3rd Person As soon as Sinclair left Roger and Cora alone, the human turned towards the door, determined to flee. They’d talked about the mating ceremony for the better part of an hour, but as soon as they finished making their plans, Cora made a break for it. Before her hand could touch the door k
Cora frowned down at him. “I’ve seen worse.” She answered honestly, “But I think perhaps you shouldn’t be alone tonight.” “Is that an invitation?” Roger questioned hopefully. “My medical opinion.” Cora corrected. “The same I would give anyone in your state.” “Everyone I care about is in the same
Ella I haven’t been to the nursery since the news of Sinclair’s supposed death broke, and when I walk in I’m greeted with a chorus of excited cries from the children. I kneel down and open my arms to the pups, making sure to kiss every cheek and nose I can reach. “Ella where have you been?!” One of
“You didn’ have a Mommy and Daddy?” The tot inquires, edging a bit closer. “But they said you’re a pwincess.” There’s a note of accusation in his voice, and I wonder just how recently he’s joined the nursery – and what he went through before arriving. “I didn’t know I was a Princess until very rece
Ella It isn’t easy to extract Sinclair from the nursery, not after he delighted the children with confessions of his soft side and got roped into endless games of tag and hide and seek. When he eventually shifted into his wolf and started giving the pups rides on his back, I thought Isabel was goin
“You know I love you with everything I am, and everything I ever will be?” Sinclair inquires, searing me with his emerald gaze. “You know you’re my whole world, and I’d be lost without you?” I counter, blinking back tears. Sinclair answers me with a ferocious kiss, and then it starts: Every lie, e
Ella “Please, please, please?” I beg, resting my forehead on my forearms. “Hmm,” Sinclair rumbles thoughtfully, swatting my raised bottom with one powerful hand, while the other skillfully moves between my legs. He’s been at this for more than half an hour, though at first it was only a punishment
“Wait,” I object, wanting to pause, but not for the reason Sinclair thinks. He looks up from his lazy exploration of my breasts, giving me his full attention. “I really am sorry for everything that happened while you were away.” I whisper, tangling my fingers in his dark hair, “for everything I did.