THE AWAKENING

“I’ve only seen part of the file,” he admitted. “They died shortly after you were born and given to the adoption agency. The records were mysteriously destroyed, which made finding the infant impossible.” He looked uncomfortable. “You have to realize, any offspring from their union would’ve been dangerous. They’d known the risk and chose their path anyway.”

Someone had killed her parents? She shuddered, saddened for two people she’d never known but had passed on this deadly legacy. “It’s not right that their only crime was falling in love.”

“Life is cruel,” he said simply. “Blame the gods for drafting such a prophecy to rule our lives.”

Prophecy. Everything felt surreal, as if it were happening to someone else and she was watching from the sideline. It seemed almost tragically comical that mere days ago she’d been stressed about something as inconsequential as her mid-terms.

Now, she had to carry the burden of some loathsome prophecy that made her the grand prize in a supernatural war. She squeezed her eyes shut, fervently wishing she were trapped in a nightmare and if she focused intently, she’d force herself awake.

Except, this nightmare was real. A small, hiccup of fear rattled her spine. The sound of moisture dripping pricked at her nerves. Everything seemed magnified.

Suddenly, she became aware of a prickling heat dancing along her skin and she wiped away the beads of sweat that gathered at her hairline.

Sweat dripped along her ribcage as her internal temperature began to steadily rise. Oh no, she thought with rising panic. Not now!

She looked up at Cristophe and he started when her eyes dilated and everything became hazed in red in her vision. “Cristophe…” she gasped, bending over as a fresh stab of arousal spiraled through her.

“You are phasing again, too soon,” he muttered, catching her as she fell to the ground. “You’re on fire, damn it. You’re not supposed to phase so quickly! You should’ve had at least a few days to recover.”

“Don’t let me die,” she pleaded, gripping his shirt. “Please! I never asked for any of this.”

The arousal turned to pain as her channel slicked with moist heat, needing to be filled. The emptiness of her core created waves of pain and need that caused her to cry out with agony. “Oh God! I can’t handle this! Please help me, Cristophe!”

thin material covering her. Even the slightest touch of the fabric was an irritant

herself against Cristophe, mindless that he was her enemy and captor. She needed to feel skin on skin or face

were reddened and throbbing, while her breasts

stretched from the swelling and her pussy quivered as juices

back in the dirt. “I can’t seem to help myself,” he admitted, shocked at his own actions as he fumbled with his belt

hot hands around his long, curved length. He was so different

slipped his cock into her mouth, sucking eagerly and wantonly on his straining erection, as his balls slapped against

fingers threaded through her tresses and held her mouth in place as he fucked her wet and willing mouth. She felt drugged, beyond control. She needed

the sensations racing through her body, making mincemeat of rational thought. Cristophe pushed her away before he could cum in her mouth and she fell back only to sink onto her hands and knees, her ass lifted

her, rough and hard, just the way she liked it. Just like her wolves. He gripped her hips for

inside her, making her squirt and

air between them. He grunted as he buried his cock deep inside her, touching her womb with the bulbous

as he could, punctuating each thrust with nasty talk befitting a sailor but she reveled

back for a deeper penetration and she cried out as he yanked a handful of her hair. The sudden dominance spoke to something deep inside her and she shuddered as she released more cream in her channel, losing herself in the shameless fucking.

demanded in

her eyes shut as pleasure rocked her, his balls slapping hard against her ass cheeks until she suddenly stiffened and she

internal muscles to the point of delicious pain and Cristophe uttered a throaty groan as he poured his fluid into her, soaking her

first splash of seed deposited into her body. Blessed relief

and staggered away from her as if she was poison but she was too relieved to care. The pulsing agony had receded, replaced with the soft echo of pleasure.

again, she struggled to her feet and then walked to the pool. She sank into the pool, grateful for the heated depths to wash away

from three different men in as many