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☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ We set out—not so early—the day after the quarrel about my queries to Kaleb. Stuck in the same car as me, the Alpha made it a point to sulk and ignore me. To any question I asked or comment I made, he'd replied with a grunt or left them unanswered. For instance, the inquiry about Cadhla's identity and relationship to him did not receive as much as a brow raise of consideration. Our present location is at one of Mikael's houses. It is a Georgian-style building, which, to my delight, is larger than the cabin I've come to know as my home. I might say from time to time that I'm not materialistic, but I kind of am. Having lived in luxury all my life, I'd like a house cut out of pure diamonds and filled to the brim with gold, if possible, please. Note: this doesn't mean I'll be inconsiderate. It merely entails that I'll take the shinnies any day with no complaints. Maybe that's why I'm not really faulting Mikael for going off and being nothing short of an ass. He di
It hurts to act nonchalantly like I don't give a shit when, for him, I give too many. Because of him, I care too damn much. I simply pretend not to. "Why would I give you that satisfaction when you have no effect on me?" He nudges the slope of my neck with his nose, inhaling my essence. Goosebumps traverse the length of my arms as I fight this magnetic attraction to him. "Lie not. The fragrance of your arousal does not escape me, leannán." He purrs and my core trembles, pulsating without a moment's cease. I ignore the lump in my throat and staunchly keep from swallowing. I'd be dumb to let him see how he affects me. "Don't fool yourself, Mikael. Any man could have that effect on me. You aren't special." I say spitefully to knock him off the pegs he's stacked himself on. He doesn't deserve to hold sway over me when he's done nothing to satisfy me aside from spurring this lust swirling in me like the gales of a cyclone. "What man, Saskia?" He growls as his head inclines, eyes on my l
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾ Her kiss refuses to dissipate from my mind. I cannot forget it for a second, not even as Jerald delivers the news meant to be stunning. There's more to the words he's uttered. I surmise from the trembling in the chain coupling his cognition to mine. More than the terror that must have driven them home in haste. Yet, I can't get the taste of her lips out of my mind for long enough to adopt the urgency he's expelled. The Crestengalt searches the area frantically before changing his post to find what he looks for. His wretched breath slows, chest deflating at catching a glimpse of her. This induces the realisation that I'd instinctively placed her behind me to break on my cognisance like wicked waves upon a shore. Out of my periphery, I witness her small smile directed at him, its calming effect and intent not lost on even a layperson's recognition. He responds with a grin of his own. At that, her spell over me shatters. Why does she make it so apparent that she c
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾ "I am to look into the issue at hand. This classes as a top priority, more so than my initial plans. I must investigate the source of this foul message and the porter, eventually." She steps forward, her rapt attention not deviating from me for a moment. Her countenance crosses into deep contemplation before her question rings through the room. "Do you have any idea who it could be?" "I have many, a mhuirnín. Too many, in fact." It's unfortunate that this happens at a critical time. My agenda for things has taken a different turn, careening off the tracks I'd placed it on. "Okay..." she mutters, and I watch as a fold shutters close, a veil on her emotions. It is transparent in the plays of her eyes, the shadow that cloaks the usual gleam in those emerald jewels. I can tell what she thinks just from her subtle reactions. "It is not about the matter being one that cannot reach your ears, a stòr. If you like, I'll give you a list of suspects. Perhaps that might
☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ "What did you say?" I ask, having heard his statement in an inaudible mumble. "It's nothing." He turns away, broad shoulders stony in my direction. I don't know what it is, but it certainly didn't feel like nothing. I also can't miss that he's transformed into a more frigid form of himself, which duly reminds me of the many similar experiences I've had with him. Though it's weird, his sudden cold shoulder is no surprise. I've been a witness to it before. Countlessly. Sometimes, while we talk, especially when it gets to deeper matters, he retreats into himself and gets this faraway look in his eyes. He snaps at me whenever I try to pull him out of it. Yet, I can't for the life of me figure out what triggers him into that state. All I know is that I hate it. Dearly. "Can you show me the house now?" I request, keeping an adequate distance from him. If he wants his space, then I'll give him that. It doesn't mean I'm for or in support of how he lets me know he nee
☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ Maybe I should yell, but I've never been the type to shout in distress. To leak salty streams from my eyes? Maybe. Call for help? Never. The only occasions on which I scream involve my anger. So when Mikael gains on me far faster than I'd predicted, I spin around, fists cocked to fight. "It's me, a stór. It is me." He cuts me short by his declaration, and I stop mid-swing, gaping at the clear irises that reflect my image. A quick scan at my hand reveals my fingers sparking with a pure white aura that hurts to stare at. On a larger scale, it would be blinding. I tighten my fists to hide the phenomenon. It's not the first time this's happened. If I ignore it long enough, it'll go away. "Mikael. Thank goodness you're back." I amble towards him, but I only end up slumping forward, my limbs debilitated as the adrenaline passes through. Except I know it's not only that. It's way more than just adrenaline-induced relapse causing my fatigue. "Are you alright?" Stron
☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ In his absence, I feel up to judging my surroundings. I’m in a poster bed with cobalt blue sheets, three matching pillows and a white comforter. I don’t like too many pillows taking up space, so this number is perfect. All three also fit snugly against my back as I haul myself up to sit. My sight pans from one corner of the half-empty room to another. There’s a standard shelf and a small dresser, but that’s all. Woah. One thing that’s sure is Mikael sucks at making rooms more than just rectangular enclosures. I’ve transformed my room at the pack into a place that, at first glance, looks to be the habitat of a living being. However, I’ve seen Mikael’s room. It’s so empty of decor and homeliness that it hurts to recall it. If we’re to constantly board at this house, we’ll need a new interior design, or I’ll be sleeping outside. Just an over-exaggeration, by the way. Frankly, I’d expected the rest of the Georgian house to be as magnificent as its front, but obvi
☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ I did forget to count. I shouldn't have, I know. I should have kept a tally just to prove him wrong. But I couldn't. Not when he'd coaxed one orgasm after the other out of me and without stop. He'd unravelled me, left me bare, tattered to the last threads of my being. All my defences came crumbling down at our joining. For once, I was unguarded, unfortified before him, lying shieldless as he ruined me with each of his strokes, and when I'd thought it was all over, he'd resurrected me to repeat the act. Never have I experienced such blissful, rapturous ecstasy that swept me off my feet like a running river. We'd started out energetic, a chaotic coupling that spoke of the pent-up sexual frustrations we both had. I hadn't known I was so desperate for his touch until he was sweeping a line from the base of my waist to the centre of my chest, swirling between the mounds that patiently waited for him to lavish his attention on them. Other than that, I'd had no inkli