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Authors: Sydney Addae
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“Laugh. I want to take that sound with me. I love hearing you laugh, it fills me with light. Laugh for me.”
Touched, she smiled as her heart expanded with love for this complicated man. She racked her mind for something humorous. Earlier in the nursery Adam had tossed his ball to Renee interrupting her drawing. He ran, laughing and looking over his shoulder, when she threw it back and hit him in the back, making him fall. It had been funny. She and her mom had laughed then, just as she laughed now.
The more she remembered Adam running on his chubby legs and Renee’s tongue hanging out as she took her time to aim, the harder she laughed. When she could talk she shared the incident with Silas through their link. He chuckled as he leaned back in the chair with his hands crossed over his stomach.
“I love you,” he said when their laughter died down.
Her breath caught at the vibrancy of his blue-green colored eyes. Pleased he was calm and that she’d done that for him, she pursed her lips and sent a kiss through their link. “Love you too,” she whispered.
“You’re the light of my day. I cannot imagine life without you, Jasmine.”
She gasped at the caress accompanying her name. He rarely used her given name and she treasured his declaration all the more because he did. “I love you so much, Silas. I cannot imagine spending my days without you either.” She shook her head. “Life before you…I was existing. Now I feel as if I am alive for the first time.” She met his intense gaze. “Does that make sense?” She had met him when she was thirty six with two adult sons. For most, that’s the time to wind down and learn all those hobbies that had been put aside in lieu of sports and recreation for your kids. But for her, she had found love.
“It makes all the sense in the world to me. I have waited three hundred years for you, Sweetness and I will never let you go. I am yours until the Goddess removes us from this plane and ushers us to the next. You have my word on that.”
Damn, the man made her toes curl and her pussy weep when he talked commitment to her like that. Most women wanted a man who openly declared to the world that she was the only woman he wanted in his life. “I don’t want you to let me go and I don’t want to leave. You know that baby.” She licked her lips and sent him a kiss loving the sultry look in his eyes. If he were in the room right now she would have him on his back riding him like a cowgirl. The vision made her cream her thong.
“I would like more pups.”
Her head snapped up. Her lusty vision disappeared like smoke. “What? Pups?” What the hell? He couldn’t have said what she thought he said.
He nodded, looking relaxed as if he hadn’t known she was thinking about riding his dick. “I’ve been thinking about it. We’ve got six; why not make it an even dozen?”
She gasped at his inclusion of her older sons. That was low to include them with his outrageous request, but it made her heart melt a tiny bit. Thankfully her mind was unaffected. With a slight narrowing of her eyes, she met his gaze while thinking of an appropriate reply. “Only if…” She placed her forefinger on her puckered lips.
He leaned forward eagerly. “If what?”
“You carry them. I’m not having any more kids. Six is a good number. One day I’ll have grandbabies to spoil and that’s good enough for me. That’s how it’s done, Silas. We need to be available for our kids as they grow older.” The idea of going through another pregnancy killed her mood and she pushed away from the desk, ready to sign off for the night.
He raised his hands in a placating gesture. “Okay, I can see this is not a good time for this discussion. Maybe later when I return. Everything settled for the night?”
She crossed her arms over her chest glaring at him. “Yes.”
He stared at her for a few moments and then released a long sigh. “I should not have asked that question, not now. I apologize. Don’t be angry. I am leaving in a few hours and I do not want there to be problems between us.”
She eyed him and then released her arms. The man was a manipulative rascal. “You did that on purpose.”
“What?” he laughed, half covering his mouth with his hand. “I… well I thought that was the best time to put it out there.”
Yep, he was her rascal and there was one way to deal with him. “There will be no discussion later. I’ve given you my answer. I love you Silas Knight but at times you’re an ass. I’m tired. Do we have a monitor in our room?” She stood and turned away from him.
“Not yet. But I like the idea of being able to watch you sleep. I’ll take care of that when I …what?”
“Hmmm?” she looked over her shoulder as her pants followed her blouse to the floor. Clad in her see through bra and thong, she turned to face him. “What, what?” she said in the same tone he had used when he asked for more children.
His eyes blazed emerald green as he shifted in his chair. The sound of his zipper being yanked down filtered through the monitor. “Sweet Bitch, you’re killing me,” he growled low.
