Duke grabbed hold of my ass, pulling me tight against him, letting me know exactly what effect I had on him and that this time, unlike all those years ago, he wasn’t going to hold back. As he began to walk backwards, I wrapped my arms around his neck, caught up in the moment, unable to make sense of what was happening. All I knew was that I didn't want this to stop. After all this time, I needed more. So much more
"What are you waiting for?" I whispered against his lips, running my tongue along them and placing kisses along his jaw, loving the way his stubble felt so rough under my mouth.
He backed me up some more until I felt the cool wall against my back. "You should know better than to play with the big, bad wolf, Grace" he teased, his hands slipping under my top, softly stroking against my stomach as they made their way further up my body.
My head dropped back, thrusting my chest forward in delight, desperate to feel his hands on me
"You don't s
I sensed the change in Grace the minute I saw her enter the kitchen. Gone was the playful look in her eye that had been so full of lust and wonder at what we had just done and what remained was so cold and full of ice that it was almost like a slap in the face. She had shut down on me, closed the shutters so that I couldn't enter any further.I don't know why, but it pissed me off. I had thought we had been making progress, I had felt the way her wolf had been reaching out to mine the entire time and yet she had slammed the door shut for any further progress.A feeling of shame and guilt washed over me as soon as I thought that. I was being unfair. I had also felt the way she had reacted to me. The sheer amazement and innocence that revealed far more than any of her words could have done. It didn't take a genius to work out that she hadn't been touched like that before. I didn't know whether or not she was a virgin or just had a string of bad lovers but something told
Alone in this house, I had the chance to reflect. I had been a prized bitch to Duke. He hadn’t deserved what I had screamed at him and I hadn’t done myself any favours.I looked at the sofa and saw the telltale signs that it had been used as a bed - the way the cushions had been propped up against the arm, the dint in the middle from the body that was too large to comfortably fit on there. It seemed Duke wasn’t able to face the upstairs bedrooms where so much had happened either.It left me with no choice. I couldn’t stay in my room, not after what came to mind earlier so it left me with one other choice. I would stay in the guest room where it had all began, where the memories were happier, if not just as painful.As soon as I climbed into the soft bed, the memories washed over me, as I knew they would. This time I welcomed them, my own personal punishment. A reminder to myself of why this would never have worked.****************
There she was, curled up in a tiny ball of golden fluff, sleeping without a care in the world. My hand reached out to touch her but stopped short, hovering over her shiny fur.She was magnificent. I knew Grace had struggled growing up not knowing her wolf, feeling rejected but just this small look at her told me she was worth the wait.The power radiated off her, emitting a warning of death and destruction to all those who crossed her.She whinnied softly in her sleep and I placed my hand under her snout, letting her catch on to my scent to assure her I was still around and watched with amazement as she settled back to sleep immediately.She was a wolf that would do any Alpha proud. She may be small but she was solid muscle. Just like Grace had become. Why was she so determined to hide her from me? Was she scared of my rejection? Or worse, did her wolf now hate me? Had I ruined our chances of bonding?Her wolf had only appeared once mine was around
Grace,” Stephen murmured. If I had thought his tone was cold, it was nothing compared to the shimmering veins of ice in his eyes, rooting me to the spot as my childhood nerves came flooding backI should have known he would still be here. It wasn't uncommon for ALphas to step down from their role, allowing their sons to ascend earlier than planned in order to keep the strongest wolves at the top - this would serve as a warning to other packs. We were lead by the strongest, but if by some stretch of the imagination Duke was to be defeated, Stephen was still here, ready to take his place if Duke did not have sons old enough. In the meantime, Stephen would act as a rule enforcer, making sure the pack lived in relative peaceHa. As if Stephen had ever wanted peace. He wanted to rule with an iron fist. I felt my anger resurface once again and so I straightened my spine with pride. I was better than him, he would not get the satisfaction of seeing me crumble&ld
"Where did you learn to dance like that?" he breathed, his voice coming across thick with lust. I swallowed hard, my eyes stuck in a rhythm of drifting down to the huge bulge in his trousers and back to his face with evident nerves. This is what I had been aiming for, wasn't it? I had wanted to toy with the alpha.I just had no idea he would be so... so... I don't even know. I was overwhelmed, seeing the evidence of his arousal, the open, wild want in his eyes as he pinned me to the spot with his piercing gaze. I swallowed again, my tongue darting out to wet my lips that had suddenly grown dry. Duke followed my actions causing a dart of desire to hit me, my pussy clenching as the first waves of passion began to take over me."Grace?" he repeated, standing in front of me now, reaching out to grab a lock of my hair, twisting it around his fingers."I... the other warriors..." I paused again, once more wetting my lips. I couldn't believe that was my voice, it sound
How did Duke manage to do this to me? Despite my resolve not to ever visit my father during my stay here, I soon found myself freshly showered, in clean clothes and stood outside my dad's room.I took a deep breath to steady my breathing, feeling the lightheadedness and sweaty palms that indicated the beginning of a panic and attack and turned my frantic eyes in Duke's direction"I don't know if I can do this - I know we promised not to talk about it, I know, but I can't walk in there, not after everything that happened!" My arms were flailing wildly as I spoke, my words coming out in a jumbled mess.Duke grabbed my hands and placed them on his chest, allowing me to feel his strong, steady heartbeat beneath his clothes. "Breath, Grace. I'm right here. I promise you, I'm not going anywhere. We'll do this together."I closed my eyes and took a moment, timing my breathing based on his, following the rise and fall of his chest. My head was ready to explode, m
The call with Khaos lasted all of 30 seconds. Even in that brief moment, I could tell something had happened. He sounded monotone and dead inside - something I would expect with a background such as his, but he had always remained upbeat with me. All he would tell me was that he needed somewhere to stay for a while to clear his head. Of course, I said yes. He hung up soon after.I wasn't in the mood for talking either, but Khaos had been a perfect excuse. Now I was left with an endless amount of time on my hands as Grace said goodbye to her father. As much as I had wanted to stay with her, I knew she needed her privacy at this moment.My mind was reeling. I had been conditioned to believe that Grace had tried to seduce her father. I hadn't believed it at the time but when more and more evidence came to light, as well as Grace's silence, it was difficult to remain true to her. Now though, now I was seeing things in a whole different wayWhy would she hold such re
I woke up dazed and confused, not knowing where I was or what had happened. My dreams had been plagued with visions of demons and monsters, ready to capture me and punish me for my crimes - subconsciously I knew this was a warning from the Moon Goddess.It was only the steady pressure on my hip that brought me back into the present as I blinked, trying to take in my surroundings, eventually focusing on the soft, perfect face of DukeHe was leaning on his elbow, his hand propping his head up at the temples, his other hand wrapped around my hip, keeping me close to him. There was a look of concern on his face and a gentleness in his eyes.It was true then. My father was dead. I wondered how much he knew at this point. Did he know I was responsible? Much of the night felt like a blur to me although I could vaguely recall Duke caring for me, treating me so gentle as though I was made of glass and the slightest knock would shatter me foreverHe didn't know the