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I pressed my hand upon it, massaging it through his pants... A mischievous smile stretched my lips as the urge to make him moan out invaded me…I got to work, gently zipping down his zipper, not leaving out the part of ghosting my hand over his hard-on as I did that. I felt him shift uncomfortably underneath me and I smiled more. ͞ ! WARNING: SMUT CHAPTER - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK- ELSPETH’S POV The words stood plainly in the heart of slavery, ‘Do not lead your Master on’. However, I checked and I did not see myself going against that rule. After all, it was literally Wayne who first gave the hint to this whole thing, I only picked up the lines, and he was still my Mate anyway. I surged forward, caring less of the world. With my chin held up, I walked past Wayne and went straight to the field. I looked over my shoulder and realized he was following behind me. A smile flashed across my face as I slowly got myself to the lush field.
I smelt his arousal, a tangy mixture of sour and salt. It was stimulating, causing a burning sensation that churned in my tummy and shot through my head, propelling me to close my eyes and part my lips with a moan as I stroke my Man’s length. I did not care that I was not the one being touched, yet I seemed to feel the pleasure the more…his words still came out as, “You do accept me as yours?” ͞ ! WARNING: SMUT CHAPTER - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK- ELSPETH’S POV “What is funny?” Wayne queried blatantly, obviously not aware of how humorous his expression was― I snorted, my hand dashing to my mouth to stifle laughter. I was so pushed to ask how he felt as he looked at me, but when I opened my mouth to speak, all that came out was a stutter. Wayne inclined his head to the side, as he must have noticed the way I immediately compressed my lips when the words refused to come out. “H... how―” my voice cracked and I gave a shallow cough
Wayne’s groan almost sounded like a howl as the vibration coursed through his body. While my own orgasm subsided, a feeling of satiation surged through me. ͞ ! WARNING: CHAPTER― SMUT SCENE - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK- ELSPETH’S POV I looked up at Wayne to find his eyes still roaming mine. Somehow, I saw a look of passionate need in them, and I did not really know if they were real, and for me. Just to be sure, I asked, “Are you…” my voice trailed off and I bit my lower lip. I could not help but look down, only taking a sneak peek at my Mate. Wayne cocked his head to the side. “Go on,” he urged. “I was trying to ask if you are now less drunk―,” I paused. “I mean, clear-headed…” Wayne’s eyes narrowed. “― Sober!” I blurted. “That should be the best word,” I murmured. I did not think Wayne even heard it, but the way he rolled his eyes was so noticeable― somewhat rude to me. I looked down once again, my cheeks flushing with emba
I racked my head to remember more of the things that happened, but all my efforts ended up vague and only resulted in a migraine. ͞ PHYLLIS’ POV I watched as the witch healer stooped to round off the last step of changing the bandages on Mother’s unhealed injury. My eyes were also fixated on her when she rose and turned to me, her countenance sullen. I folded my arms and cocked my head to the side, “What is it?” The witch healer shook her head, coming to the table, which I leaned on, to grab the hand towel. “I am so sorry, Ace, but due to the Oak oath taken by witches before the merge, wounds created by a Wolf have been immune to our magic and also cannot heal quickly,” the witch said as she wiped her hands with the towel. “So what are you intending to say, the wound cannot heal for a long time?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer. The witch nodded a reply. “It is deep, but not so severe. It will
There is no denial; the moon goddess would certainly come at me if I should take any action that is outside the rules of the wolves. In addition, I would never step my feet in the Shore again, never! ͞ WAYNE’S POV My hands wandered to zip up my fly as confusion raked through my head. Everything seemed to be a mess and what made it worse was the fact that Elspeth kept moving with unease. This time, she stood up to wear her dress and I looked away, the steady pounding in my head causing me to shut my eyes for a moment. It was becoming unbearable, my body felt so weak, and so were my bones, not excepting that I felt light prickles on my skin. I struggled to get on my feet and after staggering more than twice, I finally found my footing. I turned to Elspeth. I could not see her clearly in the dark and I did not want to activate my super sight either, but I could see the way her eyes glistened despite the darkness as she stared at me. I hawkey
