Traded To The Lycan King

She is brazen. Far more seductive and playful than she has been before. But that's what's so awe-inspiring about Colette. How quickly she adapts and changes. How the moment her strength grew, her personality developed, revealing the true Luna beneath the once reserved and scared maid.

She has always been pretty, but there is something about a woman who has come into her own that is utterly spellbinding. I watch her every move with complete interest, soaking in every second as she lavishes her body. with warm, healing water. The way she dips her head back and her hair tumbles into the water, the way her muscles tense and release as she reaches up to her tie her hair up in a bun, the wet strands dripping down her

soft skin.

I am a goner. Not that I wasn't aware of this much earlier. No, I knew early on I was in trouble with her. But watching her now, experiencing her confidence and her strength in one display of power over me, well, it's damni intoxicating. I've never wanted anyone to be stronger than me before, to have a hold on me like the mate bond has done, but this is far beyond that.

The mate bond is nothing compared to love. The pull of her, the way my body ripples with awareness every time I notice her eyes on me, that was never there with Lauren. My body craved Lauren, but my heart and soul weren't

in it.

Every fiber of my being craves the woman before me. Those brown eyes, that silky skin and that smart ass mouth are mine. All mine, and there's not a damn thing I wouldn't give up for her if she asked me to. I'd lay my life down for her, and it'd be the easiest thing I'd ever done.

"What are you thinking about?" Her sweet voice echoes through the room. A smile breaking over my lips as our eyes meet.

"About how much you have changed and how much I just want to touch you." I tell her truthfully and she blinks, "clearly caught off guard.

"That won't make me forgive you faster," she says with the tiniest frown tugging at her lips.

you at my side," I shrug.

says, looking disappointed. "I want you to understand what it feels like

to take won't allow her to control me completely. But as long as she doesn't try to kill me, it won't fight the pull she creates with her song, I don't think. I trust her.

as she dips forward, her body gliding into the water as she fully submerges herself. My body tingles, my lycan going crazy as an ethereal sound fills

for not trying to resist. I silence him, reminding him this is for our mate. This is only the beginning of our penance, and we will bow down and accept

the words of this song. She sings in a language I don't understand, but the melody wraps around me like a heated blanket, warming me to.my core with thoughts of happiness and a gentle caress of a seductive promise. There is no hiding how aroused I am, my body vibrating with the need to

hitches when I feel her fingers glide over my torso. Her head tilts to the side as she

appear.

growl breaks from my lips and she smirks, more than satisfied. Colette traces her fingers up my chest, and over my shoulders, feeling every groove of muscle I have before she grabs hold

steps closer and I can see how much she is fighting for control of her wolf as well. I say nothing. Calling her out on her own struggle would probably only lead to a much more painful blueball situation than

you want?" she

evidence of my wanting her rests in not just the southern region of my waist, but in my chest where my heart

wryly and shakes her

All the answers that come to mind are dirty enough to make her perfect cheek blush red and I bite back a vicious grin. Oh, the things I want her to do to

tilts to the side as she plays coy and my body quivers with agonizing desire for her. Her fingers flit over my cheek as

tongue is pressed so damn hard into the roof of my mouth to control my actions I fear I may cause actual pain soon? My eyes meet hers, her deep browns swirling with hues of blue that mesmerize me. Her fingers dance lower, her eyes

this is where you meant?" She whispers, the palm of her hand pressing against me, though she grips nothing. A moan rumbles through my chest, my