The Temptation of Sin And The Lycan Princess

Chapter 2

2. A Prince

SKYLA.

Those few seconds feel like forever, until I see the three dots that signal that he’s typing.

Reign707: Wow… I may have a PhD in English, but I’m pretty lost for words right now… The tattoo is far sexier than the draft you sent me last month. Secondly, maybe I’m crossing the line, but you’re even hotter naked, and I didn’t think that was possible.

My stomach flutters and I smirk and text my reply.

LuciferessX: Thanks XD. Soo, do I get a picture in return?

It’s kind of hot in here, and even when I slip between the sheets of my freshly made bed, I still can’t shake that feeling away.

Reign707: I guess it’s only fair, but I’m pre-warning you, I have just consumed a 20” pizza.

LuciferessX: Don’t worry, I’ll keep that in mind when I admire your food baby.

Reign707: Lol

A picture loads and I find myself staring at the most drool-worthy eight-pack I’ve ever seen. Oh damn, he’s sizzling… he’s tanned, and every groove of his chiselled body is perfect… I can see the band of what appears to be some black boxers, and from what I can see, he’s sitting in a black leather chair. One hand had his white tee pulled up, showing that he just took a quick snap right now.

Oh fuck…

Reign707: Lost for words?

And feeling a little bothered?

LuciferessX: Damn, you are totally lickable. Do you taste as good as you look?

I bite my lip, knowing we were crossing into uncharted waters… I’m not sure where we stand. This wouldn’t push him away, will it?

Reign707: I don’t know, want to test me out?

LuciferessX: Don’t tempt the devil with sin.

Reign707: Isn’t it the devil who makes others sin?

to deny… so tell me, how are you

that. I mean, I just killed

Not bad at all. I have someone who keeps me occupied. Plus, a pretty gorgeous picture that’s kind of

running my fingers through my short black hair. I had it cut just last week. I love long hair, but

you ever want to talk about it, you know I’m

follow-up. I may have crossed the line, but I’m pretty upfront. I’m thinking what to reply when he’s typing again, and I look at

it’s high time we meet. I want to know

be taken two ways… We text until one of us falls asleep… usually me… or

making Malevolent stir from where she’s sleeping comfortably

Meet…

that’s worried it will just mark the end for us. If I lose control, if I can’t control my Lycan, I might end up hurting him. That’s

are you afraid? We’ll meet somewhere crowded. You said you moved south. Let’s meet

I might…

where exactly I am, after all, he doesn’t know

make sure nothing leads back to who I am. What shall I do? He never

Sure. Let’s meet tomorrow

It’s rather late, you should get some

how will I

recognise you.

Mmm, now that sounds

Reign707: I agree. Goodnight.

end our conversation and I lay there staring at the ceiling. I’m excited, and a little nervous, but most of all, there’s this fire inside of

my hand inside and pull out a vial of deep purple liquid. The moon shines through the

send my nudes or whatever, but Kataleya is the opposite of me, where I’m dark, dangerous and don’t give a fuck. Kataleya is light, pure, and she’s sensitive. I had lost my shit and my Lycan had taken control… and I almost killed

power that a Lycan holds is intense. It’s why I don’t commit to a relationship either, sooner or later they show that fear… fear of me. I need a partner who

daughter. I will learn to control

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following morning, I left the house before the sun had even risen. I know one would think you shouldn’t venture out into the woods, but I honestly don’t think you’ll find anything more dangerous than

through the trees. I’m tempted to shift, but I can’t risk it, especially during the day. I just get back to the house when I stop in my tracks, catching a rich, intoxicating scent. It smells of fresh air, roses and something I can’t

memory of my family around the barbeque, the smell of fresh flowers and freshly cut grass

The scent of summer.

a white shirt standing in front of the

I snarl, my eyes blazing, and I’m in front

Did he hurt her?

tangled in the thorny bushes.” He says in his deep, husky voice, making me freeze. My