All Chapters of Slave to the Wolf King: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

~ CASIMIR ~As I walked further from Jesse’s chamber feeling smug, but still a little sweaty, something itched between my shoulder blades. I tapped into the bond, careful to hold myself apart, yet open myself enough to measure her… and to my irritation, discovered her emotional descent becoming more drastic.I’d felt the pang of her desire for me—which was a good sign—but this sudden plunge into fear, while perhaps natural, was frustrating. And as I held her heart on that glowing string between us but kept myself blocked, all too quickly her fear threaded with hints of despair.Already? Already we were back to this… this failure?I wanted to bite something. What had happened? What was she thinking to make her so scared?Far from being the strongest I had found, was she going to fail me even faster than the others?I stopped in the middle of the corridor, turning to look over my shoulder in the direction I’d come from, suddenly tempted to return to her, a combination of frustration and

~ JESSE ~Watching a naked Cazz walk away from me was a feast for the eyes. His body was perfect—broad, thick shoulders and chest, narrowing to a muscled and lean waist, an ass you could bounce a dime off of, flawless skin and perfectly cut lines… everywhere.The thrill of watching the muscles on his back roll and twitch as he walked, my sense of the sheer masculine power of him as he moved away from me, distracted me for a moment from the sinking feeling that started as soon as he turned to go.But then he disappeared out of the room.I stared at the door for a minute, suddenly feeling sick as I turned that last conversation over in my mind.He’d agreed to leave the other women alone, which was a huge relief. But it also seemed like he believed it wouldn’t be a permanent arrangement. My head spun with images of laying alone in the dark while my husband had sex with someone else…I wanted to throw up.I wanted to believe he really would wait until I told him he could—which I’d never d

~ JESSE ~“So, what did he make you come here for?” I muttered, taking a handful of grapes and popping one into my mouth sullenly. It was surprisingly sweet.“He hasn’t made me do anything,” Rake replied.I looked at him skeptically as I ate a couple more grapes. They were actually really good. Then I saw berries in a bowl next to them and chose one of those too, eating it—then having to awkwardly catch the juice before it dripped down my chin. Rake smiled. I stifled embarrassment, but waited for him to actually answer the question.Rake sighed and folded his arms. “He asked me to come talk to you, to see if I could help.”“Help with what?”“Understanding that he isn’t, perhaps, exactly what you think?” he said carefully.I sat back in my chair shaking my head as I picked up a little toothpick thingy from a

~ JESSE ~The minutes that followed were possibly the most surreal of my life—and given the day I’d had, that was saying something.At first Cazz dodged my questions about a Wolf Den. I’d heard the stories, of course. But once again, I’d assumed they were just that—stories.Cazz kept smiling and refusing to give any meaningful details, insisting that I would have to see it to understand it, which only made me more nervous.But then, out of nowhere, another raft of servants arrived. And this time they were all carrying clothes and boxes of shoes.Hangers filled with dresses, gowns, tunics, sweaters, shirts, blouses, and every kind of skirt and pant I could have imagined.There was a dozen of them, and they made several trips each, disappearing into a large door off beside the bathroom that I hadn’t explored yet. When Cazz encouraged me to follow the second wave of them in and be

~ CASIMIR ~I had to pull away from Jesse because my need became so desperate I was at risk of frightening her, and that wouldn’t help her relax, which was the entire point of this little adventure. It was a frustration. But I had to keep reminding myself she was new to this. That her first experiences with me had to be positive to encourage her confidence. It was imperative to condition her body to expect pleasure so that she'd give herself into my hands and continue to submit.But the problem was, despite her naivete, she showed an eagerness and passion that matched my own.Dear god, her kiss was intoxicating.Of course, I was less enthralled with the heaviness in her—the fatalistic doubt drenching her. But her childish embarrassment about dancing had given me this idea, and I trusted it would draw her out and hopefully offer her a reason to continue exploring with me, rather than drawing into herself a