Hot Damn I gasped, the moment I found myself in my sitting room. What on earth had just happened? I rubbed my face with my palm, heart still racing as I sat down on a sofa. I was still very hard and I took several breaths trying to calm my nerves as my mind kept going back to Lora and the hot sex It was ..words could not explain it. Glorious. That was the only word I could come up with. I have no idea what kept drawing me back to her all the time. I felt a pull towards her. Maybe it was my curiosity or the bond which demanded that I go to her every night. Three nights now on a roll. But which each sunset, I felt a pull to her, to touch her This time I had wanted to ask her some questions about her identity. What she really was, but the moment I had looked into the room from the window and saw her sprawled on the bed like a goddess, touching herself I lost all coherent thoughts, and the only thought my brain could process was to touch her, to feel her, to possess. And I wasn
Lora's POVSleep?Sleep has turned out to be highly overrated these past few days.I tossed around for the rest of the night until the first ray of daylight brightened my room a bit, and immediately I jumped up from the bed - a habit - to go into the bathroom.But the moment I got up, the ache between my legs stopped and my heart swelled up at the sweet soreness, and the slight pain...Who was I kidding? There was nothing slight About the pain between my legs, but I was not complaining. I would never complain.With a foolish grin, I walked into the bathroom, humming happily._Blake_, I shivered and giggled as I remembered the night we had together.The hotness, the fire, the feel of his dick on me and in me, the fire it ignited in me.I had lost control. Hell obviously, we both did.There had been no foreplay, I was too aroused for that, already prepared for him by the time he slid his hardness inside me. My clit ached tightly and I rubbed my legs together, to ease the pleasure shoo
The next few days were pretty much the same.Spending the days with Sophia, cooking, talking or picking up flowers, and then every night, Blake climbing through my window for a hot sex, after which we would cuddle and he would be gone by the time I woke up.And my father has started preparing for his wedding with Yvonne.Of course, because everytime I see them, I always get annoyed. I just tried my best to avoid them. To avoid seeing them at all Blake and I haven't talked about the threats or the rejection.We never brought it up and somewhere deep down in my heart I was glad.Because the sooner we discovered who was responsible for the threats the sooner we would have to sever the bond, and as for now I was not ready for that.But would I ever be ready for it though?Not likely, I thought as I felt the soreness between my legs from last night's vigorous sex activity.Blake had come with a huge appetite and I was more than happy to serve him.And after we both came, he had held me cl
The sun was high in the sky as we made our way to the clearing where we were going to have our picnic with the Lycans. I could feel the warmth of Blake's hand in mine, a steady and reassuring presence that made my heart swell.I loved how tender he was. I could feel that there was a change between us. Things were not all that cold anymore. Since this morning there was warmth in his eyes instead of hatred each time he looked at me.As we arrived at the clearing, I was struck by the beauty of the place. The grass was green and lush, and there was a gentle breeze blowing that carried the scent of wildflowers on its wings. A few of the other Lycans were already there, lounging on blankets and chatting amongst themselves."Welcome to our picnic spot, Lora," Blake said with a grin, “We do this every two months. It is kind of like a tradition. To get away from work and just have fun amongst ourselves."I smiled, feeling a sense of happiness that I could not explain as I watched the others
As Sophia and I stumbled out of the alleyway, we were confronted with another group of masked men. This time there were six of them, and they had weapons more dangerous than knives.I felt a sense of panic rising in my chest. I didn't know if I could take on so many attackers at once. But then, out of nowhere, a figure appeared behind us."Get behind me," Blake said, his voice calm and steady. "I'll handle this."I felt a breath escape me in relief.Sophia and I quickly complied, huddling together behind Blake as he took a defensive stance. I could see the muscles in his arms bulging as he readied himself for the fight.The attackers advanced, their weapons raised. But Blake was faster than any of them. He moved with a fluid grace that I had never seen before, striking out with a series of kicks and punches that left the men reeling.I watched in awe as he took down attacker after attacker, his movements precise and calculated. He seemed to be in complete control, even as the men came
BLAKE'S POVBlood.Murder.I felt beads of sweat drip down my spine, soaking up my shirt as I paced my room angrily.My blood was boiling in rage, and all I could see was red.I needed to snap some bones and shed blood, especially those fools who dared to harm my mate.The panic I felt when I saw her in danger was something I couldn't explain.I didn't know what pulled me to the market earlier. All I knew was that I needed to get there, and I had left Max and Lock in the middle of work and ran out, following my very strong instincts which led me to Lora.She was seriously in danger. Of course she told me before, I saw the letter sent to her in my presence. But I never thought that it would get to this point real soon.Why were they wolves after her life?.Why would someone have to kill her?No matter how hard I think, I could not think of any reason. Lora had no friends, so she couldn't have enemies.Although she had mentioned once or twice about her strained relationship with the re
LOLA'S POVThe sun this particular morning was not merciful at all. Scorching angrily, just like my feelings.Despite the AC in the room, I was still sweating, although I could not tell if it was the heat from the sun or the heat from my anger."You need to calm down, Lora," Sophia said, her eyes on the crotchet she was knitting, but I ignored her, still rummaging through the box on her bed. "Lora….""I need to find it, it has to be here somehow," But I've been searching for minutes, box after box, yet I couldn't find what I was looking for.My Mother's Diary."Maybe it's not," Sophia Said, but I didn't want to believe her.My mother had kept all her treasures hidden in these five different boxes and had given me the keys. I'm sure that somehow, if I find her diary there would be something written in there about me.Like why I had to be treated as an outcast in my own home and why werewolves would want to kill me.My heart squeezed as I recalled the attack from the day before. I was
Lora's POV"Are you okay, Lora?" Jane asked, touching my chin, "I heard everything that happened. I am so sorry,"She has been gushing all over me since the moment I got to their apartment."I'm fine, Jane,""Those werewolves will forever remain backstabbers," Jared cut in, "Once they see something stronger than them, they attack and try to get rid of it. It's nauseating," I had no idea if my strength was the case here. But I really hope it isn't. Ever since I was a child, I have been different. Had superior strength, speed and senses.Would they really feel threatened because of my abilities? Well I never considered that option.I gave Jared a half smile, grateful that at least, I had people who were supporting me, concerned and looking out for me.It felt really beautiful. And strange how I felt quickly at home here."She is one of them too," Sarah said walking into the sitting room with a frown. Of course she had to ruin the warmth, "Once a werewolf Always one. When you aren't lo