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

you spar to win? Do you aim to

cock a brow, crossing my arms. “Obviously. So, stop holding back and just fight. I can handle broken bones. Give

head and cocks a brow. “The aim

consider sparring as

I question,

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

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

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

about the Alpha Gen X games back when we first got talking in that chat room. Debating over who will

a dance of art. Let

The one

Reign that I wanted to spar with him someday… He had said absolutely, as long as it

I look at Royce and make up my mind.

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

“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

I say, tossing my hair back as I run at

the aim is not to win;

moves. The

in his hand, twisting my arm as he tries to pin my arm behind my back, but I turn myself, ducking as

jumps 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

into those grey eyes. There’s no hostility or arrogance in them, and I find myself

fun… He isn’t

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

He curses as he stumbles.

dancing.” I tease, as I

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

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

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

ground over his head, but I grab a fistful of his hair, slamming his head between my knees and clamping

back of my thighs, only for us both to tense. Only then realising