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Mad king Louis was recovering. He had some hope that his only child was alive. He had given orders to have every pack surrounding the crash site searched.
“I’m sorry my Lord, we’ve found nothing,” Avery said in a placating voice. It wasn’t a lie. Avery had led the search himself, with twenty of the king's best men. Of course, Avery knew the girl wasn’t going to be found there. If she was indeed with the twin alphas in Valiant Mountain, she was hundreds of miles to the south. He had hoped that when the search came up empty, the king would lose hope, but quite the contrary.
The King had groomed himself. His hair was combed out and drawn into a ponytail. His beard had been trimmed neatly. His face was washed and his clothes were clean, albeit a bit too loose on his bony frame. “I know she’s alive. I feel it, Avery. You have no pups of your own, so you wouldn’t understand. It just keeps getting stronger.”
Even more worrisome than the king's search for his daughter, was the fact that he had begun taking an interest in kingdom business again. He was currently hunched over the account ledgers, frowning ferociously. “Where has the money gone, Avery? How can we be bleeding millions, millions?”
Avery felt a cold shiver go down his spine. If the king dug deep enough, would he discover that hundreds of thousands were being diverted into Avery’s personal accounts? Had he hidden his tracks well enough?
There was an urgent tapping on the door. “My Lord,” one of the elders bowed low before the king. “It's wonderful to see you looking so well, Louis. I have something to show you. Something exciting.”
“Thomas,” the king’s eyes lit with recognition. “Come in, show me!”
Thomas scurried in and set a file folder over the top of the account books. “Patrick and his wife were on their way back from visiting their daughter in Boston. They stopped in Vermont and visited a mall there. And they took this photo.” He flipped open the folder with a flourish.
The king pulled the glossy print closer and stared at the image of a young woman, who was the spitting image of his late wife. But the most telling feature was the hair, that unusual blend of black and red had been the queen’s most distinguishing feature. Tears sprung forth in his eyes as he traced the face in the photograph with his finger. “I knew it,” he whispered. “I knew she was alive. My Isabella.”
Byron
It was hard, painfully hard, when she chose Wyatt to be her first. Of course, I wanted it to be me. But on some level, I understood that it needed to be Wyatt. He needed to know that he was not playing second fiddle to me in this relationship. I knew that Bella didn’t play favorites, but Wyatt didn’t have that confidence.
So I held her while they made love. I stroked her hair and pleasured her body, and easily imagined that it was I, not my brother, who was entering her. Because of the bond we shared as twins, I could feel what he was feeling, the passion, the pleasure, while I watched Bella closely. She had been such a shy, scared little girl, but she had freed herself completely and surrendered to her passion. She moaned and writhed under him, using her body to beg for more. She arched into my hands, pressing her nipples firmly against my palms, even as Wyatt was thrusting into her. I felt her tremors as she came, and I was overwhelmed by her scent. When Wyatt released, so did I – witnessing their pleasure, touching her sweet, eager body, feeling what they were feeling, drove me over the edge, until I could no longer control myself, and I marked her.
Oh god, the sweet fulfillment of that moment. The surety of knowing that she was mine, forever.
I took her hand and lead her back to the bedroom. She was shivering, but she came willingly. When I squeezed her hand, she squeezed it back. We entered the bedroom and found that Hailey had already left us a spread of snacks and drinks on the coffee table. She had left us enough food to last us a week if we so desired to stay in the room that long. That sounded like a perfect plan to me.
She looked uncertain now, not knowing how to proceed. She was so sweet and innocent. I wanted with everything in me for her first time with me to be unforgettable, and special. I didn’t want any awkwardness between us. I wanted her to be bold, and curious, the way she was in the shower. I pulled her close to me, wrapped my arms around her slender frame, and kissed her deeply, until we were both gasping for breath.
