All Chapters of Twisted Mates.: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Freya couldn't stop the snort from popping out. "And who in this universe told you that would ever happen? Probably the same person who told you that you're a good liar."He sputtered. "Excuse me?""Oh come on, you talk so much shit I can smell it on your breath.""I take it this means no agreement can be reached," said Valley quickly, obviously wanting to stop the conversation from becoming any more argumentative than it already was. "Bryant, do you wish to pursue this further or are you willing to allow Alpha Dante to do what he wants to do?""I'm not backing down."Dante leaned forward in his seat. "Then I accept your challenge."Valley sighed. "You know the drill. Allow the rest of the pack to decide on what will happen. None of you would get involved with your ulterior motive until the whole pack gets into an agreement. Then you can act on that challenge. Hopefully, you can both come to an amicable agreement within that time. From the humans we've already been through a lot, there

Dreams didn't get much better than this. On one level, Freya couldn't help finding it a little depressing that her best sexual encounters tended to happen during her sleep, but the pleasure spiking through her body left no room for such thoughts. If she was going to admit the truth, Freya would say that she was glad that she waited. One ounce of regret could not be found in her actions.A thick, talented finger was stroking in and out of her while sharp teeth nibbled on the back of her shoulder. The thrusts were shallow, leisurely, and teasing. She squirmed and tried impaling herself further, but the finger withdrew – a warning. She moaned her frustration. A low, wicked chuckle was her response and then two fingers plunged inside her and her next moan was of sheer bliss.Ordinarily, Freya hadn't experienced much finger-fucking, but these fingers were extremely clever, hitting all the right nerves with unerring accuracy as if they knew just how to play her body. If they would only pick

"Hey big boy," she called in a soothing voice. His head whipped around to face her, and he snarled while at the same time standing over the carcass and flattening his ears outwardly, warning her away from his prize. There was no logic or rationality in those eyes."Now, that's not very rude of you," she said in the same gentling tone. She knew he wouldn't understand her, that the words would be indistinguishable, but she hoped that he might recognize her voice and find it calming, then relax with her scent.His head extended toward her and his nostrils flared, scenting the air. He let loose a low whine, and she had the feeling that he acknowledged who she was but wasn't sure how to calm himself.Feeling reassured by his recognizing her, she moved another step toward him, but then halted; she wanted him to come to her so that he was away from the dead wolf. Looks very easy, but he wouldn't even listen to her. "Come on, spoiled boy, you don't want to play that dirty game. You already wo

He had always prided himself on not having that weakness of needing anyone or anything. Having a mate, having a connection that came with mating, was fucking with that. Not that he believed for even one minute that the mating connection could override the way he functioned and had always functioned, but he didn't have any interest in encouraging the cravings for dependency. Maybe if he distanced himself from her, spent little time with her, and didn't touch her, it would ease the matter and ease his wolf's attachment to her. He needed to ignore these urges he had to be with her, to touch her, to mark her entire body, to ensure his scent was all over her. Those urges had nothing to do with Freya as a person and everything to do with the fact that she was who he had mated. If she had been someone else, things would still have been the same. Would they really, though? a voice in his head questioned, a part of him who thought he was talking out of his ass. Of course, it would. That wasn

The way he so abruptly left the room had Freya frowning. It was as though the guy was desperate to get away from her or something. It wasn't until later that evening when she found herself lying in bed very alone that she began to think on it a little more. Dante had been different from her since the confrontation with Jake that morning. Or, more accurately, he had been indifferent. There had been no more heated looks, no more whispered promises, no more licking the marks on her neck, no more taking the odd moment to inhale her scent. But it wasn't just that. He was barely speaking to her. He was resorting to his old self. He was revoking the old memories she was trying to keep locked. And now here she was alone because he had 'things to do in his office.Well, it seemed like the very sexual male from the past two days had retreated, or had retreated from her at least. It occurred to her then that maybe it had only been his wolf's insecurity in the mating that had been behind his feve