“Really? I thought I was giving you something to take with you, but if this is hurting you, I’ll stop.” Turning, she bent, giving him an eyeful of her ass while she picked up her clothes.
“No.” His shout had taken on a gravelly quality. “This is what I need. No clothes, Jasmine. Take everything off… please.”
Now that she started this game she wasn’t sure how to proceed. She had only meant to teach him a lesson but the feral gleam in his eyes told a different tale. Her lover was turned on and his wolf as well. Going on instinct, she pulled off her bra slowly and then peeled her panties down her legs.
“Damn bitch, you are so fucking beautiful.” The awe in his voice set off sparks in her.
She looked at her body and saw the few extra pounds from her last pregnancy. Her breasts were larger than she’d like, and in her mind her hips were too big. But when he looked at her, like a man starved and she was the meal he craved, she felt sexy, gorgeous.
“Dance for me.”
In the next moment soft music played in the background from his room. She closed her eyes to pick up the beat and moved her hips in time with the rhythm. A few seconds later she opened her eyes and gasped at the ferocity of his gaze. Blatant hunger was stamped across his face. His need flowed fast and hard through their link. She rolled her hips and lifted her breasts toward him in time with the music.
His harsh breathing spurred her on. She mimicked sexy moves she’d done in bed with him loving the sounds of his growls and panting.
“I’m so hard… I need you,” he panted.
Feeling his need through their link she was conflicted and glanced at him. They had a rule; neither was allowed to come without the other. She wasn’t as turned on as him but maybe she could do something, although she had no idea what. He had thrown away all of her vibrators and sex toys. “Do you want to … make yourself come?”
He shook his head. “No. Not without you. This is the sweetest torture and I brought it on myself. Should have remembered women do not fight fair and there is no way to win against your weapons.”
He raked his hand through his hair and yanked hard. His eyes were a brilliant emerald as he took in gulps of air. Fascinated, she watched him struggle to bring his body down. After several deep breaths he closed his eyes for a few as if seeing her hurt.
She slipped on her pants and top and stuffed her thong and bra in her pocket. Dinner was going to be a little late, she needed to change.
A long raggedy sigh whistled through his lips. He opened his eyes and they were a dark green. She exhaled, feeling better seeing him in control.
“I have to take a shower to calm down.” He stood and it was her turn to burn at the sight of his naked glory. The veins on his hard penis pulsed. She wet her lips at the sight of his wasted pre-cum. A heavy throb settled between her legs as she hungrily watched him walk off. She almost missed his last words.
“Good night, Sweet Bitch, you don’t fight fair.”
The rest of the group stood on the perimeter of the woods waiting. Asia gazed around the area. Tendrils of apprehension raced down her spine. They were not alone out here. Tilting her head slightly, she inhaled and caught an old, yet familiar scent.
“We are not alone.”
“I know.”
She nodded and tried to relax. If she had not told him he may have become suspicious, maybe even accused her of ulterior motives. Blanking her mind and emotions had been the most valuable lesson she had learned through the years. La Patron must never know of her deep rooted rage and hatred of those who turned her into a mutilated animal. Or her anger at him. They all lied to her. Wanted to use her. La Patron dangled freedom in front of her like a carrot and then sent his mate who snatched it away when she branded Asia that last time in the lab. She rubbed her right forearm where Mistress Jasmine’s fingerprints formed a tattoo, linking them together.
“Do you know him? Can you call him closer? I would like to meet him.”
“He is Mikko. A highly trained assassin. His kill count is almost as high as mine, for him to be here is troubling. He may not come if I call, we are not friends.”
“But they offered him up, nice bunch. Step forward.”
She moved forward along with the others. A cool swish of air touched her back and then a blast of blue fire streaked backward from the invisible circle she was now enclosed in. The trees and grass remained intact. Human screams of agony filled the air confirming her suspicions that a new tool had been created in her absence. The pain-filled sounds chilled her soul. She thanked the Goddess she had chosen to speak up.
Another round of fire spread further back and more screams were heard. She swallowed hard reworking her plan for escape. This small show of his power proved La Patron was not one to play with. Maybe she should wait until after the mission. Things would be more relaxed. She eyed La Patron again as he raised his hands.
Touched, she smiled as her heart expanded with love for this complicated man. She racked her mind for something humorous. Earlier in the nursery Adam had tossed his ball to Renee interrupting her drawing. He ran, laughing and looking over his shoulder, when she threw it back and hit him in the back, making him fall. It had been funny. She and her mom had laughed then, just as she laughed now.
