We left Seaview in silence, Dane and myself.
Having been all but coerced into letting him walk me home, I had nothing to say to this man who would not take no for an answer.
I badly wanted to be alone. I was exhausted from the day’s ordeal. After all, I’d almost had see my sister die. Indeed, I had, as far as I’d known at the time, watched her dying before my very eyes.
I wanted to be by myself to process the day’s event.
And I knew what lay ahead of me:
Father’s interrogation about Fawna, with me having to answer question after question after question for an hour, if not longer.
And worse, Mother’s hysterics at every answer, crying out in shrill tones, perhaps even fainting or pretending to, as a way of demonstrating her love for her family as well as her tenderheartedness and her “nerves.”
I couldn’t bear any of this without some “alone time” to prepare myself.
Could it be that she desired me too?I asked myself this question, and yet, being a wolf, I moved forward in my passion.Of course, being a gentleman, had she said “Stop” I would have stopped.But she didn’t say “Stop.”In contrast, everything about her behavior said, “Continue.”She willingly and ardently gave in to me. Far from crying out, even as I inflicted pain on her with my fingers squeezing and pinching her nipple. Indeed, this pain seemed only to increase her ardor. She moaned in ecstasy; her moans were suppressed only by the pressure of my mouth on hers.By all these signs, she communicated that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.Meanwhile, being a wolf, I was, of course, overcome by my lust.Making love is difficult for Lupines in human form. In wolf form, wolves are so violent with their passions during love making that it’s not unusual for one to kill the other&md
I was stunned.I couldn’t believe it.I’d let Dane Wiltshire make love to me.In public.Standing up against a tree.Not that it wasn’t great sex, for it was.Better than great.Magnificent.But I didn’t even know this man.I’d been about to have an orgasm, and I’d wanted to feel him inside . . . when he’d pulled away.But then, just as I was thinking he didn’t want me, he’d pushed his manhood inside me, taking me violently, like the ferocious beast that really was inside him. But with my consent.He’d been urgent and demanding, and I’d gasped as he entered me, as I felt the brutal push of his huge erection. It was painful—and delightful at the same time, if such a thing were possible. I’d never before experienced this kind of passionate intensity, and it was exhilarating.It was as if this Lupine, this half-wolf half-man,
I’m not sure why, but it seemed we had little to say to each other after we had sex together.We stood quietly for a while, among the trees in the afterglow, catching our breaths after the experience of making love.It had been magnificent for both of us.I’d held back long enough for her to climax, and then I’d released, pounding into her and shuddering with ecstasy.Now we stood together, still pressed against the tree, both panting a bit from the exquisite delight of the experience. A light breeze stirred the night air, blowing the pleasant and clean scent of pine trees in our direction, as owls and other nightbirds called out in the woods—perhaps because they sensed a wolf was nearby.I kissed the top of Adara’s head. Then I pulled away and dressed, quickly pulling on my trousers.She, meanwhile, was trying to arrange her clothes, and doing a poor job of it. I managed to keep from laughing, and I moved to he
Lantac Golgor—such a charming man!I slipped around the side of the house to the back door. Because I’d seen a guest in the living room, my strategy was to enter through the back door, call my mother into the little breakfast nook off the kitchen, and there tell her about Fawna.I knew she was likely to become upset, and I didn’t want to cause the ruckus that was bound to result from her hysterics. I especially didn’t want that kind of disruption to happen in front of a guest.As soon as I closed the door behind me, I heard my mother’s voice ringing through the house. “Adara? Fawna? Is that you?”I hesitated, then answered. “Yes. Mother, can you come here a moment, please?”“What on earth for, you silly goose? You come here. Come into the living room. We have a visitor whom I’d like you two to meet.”“Of course. But first, I need to talk to you.”&ldqu
Lantac Golgor—a hated, evil man.Not all Enforcement Officers are evil. I know this, of course.Some are decent, upright, honest, and conscientious.I don’t know if they’re in the majority or the minority. I’ve not had many dealings with the red-coated patrollers.But I have had dealings with Lantac Golgor. And I personally know him to be evil.Worse than evil. Corrupt, heartless, and cruel.I’d been extremely disappointed to see Lantac Golgor—my sworn enemy—seated in the Huntington living room, being entertained by the family, charming them, ingratiating herself with them.As I made my way back through the park and approached Chalmer’s Grove, I pictured Adara sitting there beside him, mesmerized by his slick manners, his quick wit, his intelligence, and his amiable conversation.I stopped on the path and stared into the woods to the place where we had, not even an hour before, ma
