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 blood tainting the air… I have just cut him open, and

you spar to win? Do you aim to win?”

arms. “Obviously. So, stop holding back and just fight. I

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

consider sparring as a

I

A dance of perfection… fluid moves, calculated attacks, smooth reflexes and above all, you

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

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

Gen X games back

is a dance of art. Let the games

The one who fought with

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

light flirting… I look at

of his body behind me and I turn my head forward,

curls around my waist. 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 face before he suddenly lets go of me, grabbing my

say, tossing my hair back as I

a match; the aim is not to win; I have to remember that important

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

my fist in his hand, twisting 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 legs

his shoulder. Only for him to grip my wrist and flip

anger rising until I look into those grey eyes. There’s no hostility or arrogance in them, and I

for fun… He isn’t

spin as fast as I can,

as

dancing.” I tease, as I

if I’m going down, love, so are you!” He counters, swiping my legs from under me, as he hits the

I turn, and he grunts when my

adds, grabbing my thighs with

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 between my knees and clamping my thighs around it as I pin

of my thighs, only for us both to tense.