The Temptation of Sin And The Lycan Princess

Chapter 24

A Dance

SKYLA.

Night has fallen, and I am getting dressed for dinner with Dad, Kat, and Royce. I don’t know why Dad invited him, but it makes me wonder if he ended up hearing us in the

office earlier. I hadn’t heard his footsteps; I had been far too distracted… plus his hearing is better than mine… but there’s a high chance he didn’t hear.

I sigh as I pull on a fresh pair of panties, my mind returning to our earlier training session. I had ended up hurting him again in the first half of the session.

Why do I always lose it?

He wants me to calm myself when I begin to get riled up… and today he hadn’t defended himself, in hopes I’d be able to stop myself, but I didn’t I couldn’t.

He had had to step back at the last moment, and if he hadn’t, I would have scarred that sexy body of his permanently.

Great…

I put on some earrings, unable to stop myself from thinking about the second half of our session. The guilt and panic had almost made me tell him my truth and my heart skips a beat as the memory replays in my mind…

(FLASHBACK – TRAINING EARLIER)

“I… I should go. This is a mistake. You can’t help me. I’m just going to hurt you. I say, turning away, but I don’t get far, only for him to spin me around.

“It’s fine, relax. I’m fine. You’re doing great.” He says calmly.

Is he for real? I’m fucking messing it all up!

“Am I?” I scoff in disbelief. “You’re delusional, or plain stupid.”

“Tell me Skyla, do you spar to win?” Royce says as he lets go of me and picks up his phone.

“What?” I ask, as he switches on some music and sets the volume low loud enough so we can hear it, but not loud enough to give me a headache.

I like this song.

blood tainting the air… I have just cut him

asked if you spar to win? Do you aim to

arms. “Obviously. So, stop holding back

stance as he tilts his head and cocks a brow. “The aim isn’t to break

not try to consider sparring

I

dance of perfection… fluid moves, calculated attacks, smooth reflexes and above all, you can see the

to protect, not for fun.” I counter, as he circles “We do… but it is also an art,

in anger will lose more….. I know that in a real battle, it’s the survival and rage that fuels one… but in many cases, you need to think with your mind, act with control… Just once, I want you to treat this as a dance.” He says, stopping behind me as he

X games back when we first got talking in

dance of art.

one

can.” I reply softly, turning and looking into his eyes. I remember saying to Reign that I wanted to spar with him someday… He had said absolutely, as long as it was in the rain, and I was in something

light flirting… I look at

my head forward, breaking eye contact. I give a

He sure has big hands “The aim is to enjoy it, counter, assess, and act… but remember this is not a competition. …” He murmurs, his hair tickling the side of

my hair

win; I have

focus on his moves. The aim is to block and counter in

my arm as he tries to pin my arm behind my

back and I lunge forward, aiming a punch. He ducks, and I flip over, grabbing his shoulder. Only for him to grip my wrist and flip me over

those grey eyes. There’s no hostility or

for fun… He isn’t

in his stomach, before I spin as fast as

curses as he stumbles.

I tease, as I yank

love, so are you!” He counters, swiping

jump, stumbling, but he manages to grab my ankle and yanks me back. I turn,

are.” He adds, grabbing my thighs with his large hands and holding

second, I’m distracted, giving him the upper hand, and he takes it, trying to throw me onto the ground over his head, but I grab a fistful of his hair, slamming his head

I growl breathlessly, as he grabs the back of my thighs, only for us both