“What did you mean by ‘lady’? Is it just another word for whore? Couldn’t you have at least informed me that I’d now be a member of your pack instead of parading me like a trophy in front of all those Lycans?” The questions poured out of my mouth, all my thoughts coming to the surface.
Finally pausing, I could feel my chest heaving heavily, my breath equally labored as I stared into his blue eyes, which held a clueless expression. That only infuriated me more. When he wasn’t smirking, he was acting dumb and innocent. Rolling my eyes, I let out a scoff, feeling my anger boil over, and I couldn’t contain it.
“Oh, please, would you just cut the act? Those innocent, mocking looks aren’t exactly believable!” I yelled, my voice shrill and piercing. “I need you to explain yourself!”
“There’s nothing amusi-” I was barely done with my tirade when I felt him lean against me, his arms pulling my waist toward him. He pulled me close, his firm lips crashing into mine, silencing me with a gentle kiss.
“I wanted to do this earlier,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. My breath was now heavy, my skin tingling with anticipation as I stared at him, wide-eyed.
Leaning closer so our bodies were almost merged together, he held my waist tighter, his lips claiming mine again with fierce intensity. His tongue slid into my mouth, exploring every corner while it tangled with mine. I moaned as his taste overwhelmed my senses, my hands reaching for his neck, clutching his hair, gently tugging as our kiss deepened. A soft, throaty moan escaped his lips.
Shutting my eyes, I allowed myself to get lost in his arms, the sensation of his kiss enveloping me. I could feel his tongue trace my bottom lip before he bit it gently, and a barely audible moan escaped my lips.
I melted into the warmth of his body, my anger and frustration fading with each passing moment of growing passion. His kiss was like alcohol, making me senseless, and I couldn’t help but surrender to its fury. For a moment, we broke apart for air. Gazing up at him, my eyes searched his blue ones for answers. But all I saw was the burning desire in his gaze, as they shone and darkened at the same time. I knew there was no going back. This wasn’t like the first time. My body was on fire, like a spreading wildfire, and I couldn’t get enough. The way he made me feel was like nothing I’d ever experienced. It was pure bliss… divine. Heavens, I wanted more.
My hands wrapped around his neck, my palm gently pulling him closer, my left hand caressing his back, enjoying the feel of his muscles flexing beneath his shirt. He tasted so divine, so alluring. The sensation coursed through me like a searing fire.
His hands moved to my sides, just beside my breasts, the burning heat of his touch teasing my nipples until they hardened, and my breasts felt heavy and swollen beneath my bra.
A contraction pulsed between my legs as my toes curled, a warm heat spreading through my lower body, igniting a quivering ache. Squirming beneath him, I lowered my lips to his ear, nibbling at the lobe. Not to be left behind, I felt his nose graze my neck, his teeth biting me gently before he let out a deep sigh. His lips parted slightly, and the heat of his breath sent a loud, encouraging moan from my throat.
My eyes fluttered open, mesmerized by the way he consumed my lips. Soft moans escaped me as I dragged his shoulders toward the bed. He followed me eagerly, his hands groping my butt before he lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist.
We tumbled onto my bed, his weight crashing onto me, and he claimed my lips again, this time like someone who had been deprived of food. I devoured him, my hunger insatiable.
His fingers wandered purposefully beneath my shirt, trailing along my cleavage. As if he couldn’t wait, his large palms moved quickly to my back, unfastening my bra and tugging at it roughly.
Pulling my shirt up, I heard him let out a growl before he kissed each breast, his tongue rolling around each nipple before he bit into them. His hands grabbed a fistful of my breast, squeezing it hard, and a loud moan escaped my lips as I arched my back. My movement seemed to encourage him. His lips clamped down firmly on them, and he bit harder while his hands trailed my bare back, squeezing and pulling me closer.
My hands moved away from the bed, and I dug into his shoulder. His lips returned to mine, and his kiss became more aggressive, his tongue pushing deeper into my mouth as I lay flat on the bed.
“More,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Pinning my hands with a single one, he licked my collarbone before returning his lips to mine, moving fiercely against mine. His tongue tangled with mine. I felt myself getting lost in the sensation, my body arching beneath him.
“Oh, please,” I begged, my hands grasping at his shirt, pulling it off his shoulders. I wanted to see his beautiful body.
He broke away, his eyes burning with desire, and yanked off his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest. I gasped, my hands reaching out to touch him, to feel his warmth beneath my fingertips. Returning my gesture, his hands reached for my button, dragging off my shorts.
