Filed To Story: Zaia Toussaint and Sebastian King: Werewolf Book PDF Free
There are a few random pictures between, of a hot drink or some scenery, but most of the gallery is of the children.
There’s the occasional precious shot of Zaia, and each time I can’t help but admire her breathtaking beauty. Not wanting her to take the phone back, I continued to skim through the photos of our children.
It’s like I’m watching them in slow motion, like a reel going through the years. I click on the video, where the kids are playing with slime and laughing.
“Give me some Mommy!”
“Sia! Look at mine.”
The emotions become too much, and I place the phone down and stand up. My throat is dry and although I want to say something, I can’t.
I walk to the bathroom and shut the door behind me. Leaning against it, I close my eyes. I have nothing. She was my everything, and I lost her and our two treasures too…
I can’t face her, not like this. I squeeze my eyes shut, taking a deep breath. Trying to steady my racing heart. It’s a few minutes later when she knocks on the door.
“Sebastian?”
“I’ll be out soon,”
I say, my voice coming out rougher than I meant it to.
“Ok.”
I hear her move away from the door and I massage my temples.
How do I justify to myself that I deserve another chance? After I rejected her and pretended to like someone else, to protect her, I was ready to let her go. I let her go, and she built herself up, so why do I think I should try to win her back?
Why am I falling weak now?
I stare at the tiny window with the frosted glass, staring at the flowers in the glass. The rain is hammering against it violently; the sound soothing to the story within my own mind.
It’s a good while later. I’m not sure how long I have been in here, when I finally bravely step back into the bedroom. The light is off, and the bed is empty. I look sharply at the floor where she had placed the towels on the ground, fast asleep with one of the pillows from the bed.
I frown as I silently walk over to her. She’s asleep. I can hear the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. I crouch down beside her, my heart clenching when I notice the teardrop at the corner of her eye.
I keep hurting you. Slowly I slip my hands under her, ever so slowly, ready to move her to bed, when her eyes fly open. She slams me back onto the floor. My head hits the corner of the wall, sending pain rushing through my head.
She then pins me to the ground straddling me, one hand tight around my neck. She raises her other hand, her claws coming out.
Surprise flashes through me as I stare at her. Her eyes flicker from orange back to amethyst and she relaxes, letting out a breath of relief.
Big mistake. Her pussy is now pressed against my lower abdomen and the feel of it sends pleasure south, awakening the dormant beast within Fuck.
“What were you doing?”
she asks, releasing my throat. She sits back, looking the vision of perfection. Raising her hand, she brushes her hair back as she scans the room as if trying to remember where we are. “Trying to move you to the bed. You should move… unless you want me to take you.”
I growl.
She swallows hard, jumping off me quickly. Her gaze dips to the tent in my towel, which is still tucked in firmly and I stand up.
“You…”
she begins with a glare. “Dirty-“
“Hey, you are the one who pressed your pussy right on me,”
I growl, making her cheeks turn a bright shade of pink.
“I did not! I thought you were an attacker! I nh!”
I clamp my hand over her mouth, placing the other finger on my lips.
“Hush, you don’t want to disturb anyone, do you?”
I ask huskily. Her heart is thumping as she slowly nods, and I let go of her. I’m about to turn away when she speaks.
“Dirty dog.”
I tilt my head, giving her a murderous glare, but she’s standing there, fists clenched, cheeks flushed and a pout on her plump lips looking cute as hell.
“Well, you used to enjoy riding this dirty dog.”
I taunt, before I open my towel cockily, giving her a full-on view of my hard -on, making her eyes widen before she covers her face. Gasping in mortification.
I chuckle, wrapping my towel around myself once more, trying not to admire how her bare legs look so inviting…
“No need to be shy. If memory serves, you are anything but shy and you did get pretty down and dirty yourself… I remember exactly how you played and took this cock.”
“Sebastian!”
She growls, pushing me. “You are a shameless pig!”
“Pig, dog… the list of insults sure is growing,”
I say, frowning as she storms to the bed.
“You wanted to give me the bed, then fine! Sleep on the floor.”
She retorts as she gets 33 A Restless Nigh into the bed. She always did hate being disturbed when sleeping. I smirk and drop to the floor.
Although I was planning to sleep beside her, I can’t. I wouldn’t be able to sleep and all I’d be able to think about is the way she looks in that shirt. The way her breasts press against the fabric, the outline of her nipples…
Focus Sebastian. I internally groan as I lay back and place my arms under my head, closing my eyes.
Sleep? Sleep didn’t come so easily, with the thunder outside and the emotions I feel, spending time with her… seeing our kids… it’s a lot…
“Sebastian!”
I frown as I crack my eyes open, feeling extremely cold and clammy. My body is aching, and I have a pounding headache.
I look into the eyes of none other than Zaia before I glance around.
“What is it?”
I ask, my voice sounding rough.
“You’re shivering… and you’re burning up …”
She murmurs, touching my forehead. Her hand feels cool, and I welcome the touch. “Get up, get on the bed.”
“I’m fine, you sleep.”
I groan.
“Don’t argue with me. Get up.”
She says, standing up, and it takes all my self-control not to stare at her sexy legs as she holds a hand out to me. I get up on my own and only then do I realise I really feel fucking bad.
“Fuck.”
I stagger to the bed and I’m about to lie down when she quickly puts the pillow down for me.
“Here’s some water from last night. Drink it if you need to.”
She says placing the bottle down in the covered bag that contains the wraps I never ate.
I can’t help but smile. Maybe it’s good I got ill… if it meant her looking after me.
My head is pounding, and I feel her getting into the bed behind me as she pulls the sheet over us, bringing memories of the past to the forefront of my mind.
Love is painful… beautiful, irreplaceable, but with it the pain you are ready to let the other person inflict on you is deadly…
I’m truly sorry Zaia…
She’s tossing and turning, and I slowly turn onto my back and look at her. Her eyes meet mine and I roll onto my side to face her.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?”
I ask quietly. She shakes her head, placing her hand under her cheek. I observe her, my beautiful little vixen…
“He proposed to you… you didn’t agree.”
I say, taking her hand in mine and staring at her ring finger. She tugs free and looks down. “How did you know?”
she asks. “I saw you both at the fountain that night,’ I admit hoarsely.
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