Page 78 of Wolf Awakened

My tears dropped onto the carved masterpiece, and I finally calmed down as I moved my hand to the side and dropped the weapon to the floor. My breathing began to calm then, the heavy exhales slowing while my wild eyes began to stop their frantic searching for the enemy.

The clean space around me was mine, and the man beneath me just endured my mental breakdown without a hiss of pain.

When I finally gave him my attention, I was unable to stop my tears as they continued to flow freely. Onyx sat up then, his arms wrapping around me as he allowed his comforting warmth to seep into my flesh.

"Sweet Sugar." That nickname he'd given to just me was whispered into my ear before he kissed me lightly on the neck. "They can try and copy that luscious body, those pink fiber threads, and that feisty attitude, but that ain't close to what I desire. I'll lick those alluring imperfections, devour that crazy personality, and suck every sweet bit of you - male or female - before they realize how sacred you are."

I can't keep denying how much I care for this man. How much I wish to be his. For my wolf to emerge from the shadows of whatever barrier that keeps her hidden and be his saving grace as he is to me.

Only he had ever seen this fucked-up side of me. The one that jumped to conclusions and panicked at the littlest things. The woman he'd watched endure the shittiest things a human could endure. He was the one to reach out from the cell to attempt to hold me as we begged for death to come.

None of those copycats knew our story. No one would understand how we survived what no one else had. Roberto was merely the start of the horror.

None of them know the true enemy that lingers in silence and awaits the right moment to reveal the truth of it all.

I'd have to grow stronger. To fight harder. To make more connections and get enough allies on my side for when the day finally arrived. I wasn't just my father's prodigy who he wished was a male.

Far from it.

I was his savior that he'd beg to aid him when the time was right, but until then, I had to awaken the truth in myself. To awaken the being I wished to be on the surface and find those like Onyx, Viktor, and Aurelia, who didn't fear the psychotic bitch I was.

I felt his hardness against me and noticed how turned on he was. The way he looked at me told me he wanted to comfort me in the only way we knew how. A way that tugged down all our walls and took us on that passionate rollercoaster we were addicted to riding again and again.

I lifted my hips just slightly, enough to reach for his cock in his boxers, and I slowly lowered myself onto his thickness until he was deep inside me.

Our eyes didn't leave one another, our focus on the sweltering heat thrumming between us. Unexpectedly, he moved up until our lips pressed firmly against one another.

His sign that he cares. He's here for me. He'll never allow me to fall.

Those large, coarse hands that I was sure brutally killed more than one person tonight in my honor gripped my bare hips while his sweet voice dropped to a growl.

"Saddle up, my Sweet Willow. We're going on a ravishing ride."

All I can do is hold on, for I know this ride will be exactly what I need to get through tonight.

Give Me All The Details And Kidnapped After Six

~WILLOW~

"They already covered their tracks, huh?"I spoke before chugging at least half of my water bottle. Beads of sweat continued to drip down my body as I hopped in place to keep my body hot and tension free.

My neon pink sports bra was as drenched as my boxer shorts, while the few side strands I left out earlier now clung to my sweaty face. My eyes were still on the hanging bag in the middle of the private ring, as the common habit of not moving your eyes off your opponent had been engraved into my being.

Viktor was watching me carefully as he stood there in black joggers and a tank top. He was watching my moves while we talked about stupid business, seeing as it had to bring itself up during the after hours of the long-ass day.

It had been a crazy two weeks of lost deals and money, and now Papa Dearest wasn't having any more of this shit. I didn’t know what he was planning, but it had gotten me out of work early and I now had the rest of the week off.

A fucking blessing.

What better way to celebrate than by training while my sexy guard watched?

And taunts me with those fine biceps of his.

"Looks like it," Viktor answered as I took one more swig of the ice water and placed it back in my corner before moving back to start my round of drills. "There's more than one pack involved."

"Figured," I commented as I went right into punching the bag with intense force. Punch, punch, sidestep kick. I moved swiftly as though this were my enemy and it was my life on the line.

"How many involved?" I breathed as I continued my sequence and multitasked by listening to his response as he replied, "Onyx believes there are three packs."

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