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

if you spar to win? Do you aim

a brow, crossing my arms. “Obviously. So, stop holding back

mirroring my stance as he tilts his head and cocks a brow. “The aim isn’t to

consider

dance?” I

have you ever watched two martial artists compete? A dance of perfection… fluid moves, calculated attacks, smooth reflexes

he circles “We do… but

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 me

remember something Reign said about the Alpha Gen X games back when we first got talking in that chat room.

a dance of art. Let

had been right. The one who fought

can.” I reply softly, turning and looking into his eyes. I remember saying to Reign that I wanted to spar with him

light flirting… I look at Royce and make up my mind. I’ll imagine Royce is

I turn my head forward, breaking eye

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 hair back as

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

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

pin my arm behind my

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

feeling my anger rising until I look into those grey eyes. There’s no hostility or

for fun… He isn’t mocking

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

as he stumbles.

tease, as I yank his

down, love, so are you!” He counters, swiping

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

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

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 I pin his head

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