I can’t believe after throwing everything back in his face I’m back here. In his arms, on his huge thighs. How long has he sat and guarded me sleeping? I woke up to find him sitting near to me. I realised I was tucked into a black sleeping bag, safe and warm. Poor Briss must have been in agony looking at the twisted way he’d had to bend his legs to sit down against the bed. It was like a sensory overload. He made me feel things I’ve never experienced before. I didn’t go out of my head as our passion crested. I was in the room, adoring his touch, his body and I realised with a thud I was in love. Painfully in love. Then when I thought he was going to be like all the rest and just slam me against the wall like every other guy does he was tender and sweet. It was too much, so I blew it up. But waking up, feeling like myself again I found myself staring at him. He was asleep, barely, nodding up and down as if fighting it. His black tufty hair swaying across his forehead. Those perfect
The golden eyes of Thalia are quite something. Seeing them flicker with shards of orange as I thrust myself deeper into her mouth was quite something.She wasn’t Zena though. There is no point pretending this girl is even a patch on her. So when she stands up, stretching the strap of her white crop top up towards her mouth to wipe her lips I do nothing but stand with my arms folded. I should have more sense.“I know you’re looking for her,” she smiles, “I tried my best to give you what she can but looks like you’re hooked.”“What are you talking about?” I snap, my ego going into panic mode. Had I been shit just then? Could she tell I was thinking about Zena the whole time? With chill shootings down my back and an angry flush of red rushing to my cheeks I begin to worry. Had Mani been right, was I being set up yet again?Thalia takes a single stride then turns and leans against the thick stone wall next to me, our arms almost, but not quite touching. Both of us staring aimlessly up at t
Marked. I was off my head with pleasure when I asked for that but it felt like the only thing to do. Shi was pushing so hard, desperate to cement that bond with Zena’s wolf. /Not mates but more/ he kept repeating. Every time I thrust inside her beautiful body he repeated it until I caved. The fact she eagerly complied, her canines sinking into me with relish I’ll never forget. The clamping, locking sensation of being tied to her forever.Throughout the night, one of us would wake and slowly tease the other. The lamplight long burnt out, in the dark I learned Zena’s every contour and shape. The delicious, voluptuous curves of her ass and breasts. She was all soft sweetness against my solid frame, the way her hips and thighs moulded perfectly to me. She woke me up with the sweetest kisses only to straddle me and lean over so her nipples brushed against my tongue. In the darkness we found each other.Now marked, I could feel her emotions. Her pleasure was my pleasure. A seesaw of bliss a
I thought heartbreak would be the worst pain I’d ever experience.To be fair the last six months were pretty intense watching Cillian battle through hell to win Matilda back, his blue eyes looking directly at me with a love that was for someone else. That pain was deep, burning. Lasting well into the night, haunting my dreams with a searing misery that left me breathless sometimes.Then I met Briss and found another level. His pain was mixed with a sweeter, softer burn. My ribcage ached and yearned to feel him again. I couldn’t get comfortable no matter where I sat or slept. Nothing feels as good as being in his arms.Sadly now I realise I was naive. I had no real concept of pain before landing here. The last thing I remember was waking up and kissing Briss on the cheek. I whispered “I love you into his ear,” ruffling his black hair and wondering what would happen if I kissed our mark.Then Sybil reminded me Briss was exhausted, staying up while I slept the night before. We have time,
Accepting that rope from Thalia was a mistake. Just gripping it, knowing I'd signed myself into her servic was excruciating. Freya arrived back at White Forest just as I got back. Thankfully, the chaos of her return amongst the staff meant I was able to get a shower. mud removed, fresh uniform, no questions asked.Guilt seemed to be branded across my cheeks. I stumbled in my duties, almost crashing into other servants in the corridor as I made my way up the stairs to Beta Shane to ask for my next posting. Dressed in a smart black shirt, my White Forest cloak restored, I looked every inch, the loyal servant.And I have been. For so many years, I have dedicated myself to Nikolai. Together with Adrian, we were destined to be his loyal deputies. The future of White Forest. I was meant to shape armies, train warriors, and help bring peace. Basically, be a legend and live a happy, easy life surrounded by friends. Then I met Zena. Freya’s Ceremony, where I first laid eyes on her, was the dea
Quite how many days have passed, I don’t even know. They have started feeding me at least, but never enough to regain the energy to shift. I’m floating in a limbo. If I am not battling hunger pains, I am waiting for Sybil to get the strength to heal the lashes and bruises on my legs. On top of all that, landing softly like snowfall is the constant ache in my soul for Briss. When in my cell, my hand never leaves my mark, constantly touching it, hoping in some way he can feel any kind of connection. Now they have taken his shirt from me and given me some basic pyjama style silk clothes, without his mark I believe I might be dead by now. Being able to feel, confirm his love for me , enables me to continue opening my eyes each morning.He forgave me for tricking Cillian. Would he be able to forgive me again?Into the second week of being force-fed the vile lemon liquid, I have to sit and endure Ruth’s taunts and demands. She wants me to find Beta Zeke’s mate. How exactly I’m meant to do
I give it a week of desperate, pointless searching before heading back to Alpha Cillian. For someone so organised, I’m turning into a mess. I forget to eat. Walking, exploring all day for the slightest trace of Zena before crashing out. Theh I dream of her quietly shuddering, alone in the caves.Except this time, no matter how hard I scream or hit the cave walls, she can not hear me. I frequently wake up having punched the ground. Worse, I flailed into the dying embers of the fire. That one really hurt.The mark she gifted me remains active. The only way I know she hasn’t been killed is the fact that when I touch it, which is almost constantly, I can feel the warmth of her love for me. Whatever has happened, I know that her heart was mine that night. I had to bribe with everything I had just to get directions to her Fate coven. Weaving my way through endless cornfields, I was ready to head back and strangle the goatherd who gave me directions when I came across a collection of tiny,
Giving the name of Zeke’s intended mate was meant to be the end of my woes. For over a week, I huddled in my cell, conserving my strength, begging for Sybil to return to me.The rations remained basic for several days until suddenly they were plentiful. Huge steaming meaty buns, rich vegetables coated in honey. Unlimited drinking water and clean clothing came through my small metal catflap.With a heavy heart, I knew exactly what this change in fortune meant. They had found Aisling. They need me to be in good health in order to perform the transfer. They must know I was the one who placed Alpha Cillian’s lost wolf back inside him.It made each mouthful harder to swallow. Everything lost its taste. My safety and improving health were purely the result of a poor girl, and presumably, her family being traumatised. Curled up in a ball on the painful metal bed, guilt gnaws away at my guts. /We have trained for this guilt. Every reading condemns someone, somewhere down the line. This is th