My eyes were riveted on the filthy surface of this platter that seemed to inculcate a feeling of dread in me. Something about it was not right and as much as I tried to pull my eyes away, the stygian potency that hovered about would not let me. ͞ WAYNE’S POV I had made a decision. There was no going back. “Repeat after me, I swear by the Alpha’s cold-blooded body before me…” was Deveron’s shady voice, jolting me back to reality, “…that I will not betray the fire-pall werewolves pack.” “I swear by the Alpha’s cold-blooded body before me, that I will not betray the fire-pall werewolves pack,” my dull response came. I looked up at the crowd when I heard the low murmuring coming from them. I felt the urge to sigh. Were these creatures going to resent me for eternity? This was an initiation for Moon goddess’ sake! “Drink. Now.” I hurriedly brought the rim of the cup to my mouth and guzzled down its content. My face scrunched up a
The stinging persisted and I found myself jerking under her touch. Brazing myself up, I struggled to get my limb off Fiona’s hold, but it was obvious that her powers were far greater than mine was. ͞ WAYNE’S POV “These are the only books I could collect,” Phyllis breathed out as she dropped the pile of heavy books on the floor. I peered down from the bed where I sat crossing my legs and then my eyes wandered to squint at the witch, who clapped away the dust from her hands. “Where did you get these?” I asked as I leapt down to the floor. I shuffled through the volumes to find out that they were just what I loved to read― History, fantasy, mystery and um… oh well, “Trilogy of an Alpha’s demeanor?” I laughed out as I thumbed the wordings on the navy blue cover, which had golden engraving at the corners. I opened the book to its first page to find the preface inscribed with tiny times new roman font. Fortunately, the whole of the
“I bet she failed to mention that any thoughts from one's memory can be replicated to the ball and shown to any eyes that choose to believe…And yet when you confront her, she will say… ‘It is the lesser evil’.” ͞ WAYNE’S POV I looked up at Fiona the moment she mentioned ‘spell’, “How did you know she cast a spell on me?” “That is easy, I sensed it when I tried to measure up your powers, it restricted your strength a little, but you would have been unable to move if you were at the peak of your powers.” Fiona sipped comfortably from her drink. I felt she told too much, unlike Phyllis, yet she did not seem to bother. She took my mug and fixed it into my hand, then placed the tray on the bed before drawing the stool to sit before me. “The triple spell of relativity; it blocks one's thoughts from another’s access and weakens the body; anyone who touches you gets a share of it. Though its stickiness to your skin had been absor
WAYNE.I felt her emotions, witnessed her fading pain and overwhelming joy. I could feel what she thought, it seemed like there was a channel transferring her thoughts to me when I had a feeling that she might want a time alone, and now my hands remained in my pockets, my head bowed with a smile plastered on my face as I paced down the stairs.It was such a wonderful feeling when you feel your Mate’s happiness and I intended to keep it this way. I did not want anything that would cause Elspeth pain again so I was now more than determined to make sure that the smile I saw on her expression as she cried would remain as long as I could keep it.I arrived at the third floor and soon found myself in front of the library’s door. I opened it without wasting time and walked to one of the shelves before rummaging through its stack of books.I knew I had found just what I was looking for when I
WAYNE.A good dream and a good sleep was all it took me to awake with good cheer in the morning. I yawned and stretched on the bed, not willing to get up anytime soon. Thankfully, I did not have training to catch up or any book to read so I was entirely free.I turned on the bed, lying on my side as I stared across at the space where I knew my new cactus friend stood. It was still slanted but I knew it would get better with time. As I tried to slide my legs down the bed, I felt something wet between my legs and my hands moved to check it out, entirely shocked that the crotch of my pants was all soaked and my dick was quite hard.However, I smiled when I recalled the dream I had last night, it was much better that it felt like a reality to me. Two knocks in a roll came on my door and I was force
WAYNE.Phyllis fed me the last of the bowl’s content before placing it on a side stool. I felt her watching me as I heaved a sigh, a serene feeling washing through me. When I turned to the witch, she never broke the gaze. Instead, she seemed to intensify it, her orbs dipping into the eyelid and her pupils seeming to blaze from the reflection of the burning candles.“What do you think about love, Phyllis?” I suddenly muttered, causing the witch’s brows to crease and frowning lines pulled across her forehead.She huffed and turned away. “I think nothing of it, except that it is the nippiest route to whoever desires destruction.” I chuckled at Phyllis’ understanding of love before glancing down at my fingers, my eyes flicking between the black and white box designs of the floor’s overlay as I contemplated whether to ask the next question.&nbs
