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.

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

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

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

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

consider sparring as a

dance?” I question,

A dance of perfection… fluid moves, calculated attacks, smooth reflexes and above all, you can see the art that it is.”

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

fuels one… but in many cases, you need to think with your mind, act with control…

Reign said about the Alpha Gen X games back when we

a dance of art.

one

his eyes. I remember saying to Reign that I wanted to spar with him someday… He had said absolutely, as long as it was in the rain, and

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

and I turn my head forward, breaking eye contact. I give a nod

is not a competition. …” He murmurs, his hair tickling the side of my face before he

then.” I say, tossing my hair back as I run

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

moves. The

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 from

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

until I look into those grey eyes. There’s

fun… He

stomach, before I spin as fast as I can, hooking my leg around his and pulling it from

as he stumbles.

tease, as I yank his

He counters, swiping my

yanks me back. I turn, and he grunts when my knee hits his chest. I can’t

my thighs

ground over his head, but I grab a fistful of his hair, slamming his

growl breathlessly, as he grabs the back of my thighs, only for us