STORM Jess was staring at me like she hadn’t seen me before, prompting me to repeat my earlier question. “Why are you not saying anything? Cat got your tongue? You think you could hide it forever? That you are a slut..puhleese..” I said, cackling with a sadistic laughter. “I don’t know anything of what you are talking about, Storm. Jack And I are not dating. Your father died of a heart attack. What happened here was a mistake, a drunk act.” she replied, refusing to balk under the pressure I was applying on her. Well, she was a good liar. I thought, shifting my gaze to Kaden who was just looking at us like he was watching a soap opera, though his eyes softened when he saw me. “I think you should excuse us.” I said, not moved at all when a hurt expression overshadowed his face. “Storm…” he called, but I shook my head. “Just leave. You can wait by the door if you are so concerned about my safety , but I would prefer that you rather leave the hall with your friends. The burial is over
STORM“Let me go, Curtis..” I stated, after a few minutes of watching him fume in anger at my statement. What had he been expecting, that I would let him touch me? The dude was crazier than I thought. My fear spiked when I saw an evil smile beset his lips before he dropped his next statement. “Never, Storm. I am never letting you go. I must have a taste of you today. Do you know how long I waited for a taste for you, and now you are allowing that drug lord to touch you? I thought you didn’t fall for the bad guys.” He said, causing me to laugh in anger. “You don’t know have to paint Kaden black because I would rather fuck him than kiss you. He is hundred times the man you will ever be.” I taunted, dodging his forceful kiss in disgust the next second. Was the guy that serious? I thought, annoyed when he began to drag me into the restroom. Couldn't someone come for me? I thought, knowing that I have been out of the banquet hall for almost an hour now. Where were Justin and Lucy? What a
A dream of Storm that same night as she slept in Justin’s parents’ mini mansion, in one of the rooms on the first floor.**Dream in third person POV, capturing the feelings of the parties involved.**Storm knew she was dreaming, taking in her surroundings even as she shivered in a man’s arms, Kaden, when she saw him clearly, drawing his attention to the driving rain. Kaden inhaled deeply to center himself and to calm the fury of the rain he had used to regain her. At once the rain slackened to a light drizzle. Overhead the towering cloud began to break apart. The wind rose to help push the mist away."You are hurt, Kaden. Instead of waiting for me - and you knew I would come to you the instant I rose - you ran from me." He took a running leap in the air effortlessly, shape-shifting into a large wolf as he did so.Storm gasped and clutched at the long lush hair and fur rippling over his body. She closed her eyes against the earth rolling away from her, against the wind rushing around h
Dream Continuation:"In case you haven't noticed, Kaden, it feels as if we're entering hell. Since I already have this faint notion that you could be the devil tempting me, this isn't the best choice of hotels." The humidity was thick, nearly choking her, and Storm felt as if she couldn't breathe. The inky black interior pressed down on her, suffocating her."It is your fear choking you," Kaden said softly. "The air is perfectly breathable down here. The mountain is not crushing you. You fear what I will do once we are together." His thumb was feathering lightly over the pulse in her wrist, back and forth, a gentle stroke but eloquent.Her chocolate musky eyes were enormous in her pale face. "What will you do, Kaden?" Her heart was pounding in the confined space, the rhythm frantic.He bent his head to hers, his black eyes burning with possession, with intense hunger, with stark desire. "I will put your life and your happiness above my own. You have no need to fear for your life with
Dream Continuation:At the first brush of Kaden’s fingers against the bare skin of her stomach, Storm’s breath caught in her throat, and her body went still. He pulled the shirt over her head with a single fluid motion, leaving her vulnerable and exposed. He barely gave her lacy bra a thought, using a razor-sharp fingernail to dispense with it. His attention was on the puncture wounds on her side, the scrapes on her back.He swore. She knew that was what he was muttering although she didn't understand the language. And then he bent his head low, his thick mane of midnight-black hair brushing her ribs, sending darts of fire dancing over her skin. At the first touch of his tongue, she closed her eyes, unable to believe the exquisite beauty of the moment. She felt his lapping, velvet soft yet slightly rasping across her damaged skin, a mixture of soothing sensuality.Even as he took time and great care to see to the wounds on her body, the clothes covering his skin became unbearable, con
Dream Continuation:Storm cried out, arching into Kaden, nearly exploding as his fingers found her tight, hot sheath and his mouth pulled strongly, his teeth scraping and teasing the swell of her breast. His knee nudged hers apart even as his tongue lapped at the valley between her breasts. He was above her, his face harsh yet sensual, his eyes black blue, burning coals.It was happening too fast. Way out of control. Storm felt him, thick and aggressive, pressing into her. He seemed far too large for her to accommodate. Trapped beneath his body, she couldn't move, almost couldn't breathe. His teeth scraped the swell of her left breast, an erotic enticement that set her arching toward his mouth. Yet fear beat at her as he surged forward, his body pinning hers, invading hers, taking possession as if he had every right to her. She felt as if he was invading her soul, thrusting so deeply within her that she would never get him out. Instantly she stiffened, whimpering into his shoulder. S
At the same time, Tensel’s Estate.Damonq closed the door after the healer had left and leaned against it. "It is safe, Elina. We need to talk."She'd been dreading this moment, but knew it had to come.Why won't you put yourself in the ground?" Elina asked. "You need to heal properly.” She has been saying the same to him for the past three days, but the stubborn man always found reason to stay above the ground, with her."I need to know why you are so afraid all the time. Even afraid of your friend," Damonq said, no inflection whatsoever in his voice, yet she shivered, aware, without knowing how, that if Jane had done something to make her afraid, he had no problem removing her from existence. He'd appointed himself her champion and would follow through, even if it meant putting him at odds with all ancients.She shook her head. "Jane would never do anything to hurt me." But she didn't know that anymore. She couldn't be certain."Elina. I have a need, not a want, to know why you're a
Elina shuddered at Damonq’s statement. "I am prepared to confess to Tensel. I don't want anyone else to suffer because of me. Thank you for standing up for me and for the fact that you are so willing to continue, to say to others that you're my lifemate. I appreciate that more than I can say but--""So you have no objection if I attempt to bind you to me with the ritual words. My soul to yours, understanding it cannot possibly work if we are not true lifemates. With the full understanding that if it did work, you would be bound to me for all eternity."She patted the couch again. "If you lie down right here and rest, then you can say the words to me and see for yourself that they won't work.""Your hair is black. A true black. None of my kind can see a true black once he is beyond his two hundredth year. In my case, it was even before that. He only sees color if he is in the presence of his lifemate and hears her voice."She was very self-conscious of her tangled hair, and he seemed a