The more she remembered Adam running on his chubby legs and Renee’s tongue hanging out as she took her time to aim, the harder she laughed. When she could talk she shared the incident with Silas through their link. He chuckled as he leaned back in the chair with his hands crossed over his stomach.
“I love you,” he said when their laughter died down.
Her breath caught at the vibrancy of his blue-green colored eyes. Pleased he was calm and that she’d done that for him, she pursed her lips and sent a kiss through their link. “Love you too,” she whispered.
“You’re the light of my day. I cannot imagine life without you, Jasmine.”
She gasped at the caress accompanying her name. He rarely used her given name and she treasured his declaration all the more because he did. “I love you so much, Silas. I cannot imagine spending my days without you either.” She shook her head. “Life before you…I was existing. Now I feel as if I am alive for the first time.” She met his intense gaze. “Does that make sense?” She had met him when she was thirty six with two adult sons. For most, that’s the time to wind down and learn all those hobbies that had been put aside in lieu of sports and recreation for your kids. But for her, she had found love.
“It makes all the sense in the world to me. I have waited three hundred years for you, Sweetness and I will never let you go. I am yours until the Goddess removes us from this plane and ushers us to the next. You have my word on that.”
Damn, the man made her toes curl and her pussy weep when he talked commitment to her like that. Most women wanted a man who openly declared to the world that she was the only woman he wanted in his life. “I don’t want you to let me go and I don’t want to leave. You know that baby.” She licked her lips and sent him a kiss loving the sultry look in his eyes. If he were in the room right now she would have him on his back riding him like a cowgirl. The vision made her cream her thong.
“I would like more pups.”
Her head snapped up. Her lusty vision disappeared like smoke. “What? Pups?” What the hell? He couldn’t have said what she thought he said.
He nodded, looking relaxed as if he hadn’t known she was thinking about riding his dick. “I’ve been thinking about it. We’ve got six; why not make it an even dozen?”
She gasped at his inclusion of her older sons. That was low to include them with his outrageous request, but it made her heart melt a tiny bit. Thankfully her mind was unaffected. With a slight narrowing of her eyes, she met his gaze while thinking of an appropriate reply. “Only if…” She placed her forefinger on her puckered lips.
He leaned forward eagerly. “If what?”
“You carry them. I’m not having any more kids. Six is a good number. One day I’ll have grandbabies to spoil and that’s good enough for me. That’s how it’s done, Silas. We need to be available for our kids as they grow older.” The idea of going through another pregnancy killed her mood and she pushed away from the desk, ready to sign off for the night.
He raised his hands in a placating gesture. “Okay, I can see this is not a good time for this discussion. Maybe later when I return. Everything settled for the night?”
She crossed her arms over her chest glaring at him. “Yes.”
He stared at her for a few moments and then released a long sigh. “I should not have asked that question, not now. I apologize. Don’t be angry. I am leaving in a few hours and I do not want there to be problems between us.”
She eyed him and then released her arms. The man was a manipulative rascal. “You did that on purpose.”
“What?” he laughed, half covering his mouth with his hand. “I… well I thought that was the best time to put it out there.”
Yep, he was her rascal and there was one way to deal with him. “There will be no discussion later. I’ve given you my answer. I love you Silas Knight but at times you’re an ass. I’m tired. Do we have a monitor in our room?” She stood and turned away from him.
“Not yet. But I like the idea of being able to watch you sleep. I’ll take care of that when I …what?”
“Hmmm?” she looked over her shoulder as her pants followed her blouse to the floor. Clad in her see through bra and thong, she turned to face him. “What, what?” she said in the same tone he had used when he asked for more children.
His eyes blazed emerald green as he shifted in his chair. The sound of his zipper being yanked down filtered through the monitor. “Sweet Bitch, you’re killing me,” he growled low.
“Really? I thought I was giving you something to take with you, but if this is hurting you, I’ll stop.” Turning, she bent, giving him an eyeful of her ass while she picked up her clothes.
“No.” His shout had taken on a gravelly quality. “This is what I need. No clothes, Jasmine. Take everything off… please.”