Wyatt took over kissing her, turning her so her back was towards me. I started removing her clothing, lifting the dress up and over her head. I kissed the back of her neck and skimmed my fingers down her scarred back. I traced my fingers over some of the deeper scars, wondering if she had normal sensation where she had sustained such grievous injuries. But if her goosebumps were any indication, she was feeling me just fine. I caught the strap of her bra and carefully undid the closures, pushing the straps forward off her shoulders, baring her small, perfect breasts. I kissed my way down her spine, noting with some satisfaction that it seemed to protrude less than it had a week ago. I reached her tailbone and hooked my thumbs under the waist of her underwear, pulling them down her long legs. She stepped out of them and I flung them aside.
“Bella,” I turned her to face me. “Undress me now.”
Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t hesitate to reach for the buttons at my collar. She deftly unbuttoned the row of buttons down the front of my shirt and then ran her hands up my bare chest. The sensation of her cool fingers against my heated skin was incredible.
She grew bolder and shoved the shirt off my shoulders, and moved closer. Her small soft lips found my pecs, and her tongue traced over my skin, making me groan in pleasure. I was the one that was supposed to be seducing her, but she was destroying me. She reached for the button of my pants, and lowered the fly carefully, protecting my manhood with her hand on the inside. Once my pants dropped off my hips, she lowered my boxer shorts, freeing my erection to her curious gaze and her eager hands. In the shower her touch had been butterfly soft, but now she took me firmly, stroking up and down the length as though she were an expert in sex play.
She looked up at me with dark, hungry eyes. “What makes you feel good?” She asked me in a whisper. “What do you like?”
“Everything, sweetheart. Everything you do pleases me.” I growled, lifting her up. Her legs twined easily around my hips. She was so light; it was no hardship to support her weight as she rubbed herself against me wantonly. I could have taken her like that. It would have been an easy thing to spread her lips and lower her down on my shaft, to press her against the wall and pump into her. But I restrained myself. I had something else in mind, something that would leave the power in her hands. I lead us over to the bed, but I didn’t lay her down. Instead, I lay on my back and brought her down over me.
“You are in control, Bella. You can do whatever you want. Go as fast or as slow as you need.” I reached between our bodies and stroked her bud. She closed her eyes in pleasure, forgetting to be shy as she rocked against my hand, her backside unintentionally rubbing against my erection.
I felt the bed sink as Wyatt joined us. He had divested himself of clothes and now knelt beside her on the bed, catching her face and claiming a long deep kiss. She kissed him back and then focused her attention on my body. She pushed back so that she could reach my sex. She stroked it carefully, and again lightly cupped my testicles before she positioned me at her opening, and slowly eased herself down, sheathing me inside her slick, tight body. The sensation was so heavenly, I could have lost myself right there. I felt her tense over me, no doubt feeling some pain and discomfort from her first round.
I wanted to lift my hips, to rock into her, to sink deeper, but I forced myself to keep still. I had promised that she would be in control. I waited patiently for her to relax. After a long, suspenseful moment she sighed, and began moving against me.
At first, she rode me slowly and carefully, lifting herself up, and sliding back down... but I knew the precise moment her pleasure tipped the scales and drowned out any discomfort she was feeling. Her breath came faster, as she leaned forward and braced herself against my shoulders. She increased the tempo and rode me harder, grinding her hips against mine, taking me deeper with every motion.
I was transfixed by the beauty and wildness of my mate, her long hair spilling everywhere, trailing over my chest, half obscuring her breasts as they swayed enticingly before me. I knew when she had found her own sweet spot, her own perfect rhythm, as her muscles began to tremble and she was moaning with each thrust.
I felt the moment she came, her hot body clenched around my shaft in an ecstatic grip. I was still trying to hold on, trying to prolong our pleasure. I gritted my teeth and tried to hold myself in, but Bella was unbridled. She leaned down unexpectedly and sank her teeth into my neck, her sharp canines breaking the skin. I roared like an animal as I poured my seed into her womb, and the most unbelievable orgasm ripped through my body like a tidal wave.
“Bella,” I whispered into her hair, as she went limp over me. “God, I love you so much.”