All Chapters of Wolfless Temptation : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Feyre’s POVOnce I left Garrick, I went to Lottie’s office and asked her point blank if I could meet with the stylist to have some new jean shorts. She gave me one disdainful look before picking up the phone at her desk and dialing the man for me to speak with.I was informed that the shorts would be delivered to my room in an hour and after thanking her, turned and left.I lounged around in my room until it came and then I went to knock on the door across from me, recalling that I hadn’t seen her name on the roster either.The door opened and the girl who’d given me the jeans─ Sylvia, I’d learned she was called─ appeared in the doorway. She raised a brow at my presence there and I raised the jeans up to her. “It’s not your old pair, but it’s the best I could find to replace it. I’m sorry about the other one.”She gave me a long stare before reaching out to get the jeans. She held it up in her hand, looking at it first from the back and then from the front before throwing it over her

Feyre’s POVThe week ran quickly, the feast only two days away now. I did as ordered, my body moving robotically even as my mind remained apathetic to all the preparations that were being done.It was similar to the rituals I’d undergone when I first came to the harem; lots of waxing, steaming, dieting, hair layering and so much more─ all so that we could look beautiful for the men who were coming to abuse us.I couldn’t stand any of it; not the manicures or facials, not the milk and honey baths or different combinations of salads, fruit, and yogurt we were put on for the entirety of that week. I certainly couldn’t stand the humiliating sex classes with Mrs. Arella who demanded more of me than she ever had, making me do such scandalous things in front of the others that I sported a furious blush the entire time. I’d been unable to look anyone else in the face for more than an hour after she’d singled me out at our last class. Even when I’d burst into tears, she hadn’t let up until she

Feyre’s POVThe morning of the feast was filled with activity and as soon as I stepped out of my room, I couldn’t find a moment of peace. I’d slept fitfully the night before, tossing and turning into the early hours of the morning, unable to get my mind to stop imagining what the coming day would bring.Would it hold the same sort of blatant debauchery as that hunting party contained? Or were these specially selected guests far too dignified to do their dirty deeds in public?Other than the fact that we were to dance, I knew nothing else about how the rest of the night would go.We were given schedules to dictate how each of us would move the entire day. Part of the instructions dropped the night before involved having showered and brushed before six thirty and I made sure to get up early enough to fulfil that. I didn’t see the need for such an early start but there was little I could do aside from comply. The feast wasn’t till seven in the evening and I couldn’t imagine what else we

Feyre’s POVWe stepped off the podium once we were finished with the dance. I did my best to avoid the crimson gaze of that intimidating man as I moved around the cluster of chairs. Xaden called out to Lina who ran to him like the pet she very proudly enjoyed being. He lifted her easily and perched her on his lap, one of his hands idly running up the slit of her sarong while the other was stretched out on the rest of his divan.He was turned towards the chair next to him and I refused to look in that direction again, feeling the weight of that strangely powerful gaze upon me even now.The rest of the night passed in a rapid blur. I spent most of my time serving food, drinks, and whatnot as requested by the men, all the while trying to avoid their wandering hands. Somehow, despite there being more of us than them, there never seemed to be enough girls tending to their needs at any given point in time.Music played softly from whatever hidden speakers had played before, the low thrummin

Feyre’s POVHis eyes never left mine as he drank and I, in turn, watched him, transfixed by the strangely erotic sight. She moaned, clutching his mouth to her neck, and encouraged him to feed even more as she squirmed about his lap. I swallowed and tried to look away, but I was held ransom by those glowing red eyes that refused to leave the purple of mine even as he drank.A few minutes later, he withdrew and she fell to his body, limp and weak while he cradled her as gently as he had when drinking.Rabas, the tall, snobby-looking manservant stepped forward passing me a thick woolen jacket which I took gratefully before bending down to pick the girl from Dymon’s lap, carrying her bridal style in his arms.“Tend to her,” Dymon said simply and the servant managed a bow even while laden with the girl, before moving away.I stared at Dymon’s face with morbid fascination. I had never seen a Vampire up close and personal before. His eyes were a much more muted color, more burgundy than red