YENA

Nolan’s energy was hot and frantic. Nothing like this morning.

It felt so good to know he wanted me.

His darkness was moving behind his eyes, turning them dark with primal lust.

And the bit of anger Evan had aroused in me… somehow it only made me want Nolan even more.

Lily wanted me to claim Nolan as ours.

He started tearing my clothes off furiously and pressing his lips into every inch of me. Running his sharp teeth along my neck, just barely holding back.

I was dripping wet. I wanted to beg him to fuck me harder than he’d ever done before.

But I felt Lily taking over, purring and whimpering, and making my heart race like crazy. And suddenly I wasn’t even able to form words.

Then, all at once, Nolan shoved his big, hard dick inside of me, and clamped his teeth down into my neck with a deep growl that I felt vibrating from his chest down into mine.

I can’t even remember if I screamed. The feeling was just pure relief. Bliss and ecstasy.

Nolan sucked and lapped at my neck, drinking up my blood. Then he kissed me, his mouth red, slick, and hot, smearing blood all over both our mouths.

He reared his head back and let out a deep growl. An inhuman sound. I saw his wolf taking over.

His hard, muscular body was glowing with sweat.

And he did what I wanted, without me even having to ask. He fucked me harder than I even thought was possible. Reminding me of his incredible strength.

It was humbling, seeing him like this. Nolan was powerful beyond measure.

One of the most powerful men in the world.

That thought always got me going. I came quickly and he smiled, watching my face as I gasped and moaned.

I let him throw me around, changing positions. Pulling my hair and giving me passionate, wild kisses everywhere.

He turned me over and spanked me, hitting me hard.

Really hard.

The sharp pain had me turning primal. It hurt so good, and shot an extreme surge of adrenaline through me, and made the pleasure even more intense when he went back to making me feel good again.

I loved to see him lose control like this.

I begged him to kiss me while making me come. We locked eyes and the fiery, glowing look in his eyes helped send me off. He gave me a wet, sloppy kiss and moaned.

My limbs went numb and started shaking like crazy. Nolan held me tight and put his lips to my ear as I rode out an intense orgasm.

I closed my eyes and breathed in his smell with each gasping breath. It was like a forest after rain, damp and woodsy, strong and heavy.

“I love you,” he whispered, rubbing his stubble beard on my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

But when I opened my mouth to say it back, the words got stuck in my throat.

I did love him. But I was still upset.

The truth was that Nolan had hurt me. Right after promising me that he wouldn’t do that again.

I kissed him lightly. He gave me an odd look, then moved to lie down beside me.

“I love you too,” I told him when I finally felt like I was able to.

But he had seen me hesitate. The sad look was coming back into his eyes.

And I was surprised that when I saw it, I felt two things at once.

I felt bad, and sorry. I wished I could go back in time and not make him doubt my love for him.

But also, an evil little part of me took a sick sort of pleasure in seeing his pain.

He’d hurt me, and now I’d hurt him back.

But that shameful, horrible feeling passed very fast.

I went to rest my head on Nolan’s chest and felt that his breathing was a little frantic.

He was usually relaxed after sex. Energized and awake and happy.

I ran my fingers through his chest hair, stroking him gently, and he started to calm down, his heartrate evening out.

But even though he was right there with me, it felt like Nolan was a million miles away.

NOLAN

Nolan answered the phone with a heavy sigh.

“What is it, Gina?” he asked as patiently as he could.

“Hello to you too, Nolan,” she replied.

“How are you doing? Feeling better?” He had to ask.

“Yeah, I’m feeling much better, thank you. I’m at home now, they discharged me. But I’m still trying to get as much sleep and rest as I can.”

“Great,” Nolan said. “But Gina… do you remember our conversation in the hospital? Nothing has changed, and I’m sorry if this sounds severe considering you are ill right now, but you do need to leave me and Yena alone.”

“That’s why I’m calling you,” Gina said. “To talk about that conversation. How can you say nothing’s changed, Nolan?”

“Because it hasn’t. It doesn’t matter why or how our relationship ended years ago. It ended, and I’m happy with my wife, and I’m not interested in you.”

Gina was quiet.

“You and I are not meant to be together,” Nolan said calmly. “And I really am hanging up the phone now.”

“Please,” Gina whimpered. “Please, can I see you just one more time? Can we just talk about this again face to face, when I’m not lying in a hospital bed?”

“No. We can’t.”

Nolan hung up. He’d been pacing his walk-in closet while Yena was in the shower. Gina had started calling him right after the princess had left the room.

She called once and it rang all the way through. Fortunately, his phone was set to silent.

Then she called again.

And as much as Nolan wanted to just ignore this relentless nuisance… that strategy had not really worked out well the last time.

So he had waited till he heard the shower running, closed himself in his dressing room, and picked up the call.

Why did it have to be Gina, Nolan thought to himself, telling him she loved him right now?

She wasn’t the one he wanted.

He wanted Yena. And just days ago, he never would have doubted the sweet princess’s love for him.

But it suddenly seemed like Yena wasn’t sure anymore.

Nolan threw on some clothes and went back to their room. Yena was just turning off the shower.

He went and stood in the open door to their bathroom suite, and watched her step out of the shower, wiping herself dry with a fluffy white towel.

“Hi,” she said, with a little smile that looked… embarrassed.

“Hi. How are you feeling?”

“Fine,” she said, looking down at her legs as she wiped them dry.

She tied the towel around her body and grabbed another one for her hair.

Nolan finished buttoning his shirt and stepped into the bathroom, meeting her at the vanity. She gave him a little smile in the mirror and began running a comb through her damp hair.

He sidled up behind her and gave her warm, damp cheek a quick kiss.

She flushed and smiled bigger.