Even if the last time I saw her was five years ago, I knew that Mother was not this terrifying. She was a beautiful, gentle soul with pretty looks that could propel any man to their feet. This was not her, certainly not!My hands lunged toward her, longing to touch or shake her awake, but some concealed potency rather held me back to the point that I just stared at her figure, my hands hanging in the air.Tears prickled the corners of my eyes when I realized I could do nothing to comfort her. My lips trembled and an unwanted lump clogged in my throat as I sank to my knees, my eyes burning as it gazed at Mother’s still form.I badly missed and needed her back. I pined for the feel of her subtle palm as she rubbed it over my back to comfort me, or the tone of her soothing voice that sounded like it could calm a turbulent wave.When I tried to speak, a gale-force wind swept me out of the cave and
WAYNE.Four days in this shitty hell hole of a Tower and I was left wondering how long I would survive it. I sat in the Balcony reading, yet again, the Volumes of Alphas.I initially was supposed to be enjoying the gentle brush of the wind as well as the soft whispers it rendered to my ears, watching as the leaves danced to its tune and as the birds perched from a branch to another, singing their beautiful choruses.I was also supposed to sit here and watch the gentle noon sun just when it decided to reveal its glow after four full days of teeming rain, but here I was trying my best to get something out of this freaking mating chapter before me. Phyllis had literally ruined everything I had mapped out for the day when she walked right into the Balcony and jammed the book to my face once again.My eyes now glared at the slowly stirring, abandoned Chamomile tea on a side stool before I reached for t
Flynn exhaled the breath he did not know he was holding before glaring at the faces of the Firnes and walking past them into the hall. Candelabras hung against the walls, their candles burning away its flame and brightening the cosmic space. Flynn could see that a narrow path was flanked by a quite vast pool of clear waters, the candle flames glimmering on it.He whipped his head around the environment in a bid to search for who had spoken earlier but it rather seemed that he was the only one in the hall before a flash of white light suddenly appeared in front of him that he had to shield his hands over his head to protect his eyes from the light’s intensity.He heard the soft thudding of feet echo when the light began to fade, dropping to a light ball in a woman’s palm. The latter walked forward with a pink, chiffon fabric draped over her shoulders and barely covering her bare breast, cascading all the way down to her lower unco
I watched the King hurry toward Father instead and pull the Latter’s stiff body up, his hands trembling with what I noticed to be fear. “I will take you back to Coral shore, Gastro.”“No,” Father objected. “I need my wife and please take Lucerne away instead; he seems so scarified by the whole occurrence.” The Vampire King looked down to see Lucerne, who was probably at the age of five or six, stuck to Father’s left leg. The man’s eyes then wandered to Father’s bleeding wound before he leaned down to smell it. His eyes bulged and fright whipped across me.“Demons bane…” he muttered breathlessly, terror vivid in the tone of his voice. He seemed to fear for Father as much as I did now, knowing that an impending death was the inevitable fate of the latter. I recalled the time Father had passed away, when he made mention that he was one poisoned with the b
I wrecked my hands into my hair when it seemed like the image was going away, but then darkness reigned over me too quickly as a clangor sound resonated in my skull. I heard a loud incantation, precisely from a voice I could quickly recognize, before the next image lashed in. This time, it was this room. Alpha Gar lay still on the four-poster bed, looking like he was sleeping, as his breathing heaved steadily.I shrieked when I heard the noise of tearing flesh and screaming men along with resounding thudding outside the door before it blasted into pieces, dust clustering in the spot and a mingling metallic smell of sandalwood and bleach filling the room. A green-robed man walked in, his huge muscles ripping as he advanced toward the bed. He was tall, but not as I was.His dark hair was dressed in a pompadour hai
WAYNEDaylight was pretty sucked away too quickly when I lifted my hands above my head and stretched my knocking bones, my body aching so badly, feeling like it ripped through my flesh as I brought them down. I glanced at the spot where Flynn once sat. He was gone a long time ago. Was it a few hours into noon? Certainly, he was not the type to endure a long day of studies like I did.“Can I retire now? I can feel the comfort of my bed calling to me,” I muttered with a yawn as I averted my gaze to Phyllis. She remained seated across me, watching keenly to make sure I never missed any word in the book. I guess that was how unoccupied she was. The witch nodded and reached for the book, her eyes squinting the moment they met with the sepia yellow pages.She gestured for me to stand but before I could obey, the Library door opened and a balmy-looking Lady walked in. She was a servant, I could tell, judging from