His eyes seemed to drink in my body. For a moment, he only stared, his pupils dilating before he licked his lips, his gaze darkening with passion as his erection pressed against his trousers.
“Jasmine,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “I want you so much.” He didn’t need to say anything else. I could see it in his eyes. His words seemed to be the final piece of the puzzle, and I felt a contraction between my legs. I knew he was already hard; all I had to do was take it a step further.
“I want more…” I breathed, my voice low and demanding as I parted my legs to let his lower body press firmly against my core. I arched into the pressure, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over me.
But then, I saw it. His eyes changed, shifting from turquoise to a deep, burning red. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before, and it sent a shiver down my spine. Suddenly, he sprang away from me, his body tense and rigid. I was left lying there, confused and surprised.
Stepping into the long hallway, I was determined to make my way outside for a gust of fresh air, desperate to escape the thoughts swirling in my head. Ryder’s kiss still lingered on my lips, and my hands subconsciously traced the spots where his hands had traveled. In urgent need of a distraction, I’d come outside-something I’d never done until now.
As I walked away from the pack house, I couldn’t help but be in awe of my surroundings. Miniature hedges lined the pathways, and the air was filled with the rich fragrance of flowers. Even the sky here looked bluer. The grandeur of the castle-like structure, surrounded by such beauty, took my breath away. Towering stone walls stretched up towards the sky, making me feel small and insignificant.
“Who would live in a place like this?” I wondered aloud, my voice barely above a whisper as I walked along the stone pathways. The aesthetic reminded me of the Victorian era-stones, wood, and dramatic structures. “Just like the owner,” I thought with a frown.
I had never seen a pack house so grand, so majestic. Others I’d seen were usually stately homes. It was a testament to the power and wealth of the Lycans, and it did well to represent their image. I couldn’t help but compare it to the werewolf packs I had encountered before. They were always so much smaller, more intimate.
“My lady.” The term rang in my ears again. Did it mean mate? This was another area where Lycans and werewolves differed. Werewolves believed in soulmates, in the mate bond that tied two people together for life. Lycans, on the other hand, chose their own partners, committing to them without the need for a mystical bond. But then, what about Isabel? Besides, it wasn’t like I was the first or going to be the last.
I had limited knowledge about Lycans, but one thing was sure-Lycans would go through anything for the one they chose. Their commitment was unwavering, unshakable. My thoughts drifted back to Ryder, and I bit my lip.
Scolding myself for not wearing a proper coat, I rubbed my hands against my arms as I shivered. The cold wind whipped through the garden as leaves thrashed against each other, my breath forming round puffs in the crisp morning air. The sun was up, but the proximity to the mountains made the wind still chilly. It felt like autumn, but it was only spring, and I could only imagine what winter would feel like.
After nearly thirty minutes of walking aimlessly, lost in thought, I paused in my tracks and looked around.
“Shit!” I hissed under my breath. I couldn’t even remember where I’d come from, realizing I had wandered too far. The hedges all looked alike, and I felt frustrated trying to retrace my steps.
Tapping my feet impatiently, my lower lip jutted out as I folded my arms across my chest. Being outside in the cold air without proper covering wasn’t exactly amusing.
Restless and giddy, I decided to turn a corner. It looked familiar (but then, all corners did). I met a blonde woman walking towards me. She was dressed in a thick woolen sweater that covered a good half of her upper body, thick black jeans, and her jet-black hair fell over her shoulders. Squinting my eyes, I tried to see her face better, but my terrible vision didn’t permit it.
As she stepped closer, I saw her features clearly: aquamarine green eyes that turned down at the corners, making her eyes beguiling. Her face bore sharp features like a model’s but held a reserved expression. Quickening my pace, I hurried towards her.
“Excuse me,” I smiled brightly, trying to come off as friendly. “Can you tell me where the pack room is? Or maybe where I can find Seraphina?”
The lady looked at me, her expression unreadable as her sleepy eyes swept over me from head to toe slowly. Biting my lip, I thought-perhaps I hadn’t been friendly enough.
“I’m Jasmine. I’m sorry, I’m still finding my way around,” I chuckled nervously. Her countenance didn’t budge, and I wanted to roll my eyes. I wasn’t asking for too much, after all.
“I know who you are,” she said. “You’re Jasmine, the Alpha’s lady.” Her tone was neutral, but I felt a flicker at the term “lady.” I still didn’t know what it meant.
Sighing inwardly, I hadn’t realized the news would spread so fast.
“I’m sorry,” I said again. “I’m still getting used to all this.” I shrugged.
The lady’s expression softened slightly, and she introduced herself. “I’m Isabelle,” she said proudly.
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