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.

the sweat that coats his body, the blood tainting

asked if you spar to win? Do you aim to win?”

crossing my arms. “Obviously. So, stop holding back and just fight. I can handle broken bones. Give

head and cocks a brow.

try to consider

dance?” I

calculated attacks,

survive, fight to kill and fight to protect, not for fun.” I counter, as he circles “We do… but it is also an art, and only the ones who

with your mind, act with control… Just once, I want you to treat this as a

heart skips a beat and I remember something Reign said about the Alpha Gen X games back when we first got talking in that chat room. Debating over who will

dance of art.

The one who fought with

into his eyes. I remember saying to Reign that I wanted to spar with him

missing our light flirting… I look at

my head forward, breaking eye contact. I give a nod and his

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 face

tossing my hair back

match; the aim is not to win; I have to remember that important part. Try

I focus on his moves. The aim is to block and

my fist in his hand, twisting my arm as he tries to pin my arm behind my back, but I turn myself,

aiming a punch. He ducks, and I flip over, grabbing his shoulder.

I look into those grey eyes. There’s no hostility or arrogance in them, and I find myself

just for fun… He isn’t mocking

I spin as fast as I can, hooking

as

dancing.” I tease, as I yank his

swiping my legs from under me, as he hits the floor.

grab my ankle and yanks me back. I

how strong you are.” He adds, grabbing my thighs with his large

ground over his

back of my thighs, only for us both to tense. Only then realising we are