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.

body, the blood tainting the air… I have just cut him open, and he’s

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

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

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

not try to consider sparring as

dance?” I question,

A dance of perfection… fluid moves, calculated attacks,

he circles “We do… but it is also an art, and only the ones who have

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

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

of art. Let

The one who

wanted to spar with him someday… He had said absolutely, as long as it was in the rain, and I

at Royce and

I turn my head forward, breaking eye contact. I give a nod and his hand snakes around

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 as he

my hair back as I run at

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

I focus on his moves. The aim is

my back, but I turn myself, ducking as I free myself and try to swipe

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

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

for fun… He isn’t mocking

stomach, before I spin as fast as I

He curses as he

as

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

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

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

jolt 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 his head between my knees and clamping my thighs around it

as he grabs the back of my thighs, only