a ray of hope. Then he went on, "...and then I found this," he mumbled as he handed her a small brown military bag that looked like it had been abandoned."Can you tell me what this is?" "What am I supposed to do with this?" Janet inquired as she purposefully opened the back and began to untangle what was inside."That, Janet, you know. That notebook, of course. Take a look at it right now." He muttered somethi
Human Realm. Present Time With two warm sleeping bags of her own, Janet warmed up beside Ryan. They were lying close enough to the chimney's fire that Ryan could feel the warmth of it lapping at his face as their wet clothing dried on the brick quarters hanging near the vent as Janet added wood to rekindle it. When the storm had passed, Janet had buried the family in the snow a few yards away from the cabin, just in case. By the next day, however, the storm was still raging outside, with the entire bracket of the house trembling under the force of the storm's powerful wind. After his encounter with the father's dead body, which was lying in the living room the day before, Janet's eyes were opened. She couldn't help but wonder. She didn't mean to touch his forehead, but she was not expecting those memories to come crashing down on her like hurricanes. It was both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. Janet had no idea she possessed the ability to read the memories of someo
He nodded.She stroked his shaft with the curled tip of her hand, rubbing back and forth on his glans. "To bring you down before we even started," she snarled, her tongue slithering across his ear, causing him to moan. "Of course, I'd go further... I'd keep going until I thought you couldn't take it anymore, but I'm a kind woman. After all, I asked to have your soul... but let me have fun!"She giggled again before attacking the other side of his neck, causing Darwin to whimper again as his fangs elongated. He wanted to taste her. She pumped him carefully, tightening her grip and almost wringing his rod out. Her leafy scales moved on his naked skin and garments, wrenching and untwisting as she shifted her coils, all over again as he moaned.His body bucked, turning involuntarily against her shackling grip. He feared this would enrage her, but it didn't. It had the opposite impact: it was terrifying and erotic.She liked it. Her veins shifted to enable his reflexive twists to gain some
Darwin murmured. He was getting eager, clenching his thighs together automatically. Alicia hissed sensuously, her rich fragrance only marginally less sensual. "I can smell your blood boiling, I can smell your aroused soul, little vampire, just like what I smelled from the little sorcerer earlier—wanting it, wanting me." "I... I don't..." he began, unsure of what he was saying. He couldn't quite get what she was saying, but her voice was fascinating and alluring. He was in a trance; he understood, but he couldn't get himself away from her. "But don't you wish to enjoy the pleasure no dark creature can provide? What do you have to lose to get a taste of heaven and a replica of the manuscript? If you only accept, you will discover new passions." She slithered closer, her head brushing his hips, her eyes peering up into his. Her body loop softly nudged his back, her head rising in an arc again. Her movements were slow and deliberate, a lovely performance that soothed the senses. Nothi