Now that she started this game she wasn’t sure how to proceed. She had only meant to teach him a lesson but the feral gleam in his eyes told a different tale. Her lover was turned on and his wolf as well. Going on instinct, she pulled off her bra slowly and then peeled her panties down her legs.
“Damn bitch, you are so fucking beautiful.” The awe in his voice set off sparks in her.
She looked at her body and saw the few extra pounds from her last pregnancy. Her breasts were larger than she’d like, and in her mind her hips were too big. But when he looked at her, like a man starved and she was the meal he craved, she felt sexy, gorgeous.
“Dance for me.”
In the next moment soft music played in the background from his room. She closed her eyes to pick up the beat and moved her hips in time with the rhythm. A few seconds later she opened her eyes and gasped at the ferocity of his gaze. Blatant hunger was stamped across his face. His need flowed fast and hard through their link. She rolled her hips and lifted her breasts toward him in time with the music.
His harsh breathing spurred her on. She mimicked sexy moves she’d done in bed with him loving the sounds of his growls and panting.
“I’m so hard… I need you,” he panted.
Feeling his need through their link she was conflicted and glanced at him. They had a rule; neither was allowed to come without the other. She wasn’t as turned on as him but maybe she could do something, although she had no idea what. He had thrown away all of her vibrators and sex toys. “Do you want to … make yourself come?”
He shook his head. “No. Not without you. This is the sweetest torture and I brought it on myself. Should have remembered women do not fight fair and there is no way to win against your weapons.”
He raked his hand through his hair and yanked hard. His eyes were a brilliant emerald as he took in gulps of air. Fascinated, she watched him struggle to bring his body down. After several deep breaths he closed his eyes for a few as if seeing her hurt.
She slipped on her pants and top and stuffed her thong and bra in her pocket. Dinner was going to be a little late, she needed to change.
A long raggedy sigh whistled through his lips. He opened his eyes and they were a dark green. She exhaled, feeling better seeing him in control.
“I have to take a shower to calm down.” He stood and it was her turn to burn at the sight of his naked glory. The veins on his hard penis pulsed. She wet her lips at the sight of his wasted pre-cum. A heavy throb settled between her legs as she hungrily watched him walk off. She almost missed his last words.
“Good night, Sweet Bitch, you don’t fight fair.”
Chapter 5
The rest of the group stood on the perimeter of the woods waiting. Asia gazed around the area. Tendrils of apprehension raced down her spine. They were not alone out here. Tilting her head slightly, she inhaled and caught an old, yet familiar scent.
Damn.
They sent Mikko. The two of them had been competitors in the field for years. Although he never said, she knew he resented her high ranking and would take her out in a second if he could. By sending Mikko, her former owners sought to even the playing field. Which meant there was something below they did not want to lose.
“Sir?”
she said through their link.
“We are not alone.”
“I know.”
She nodded and tried to relax. If she had not told him he may have become suspicious, maybe even accused her of ulterior motives. Blanking her mind and emotions had been the most valuable lesson she had learned through the years. La Patron must never know of her deep rooted rage and hatred of those who turned her into a mutilated animal. Or her anger at him. They all lied to her. Wanted to use her. La Patron dangled freedom in front of her like a carrot and then sent his mate who snatched it away when she branded Asia that last time in the lab. She rubbed her right forearm where Mistress Jasmine’s fingerprints formed a tattoo, linking them together.
“He is part wolf as you but his wolf is sick. He does not embrace that part of him
.”
“Do you know him? Can you call him closer? I would like to meet him.”
“He is Mikko. A highly trained assassin. His kill count is almost as high as mine, for him to be here is troubling. He may not come if I call, we are not friends.”
She heard La Patron’s sigh. “
So they sent the big guns for me. I should be flattered. Is he the only one here?”
“But they offered him up, nice bunch. Step forward.”
She moved forward along with the others. A cool swish of air touched her back and then a blast of blue fire streaked backward from the invisible circle she was now enclosed in. The trees and grass remained intact. Human screams of agony filled the air confirming her suspicions that a new tool had been created in her absence. The pain-filled sounds chilled her soul. She thanked the Goddess she had chosen to speak up.
Another round of fire spread further back and more screams were heard. She swallowed hard reworking her plan for escape. This small show of his power proved La Patron was not one to play with. Maybe she should wait until after the mission. Things would be more relaxed. She eyed La Patron again as he raised his hands.
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