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.

that coats his body, the blood tainting the air… I have just cut him

asked if you spar to win? Do you aim

So, stop holding back and just

mirroring my stance as he tilts his head and cocks a

consider sparring as a

I

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

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

who act 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

skips a beat and I remember something Reign said about the Alpha Gen X games back

of art. Let the

right. The one who

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,

look at Royce and make up my mind.

I can feel the heat of his body behind me and I turn my head forward,

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 before he suddenly lets go of me, grabbing my elbow

say, tossing my hair

match; the aim is not to win; I have to

on his moves. The aim is to

my back, but I turn

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

into those grey eyes. There’s

fun… He

of his arms, elbowing him in his stomach, before I spin as fast

as he

dancing.” I tease, as I

down, love, so are you!” He counters, swiping my legs from under me,

grab my ankle and yanks me back. I turn, and he grunts when

grabbing my thighs with his large hands and

my core, and for a second, I’m distracted, giving him the upper hand, and he takes it, trying to throw me onto the ground over

the back of my thighs, only for us both to tense. Only then