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.

look at him, seeing the sweat that coats his body, the blood

win? Do you aim

So, stop holding back and

his head and cocks a brow. “The aim isn’t to break bones

consider

I question,

have you ever watched two martial artists compete? A dance of perfection… fluid moves, calculated attacks, smooth reflexes and above all, you can see the art that it is.”

to 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 have perfected

think with your mind, act

remember something Reign said about the Alpha Gen X games back when we first

dance of

been right. The one who fought with skill

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

our light flirting… I look at Royce and make up my mind.

I can feel the heat of his body behind me and I turn my head forward, breaking eye contact. I give a nod and his hand snakes around my waist,

“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

my hair back as I run at

not to win; I have to

moves. The aim is to block and counter in

my arm as he tries to pin my arm behind my back, but I turn myself, ducking as I free myself and try to swipe his

lunge forward, 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

for fun… He

elbowing him in his stomach, before I spin as fast as I can, hooking my leg around his and pulling

He curses as he

tease, as

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

back. I turn, and

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

of pleasure goes straight to 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 his head, but I grab a fistful of his hair, slamming

my thighs, only for us both to tense. Only then realising we are in a