When he thundered back into the cabin I was astonished, for many reasons. He looked horrendous for a start. The exhaustion on his face, the red, raised, blood-covered lines on his neck where he had rubbed his flesh raw were so distressing to see. I was most surprised by the way my senses leapt at the sight of him.
Seeing him beaten down like this, he had only been gone a day and a half, the pain must have been horrific to leave him so wounded. Like guiding a wounded lion I placed it into the bed. I had not even dragged the blanket over him fully before he fell asleep. It looked like he had used the very last bit of strength within him to get back here. To get back to me?
Why didn’t he just crash and rest somewhere else in the forest, it wasn’t raining?
Because he wanted to get back to you my heart hoped though I instantly shushed the thought. I wished for Gitte to reappear so I could ask for her counsel. The name Natasha has not suddenly vanished, I still kno
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His embrace was unlike anything I had ever experienced before, hungry, powerful, and searching. His hands grasped me as close to him as possible, my body moulding to the outline of his. A shuddering breath escaped from him as I returned his embrace. Placing my hand on his neck pulling him towards me felt so natural. Without thinking my other hand finally felt and groped his chest, shoulders, all those rippling muscles that had teased my imagination. His hand slowly travelled down the side of my arm, resting against my ribcage, every movement he made sending a cascade of tingling sensations. Kissing my neck roughly, I felt myself giddily sinking into the bed, my head rolling back and my chest arching up to meet his caresses. The roughness of his hands was exhilarating, each finger has its own distinct sensation as it travelled down the bare skin of my arm. His hand teased at the hem of my tank top, daring to go further. “Lucien,” I sighed, unable to th
It took forever to load the bikes with all the supplies. I had no idea what Lucien had been buying with his handful of gold and jewels but it weighed a ton. Dragging it all back down the hill from the cabin to the roadside took forever. No wonder he was exhausted when returned last night the miles he carried this stuff on his own. Finally, we set off. The motorcycles were chunkier, squatter models than the one I crashed. Thankfully Lucien didn't just roar off into the distance without me but made sure I kept pace with him. Gradually as the trees thinned and we left Silver City far behind us. Eventually, the roads opened, wheat fields surrounded us instead of pine trees. The strange villages and mysticism of the Northern Territories beckoned. With a little nod from Lucien, I grabbed the throttle of my jet-black cycle and we quickly accelerated towards the horizon. We rode the entire day, stopping only for fuel and directions at a passing village. The off chanc
My room had a large four-poster bed, hot shower, and every other luxury I could desire. After submerging in a hot bath, luxuriating in those rare bubbles like a queen I ate an enormous meal of rich meats, vegetables, and cheeses. I definitely didn't eat like a queen but I could not help myself., the novely of being a relaxed, normal situation was still so bizarre.Every second I expected the door to be kicked open and a guard to drag me back to Silver City. Or that I'd wake up and find it had all been a dream anyyway, the grey four walls of my cell surrounding me once more. There were some books above the mantelpiece, a cosy fire burning brightly. I still found myself clock-watching. The hours ticked by endlessly and it was soon past midnight.I wanted to hear his footsteps on the landing, to know he was back safe. Constantly admonishing my stupidity, I told myself an assassin would not have footsteps loud enough for me to hear. He will simply assume I am asleep and no
The small servant girl reappeared in my room with a teapot, pouring me a steaming hot brew. “Did you sleep well ma’am?” she asked politely. “I did thank you,” I replied, trying to give the impression I was a legitimate Luna. “Is there anything you require from our village or are you heading onwards?” She had a simple, pleasant face and I decided to take the plunge. What did I have to lose anyway. “Actually…I am looking for some kind of medicine man, someone who deals with issues with one’s wolf. Do you know of anyone?” “Padgett, Old Padgett is the best around here. You will have passed her cottage if you came from the main road last night. It has a noticeably bent chimney stack, like the letter C?” “Well thank you for your kindness. We may visit her then.” The girl curtsied and left the room whilst I sipped my tea, pleased with myself. Lucien finally stomped back in, impatient and grouchy as ever. “I didn’t find any
I wake with my heart pounding, sweating and hands gripping the bedsheets. Alexander was gently stroking my face, concern written all over his dark features. "I'm awake, I'm okay," I pan, my eyes flitting around the room checking the surroundings. "Are the visions always like this?" his voice low and concerned. "No, but they have got more detailed, let me write it down before I forget," I reply as I quickly sit up on the mattress and retrieve my notebook with the key from under my pillow. Under today's date, I add a new set of panicked scribbles. ----------- A scarred man stood over Alexander's bleeding body. In the woods? Earth floor?Golden goblet with a rim encrusted with jewelsGrey eyes, bloodshot and tearfulThe full moon...the top of the castle...fabric from a long dress dropping over the side and a female scream. Think the dress is a dark material? ---------- The last point was new. What I could only int