As we all sat in the living room with our guest, the Enforcement Officer Lantac Golgor, my mother suddenly realized that Fawna might be truly ill.“Wait.” She scrutinized my face and her tone shifted from the happiness of a moment before to one of suspicion. “Wait a minute here.” The veins stood out on her knitted brow. “Fawna’s illness was so bad that a doctor was called?”“Er, yes, Mother.”“What are you not telling me?” Her voice rose quickly to a screech. “I will not be lied to by my own family.” She seemed to forget her manners, to forget that she had company. “A lie of omission is still a lie.”“Calm yourself.” My father patted her arm.“Calm? Calm? You be calm.” She turned back to me, her voice still high. “What’s going on? Adara, I demand that you tell me.”Everyone in the room, including our guest, was
I sat there with Edin in his study. By now, due to my revelations about Fawna, he was extremely despondent.“Despondent” is not a strong enough word.He was practically crying into his brandy.He had downed one drink after another since I told him the truth about the Huntington girls—that they were gold-diggers, that Fawna’s feigned interest in him was mere opportunism, and that I’d even heard their mother plotting with them to catch rich husbands.That he had to rid himself immediately of Fawna, the lovely girl he’d fallen in love with that very day.Just as I’d fallen in love with—or thought myself in love with—her sister, Adara.“It can’t be,” he was saying, his voice laden with disbelief.Edin is not like me. I’ve been called dark and moody. This was true even before I was bitten and turned into a werewolf. Perhaps that’s why my sire was unable to
The next morning I rose early, packed a spare dress to replace the one that had been ruined by wine stains as the doctor had struggled to cure her, and rushed to see my sister, Fawna.I feared I might encounter Dane Wiltshire at Edin West’s home, Seaview, where I’d left my sister to recover from almost being poisoned. But that thought couldn’t keep me from going.Now, as I walked through the park, of course I passed Chalmer’s Grove. I thought about how I’d made love to Dane in the darkness among the trees the previous evening.I remembered the sweetness of his touch, the delight as he’d pushed inside me, the ecstasy of my shuddering orgasm, and the pleasure of holding him as he’d climaxed, too.Forcing these ideas from my mind was the second memory of my conversation with Lantac Golgor later that night.Had he been speaking of anyone else, I’d not have believed him. But I knew—everyone on the is
I slept late the next morning.I had dreams all night long.In one, a nightmare, I was desperately trying to capture an Enforcement Officer. I chased him to the mainland, where I was terrified of being recognized as a Lupine and being shot for escaping from Vukasin Island. I awoke in a sweat before I caught the Officer and before I myself was caught by the authorities.In another, I had Fawna pinned down, and I was stuffing aconite—the leaves, the roots, and the flowers—into her mouth. I struggled not to do this, but in the dream, it was as if my movements were not my own. I couldn’t control what I did. Then Fawna metamorphed into Adara, and now I was taking off my clothes and preparing to have sex with her. But after my clothes were off, instead of making love to her I began cramming gold coins into her mouth. She struggled against me, shouting, “You’re wrong. You’re wrong.” She begged me to stop hurting her. But I cont
The next morning I rose early, packed a spare dress to replace the one that had been ruined by wine stains as the doctor had struggled to cure her, and rushed to see my sister, Fawna.I feared I might encounter Dane Wiltshire at Edin West’s home, Seaview, where I’d left my sister to recover from almost being poisoned. But that thought couldn’t keep me from going.Now, as I walked through the park, of course I passed Chalmer’s Grove. I thought about how I’d made love to Dane in the darkness among the trees the previous evening.I remembered the sweetness of his touch, the delight as he’d pushed inside me, the ecstasy of my shuddering orgasm, and the pleasure of holding him as he’d climaxed, too.Forcing these ideas from my mind was the second memory of my conversation with Lantac Golgor later that night.Had he been speaking of anyone else, I’d not have believed him. But I knew—everyone on the is
I sat there with Edin in his study. By now, due to my revelations about Fawna, he was extremely despondent.“Despondent” is not a strong enough word.He was practically crying into his brandy.He had downed one drink after another since I told him the truth about the Huntington girls—that they were gold-diggers, that Fawna’s feigned interest in him was mere opportunism, and that I’d even heard their mother plotting with them to catch rich husbands.That he had to rid himself immediately of Fawna, the lovely girl he’d fallen in love with that very day.Just as I’d fallen in love with—or thought myself in love with—her sister, Adara.“It can’t be,” he was saying, his voice laden with disbelief.Edin is not like me. I’ve been called dark and moody. This was true even before I was bitten and turned into a werewolf. Perhaps that’s why my sire was unable to
