Semua Bab The Secret Love of the Wolf Prince: Bab 11 - Bab 20

“Silver?” I repeated, puzzled. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, my lord.”“This is how you thank me for saving your life?”He grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. The moment he let go of me, I fell to my knees once again, fighting back my tears.“I have no silver, my lord!” I cried. “I never had anything made of silver!”“Stand up,” he grunted.As I did what he said, I remembered the delicate chain around my neck.“You mean this?” I tried, showing it to him.“That’s white gold. Do you think our healers would give us necklaces made of silver?”Teah had explained to me that silver didn’t kill wolves as many people believed, but it did weaken them, and prevented them from changing, trapping them in their human form and depriving them of all their strength and might.I let go of the pendant, shaking my head. For the life of me, I had no idea why I would smell of silver.He pinched my chin to make me face h

My heart skipped a beat when I opened my eyes and found the blindfold gone. I instinctively covered them, exploring the smells around me. No traces of the wolf.“My lord?” I tried.No answer. So I finally dared to risk a glance around. I was all alone in the cave.I found Lily’s dress by the firewood. I had no other clothes left, so I wore it again. A chill ran down my spine as I tied the bodice ribbons.I didn’t want to waste another day sitting and pondering. I had only a little water left in the buckets, so I decided to venture out of the cave.It opened to the east, to a narrow ledge on a thirty-feet-tall cliff. I stepped out to see the woods, but I didn’t recognize the place. I was halfway down a steep rocky slope, and it looked like I was further south than I’d ever been before, where the hills rose to become the high mountains that enclosed the southern end of the Dale. That was forbidden land for humans. From where I stood, the woods hid whatever laid beyond.I followed the led

He washed me like caressing me, and it felt as magical as upsetting. When he was done, his bare hands replaced the cloth, running up my torso to cover my breasts. First his nose, then his lips, glided around my navel before moving up as well. I felt his gasp as his thumbs pressed my breasts, moving in circles.I let out a muffled moan as my nipples hardened. My skin beneath his thumbs felt like burning, making my heart beat faster and triggering like a gust of sparks down toward my groin. Air felt thin, my breasts pushed against his hands out of their own will. My head fell back and his lips landed on my neck. The wet trace of his tongue made me let out a muffled moan.He lifted me in his arms like I was a wisp of grass, to lay me down gently on the bearskin. His hands covered my breasts again, moving as to shape my flesh, his thumbs resuming those circles on my nipples that made me see fleeting stars behind my closed eyelids under the blindfold.I couldn’t help

I muffled moans and cries against the pallet while he touched me and kissed me from my shoulders down to my waist, over and over. Then his hands covered my buttocks and his nose ran between them. My back arched till it felt about to break, my hips lifting from the pallet, my thighs trying to make room for him.He pressed his face against my body with a hoarse growl and his hands squeezed my buttocks while his tongue ran along my groin. I let out a long moan, not even noticing I was pushing against his mouth to feel it on my skin.All of a sudden, he pulled away to lie on top of me. I felt his arousal between my legs, brushing my inner thighs like the night before. My groin was on fire, throbbing, but his weight pinned me down. His hands sneaked beneath me to grab my breasts as his warm breath fell on the back of my neck. His smell tore down any trace of self-control I might have left.Stunned by desire, I wriggled underneath him. His hard length slid between my

Just like the night before, I wore the purple dress, tied the black ribbon around my wrist and sat down on the pallet by the fire, my eyes caught by the flames, lost in gloomy thoughts.The storm blew stronger outside, like a raging blizzard.I had no way to know for how long I sat there after the night closed. A crackling branch startled me, and I realized I’d been dozing out. I added more firewood, wrapped myself in the cloak and opened the bearskin hanging only enough to sneak out. Snow fell so thick, not even my demon eyes, like he’d called them, could see the end of the rocky ledge.I stood there, my back turned to the wind, looking south, until the cold made my cheeks hurt and my feet go numb. Then I hurried back inside, careful to leave the hanging corner loose for him, even though now I was convinced he wasn’t coming. Such a blizzard was dangerous even for a wolf. And I wasn’t worth the trouble.I sat back down on the pallet, stubborn as a mule, a