Faking a coughing fit I quickly excused myself. Ivan gave me a strange look as I apologised to the room of serious-faced men. As I ran through the corridors Alexander mind-linked me. /Where are you going? / /If Ivan is here, she is, and I want to catch her snooping in our room//Okay, return soon if she's not there/ Heading up the stairs my black cloak with its ruby-red inner lining shimmered, catching the light from the stain-glass windows. My long grey tunic dress hampered my speed, inwardly cursing Fyre and wishing for some leggings. However, as I approached our suite I slowed to a cat-like crawl, taking steadying breaths. I felt ridiculous as I sneaked, but there were no locked doors in the castle, trust was valued. However, on this occasion, a bodyguard and a rottweiler would have been handy. Creeping towards the door I slowly turned the handle and leapt in preparing to yell "gotcha!" Instead, an empty room greeted me. Mocked by silence I
The revelations from Padgett shook me to my core, making my motorbike driving even more suspect. My hands shook and my focus was all over the place. After only a few minutes on the winding roads, slowly descending into the dry, arid valley of wheatgrasses where Winterfell was based Lucien pulled up. Motorcycle tyres skidded in frustration as he ripped a helmet from his head, his eyes narrowed and fierce, his huge legs between the bikes. I pulled up beside him, taking off my helmet and looking at the floor. There was too much to process to even start trying to talk to him. The idea that I had to abandon everything from Bram was impossible. His thinking, his morals and his beliefs had become my security blanket. I wouldn't have survived prison without being able to recall those happy times. “What’s going on, have you forgotten how to drive? You almost spun off back there?” “I…look I’m trying my best, can I have a bit of time to get my head straight?”
I let out a futile scream as I abandoned my scattered possessions and bolted into the field. Clearing the fence like a steeplechase, the tall wheatgrass was soon above my shoulders as I pushed my way through the stiff reeds. With Gitte hibernating my scent was considerably weaker. I had to hope that this could offer enough protection from detection. My heart raced and I wondered how far away Lucien would be now. He hadn't looked back at me when he took off into the horizon, there was no chance he heard my feeble scream. Crouching, I decided to try and wait it out, gently moving when the breeze shook the rest of the grass. Like a crab, I manoeuvred on all fours, low to the ground. The three men shouted back and forth. The lean one had stayed on top of the open truck, using its height to help find me. The two others had left the car and were combing the area for me. "Which way Grigor?" a frustrated older voice shouted, accompanied by the swishing sound
FOUR YEARS LATERThe softly lapping river is a constant source of joy. It gives the small family within all they need. Fresh drinking water cleans their clothes and bodies. Little Zena, a black-haired bundle of energy loves creating boats out of anything she can get her hands on, green eyes with a cat-like tilt sparkling as she works.Her little brother Finn is more reserved, he can spend hours laid beside the river, the gentle sounds of the brook helping his imagination wander into the far-off lands of adventure he hears his parents talking about.Their parents were doting and kind. At night they would pack them into their big, shared bed, the duck feather mattresses and pillow cushioning them softly, and tell them tales of daring adventures. How on their motorcycles they had travelled hundreds of miles to the very
The familiar little cottage with the bent chimney soon came into view. My stomach churned but I tried to clamp down on my worries for Lucien. He knew what he was doing, my sending him waves of panic was hardly going to help.We pulled up outside the cottage and he sat for a minute with his head down breathing deeply. Hopping off the bike and taking my helmet off I slowly wandered down the crooked path towards the door. I had last knocked on this door living under Bram’s shadow, Gitte hiding in the wings. Padgett and whatever it was she could do was our best chance at getting some closure on the pain Lucien was suffering.The door slowly opened, and that familiar face reappeared. The chunky, clanging jewellery and grey eyes were the same. Her Wispy auburn hair scattered around her face like a misshapen crown and if anything she had become even plumper. She