As we all sat in the living room with our guest, the Enforcement Officer Lantac Golgor, my mother suddenly realized that Fawna might be truly ill.“Wait.” She scrutinized my face and her tone shifted from the happiness of a moment before to one of suspicion. “Wait a minute here.” The veins stood out on her knitted brow. “Fawna’s illness was so bad that a doctor was called?”“Er, yes, Mother.”“What are you not telling me?” Her voice rose quickly to a screech. “I will not be lied to by my own family.” She seemed to forget her manners, to forget that she had company. “A lie of omission is still a lie.”“Calm yourself.” My father patted her arm.“Calm? Calm? You be calm.” She turned back to me, her voice still high. “What’s going on? Adara, I demand that you tell me.”Everyone in the room, including our guest, was
Lantac Golgor—a hated, evil man.Not all Enforcement Officers are evil. I know this, of course.Some are decent, upright, honest, and conscientious.I don’t know if they’re in the majority or the minority. I’ve not had many dealings with the red-coated patrollers.But I have had dealings with Lantac Golgor. And I personally know him to be evil.Worse than evil. Corrupt, heartless, and cruel.I’d been extremely disappointed to see Lantac Golgor—my sworn enemy—seated in the Huntington living room, being entertained by the family, charming them, ingratiating herself with them.As I made my way back through the park and approached Chalmer’s Grove, I pictured Adara sitting there beside him, mesmerized by his slick manners, his quick wit, his intelligence, and his amiable conversation.I stopped on the path and stared into the woods to the place where we had, not even an hour before, ma
Lantac Golgor—such a charming man!I slipped around the side of the house to the back door. Because I’d seen a guest in the living room, my strategy was to enter through the back door, call my mother into the little breakfast nook off the kitchen, and there tell her about Fawna.I knew she was likely to become upset, and I didn’t want to cause the ruckus that was bound to result from her hysterics. I especially didn’t want that kind of disruption to happen in front of a guest.As soon as I closed the door behind me, I heard my mother’s voice ringing through the house. “Adara? Fawna? Is that you?”I hesitated, then answered. “Yes. Mother, can you come here a moment, please?”“What on earth for, you silly goose? You come here. Come into the living room. We have a visitor whom I’d like you two to meet.”“Of course. But first, I need to talk to you.”&ldqu
I’m not sure why, but it seemed we had little to say to each other after we had sex together.We stood quietly for a while, among the trees in the afterglow, catching our breaths after the experience of making love.It had been magnificent for both of us.I’d held back long enough for her to climax, and then I’d released, pounding into her and shuddering with ecstasy.Now we stood together, still pressed against the tree, both panting a bit from the exquisite delight of the experience. A light breeze stirred the night air, blowing the pleasant and clean scent of pine trees in our direction, as owls and other nightbirds called out in the woods—perhaps because they sensed a wolf was nearby.I kissed the top of Adara’s head. Then I pulled away and dressed, quickly pulling on my trousers.She, meanwhile, was trying to arrange her clothes, and doing a poor job of it. I managed to keep from laughing, and I moved to he
I was stunned.I couldn’t believe it.I’d let Dane Wiltshire make love to me.In public.Standing up against a tree.Not that it wasn’t great sex, for it was.Better than great.Magnificent.But I didn’t even know this man.I’d been about to have an orgasm, and I’d wanted to feel him inside . . . when he’d pulled away.But then, just as I was thinking he didn’t want me, he’d pushed his manhood inside me, taking me violently, like the ferocious beast that really was inside him. But with my consent.He’d been urgent and demanding, and I’d gasped as he entered me, as I felt the brutal push of his huge erection. It was painful—and delightful at the same time, if such a thing were possible. I’d never before experienced this kind of passionate intensity, and it was exhilarating.It was as if this Lupine, this half-wolf half-man,
Could it be that she desired me too?I asked myself this question, and yet, being a wolf, I moved forward in my passion.Of course, being a gentleman, had she said “Stop” I would have stopped.But she didn’t say “Stop.”In contrast, everything about her behavior said, “Continue.”She willingly and ardently gave in to me. Far from crying out, even as I inflicted pain on her with my fingers squeezing and pinching her nipple. Indeed, this pain seemed only to increase her ardor. She moaned in ecstasy; her moans were suppressed only by the pressure of my mouth on hers.By all these signs, she communicated that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.Meanwhile, being a wolf, I was, of course, overcome by my lust.Making love is difficult for Lupines in human form. In wolf form, wolves are so violent with their passions during love making that it’s not unusual for one to kill the other&md