Marked. Finally I had everything I ever wanted.Lucien's eyes went to the sky as he struggled to contain his pleasure. The base of his cock had swollen like a plug clamping us together. Every tiny movement rubbed my clit against it.After all the pleasure he had given me the tables were suddenly turned. Now knotted he was the one who could be pleasured no end. His eyes shot to mine as I rocked my hips. I think he thought I'd have nothing left.To be honest three earth shattering orgasms and I should have been out for the count. But that mark, being given that seemed to be a recharge and now all I wanted was to watch that handsome bastard lose it all over again."Bella," he said in a warning voice."What?" I said innocently, c
I had her right where I wanted her. Naked, the firelight bouncing off her immaculate body and all mine. She fully deserved this, all afternoon my cock had been in agony against the saddle of the bike.I'd sped up, swerved, slowed down to let her overtake me trying to think of anything to get her mind off my dick. The past few days have been unreal. It's a strange sensation allowing all this love and adoration to seep into my bones. She was everything, her grey eyes sparkling and laughing as she whizzed by in the sunshine.But right now, here in the moonlight she was all mine. Her quivering, shaking body was already wracked with pressure. Just my fingers probing inside her gave me fireworks, watching her jerk to my command made my dick twitch harder with every gulp of air she swallowed in.My dick didn't need any mor
Our first job was to get back to the gold. I kind of enjoyed having to live rough on the road again. I really am not made for the high end luxury life in a castle it turns out. The days were long but the views were stunning.Long open roads, winding valleys, lakes and the back of Lucien. I blamed the bikes, the vibration and the pebbly path but really, the reason I joyously leapt onto him and showered him with kisses every time we stopped was because I was that attracted to him.Three days staring at his back on the roads meant I knew the outline of his body better than my own. His soft boyish curls of short brown hair that softened his appearance. The wide, humongously muscled shoulders that looked as though they could rip trees from the ground.The very best thing was pulling up alongside him every so often and ca
My eyes fluttered open after a huge splash of water hit my face.A terrifying thought struck me as I spluttered back into consciousness that I was back in the river and that everything between Lucien and I had been a coma dream. Thankfully the first thing I saw, same as back when he first rescued me were those eyes. Kind, full of love and concern and for the first time, brimming with tears.“Lucien, they said I could go,” I whispered, placing my hand on his cheek softly brushing away his tear.He didn’t say a word, just held me closer to him, squeezing me as though I might fly away if he loosened his grip. “Lucien, we can be together,” I whispered again, this time placing a soft kiss upon his cheek.He stroked my hair softly, although
Beta Jackson was sent on his mission before the sun rose this morning. We had found out their location yesterday to be honest but I pleaded with Alexander to give them one more night.“If had been us, possibly separated forever, what harm would it do?” I had said.“Your faith in them still being there is staggering,” he grunted, kissing me and playing with one of my long brown curls as we sat on the bleachers together once more. We were finding ourselves outside of the castle more frequently.Almost as though the castle had become a place with too many associations, too many awful things had happened. Murder, devastation and plots had spoiled it for a while. Being amongst the gardens, watching the defence training taking place whilst taking deep lungful’s of air, that made us happ
I had imagined every possible scenario for how this meeting would go. I remembered her parents from some of the Full Moon Balls. They were fairly plain but both shared Grace’s pale blue eyes. They had lived in Silver City then, as soon as Grace had been mated to Bram they had been allocated a town house in the centre. Apparently Grace had been a regular visitor to them. I once saw them walking around the market square just outside the castle and felt a wave of guilt. Of course the times she went for these visits were the same times Bram visited me. I often dreamed that Bram encouraged her visits, so desperate to spend time with me, it made me feel special. From my room I could see the castle courtyard and I would watch her head off, blonde hair bouncing and flowing as the crowds gave way for her. It was my prompt to make sure I was ready, knowing any second B
We held hands tightly in silence all the way there. Entwined together like ancient tree branches. There was nothing to say that we hadn't covered last night. It is not a word I use but it was perfect. It made confessing the stains of my life, my savage destruction of my own family feel like it was worth it. Airing out the poison in order to create a clean, fresh start. My mind buzzed with the possibility that perhaps this medicine woman might be the one to finally reconnect me with my family. My mother in particular. I got my greeny eyes from and nothing else. She was a small dark haired woman with a sparkling laugh and a constant need to be in contact. As I told Bella last night you couldn't move in our house, neither me or Felicia without being swept into a cuddle, a squeeze or a hair ruffle by her. I didn't tell Bella that she was exactly the type of