Filed To Story: Traded To The Lycan King Novel (Colette & Merikh) by MG Wattsons
“You are pushing it awfully hard,” I mutter, and he scoffs.
“And you both are fighting it harder.”
“If it were my choice, we would be mated fully by now, but I need Colette to make this decision and I refuse to rush her.”
“Fine, I will,” he says, whipping around to look at Colette. “My dear, sweet, newly found daughter. I can not handle losing you again. I am begging you to please-“
“I already decided we would go through with it. But it will be in my time.” She says, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Your time ends by end of day tonight, Colette.”
She flushes pink, and Caspian rolls his eyes.
“It’s just a mark, Colette.” he whispers, and she scoffs, then she rolls her shoulders back like she is ready to say something before he looks at his watch and curses under his breath. “But I have to go. Brent is the first one on my list and I have a feeling it will be a very long day.”
Caspian rushes out just as fast as he came crashing in, and Colette and I are washed in awkward silence. She clears her throat and then walks to the dresser and pulls out a set of pajamas, tucking them under her arm. Then she tosses me a pair of boxers and walks toward the door.
“Where are you going?” I ask her and she gives me a soft smile.
“To bathe, you coming?” She says with a sultry smile and my throat goes dry. I try to swallow, struggling to get the saliva down as I nod yes.
“Do you know where you are going?” I ask her and she nods.
“Of course I do. He told me a back way to get there,” Colette says, exiting the door and taking a left. She opens a storage closet door after looking up and down the hallway. Then she drags me into it and pushes a mop bucket to the side.
A back door opens behind the dump sink and I follow her, shocked first that a door like this exists and second that she would know it. Colette steps through, and I duck, entering the small door before it slides back into place.
“Caspian has told me all about the little secret passageways in this place. He said it allows him to cut down on travel time from place to place.” She explains.
“I see,” I mutter, ducking under a massive spider web that barely clears her head. “How do you know where we Boing?” I ask her and she looks over her shoulder at me, a big grin on his lips.
are “I can sense the large amount of water,” she tells me, then she pauses and her body shivers. “We are here.”
Colette pushes at a small door, breaking us into a massive room that smells of herbs and fragrant oils. I look at the massive pool of water, starting as a shallow body of water that grows deeper with every step. Petals dot the purple tinted water and I watch as she closes heseyes and inhales it all deeply “You seem at home.”I say with a gentle smile and she blushes.
“Water feels like home. And you also…feel like home.”
“Colette…” I say, my voice barely a whisper, but she silences me as she places her clothes to the side and slips out of her clothes.
Her bare skin is on full display for me as I watch her with hungry eyes. My lycan is near feral in my mind, telling me to strip no and chase her into the water, but my brains are telling me we have not yet been invited.
So instead I take in the delicious view as her bare hips sway side to side, making my chest tighten and my body. react in such a way that I am nearly in physical pain.
She spins to face me and I feel my knees grow weak. Her perky breasts stare at me, practically begging me to come and cup them, knead them…kiss them. Colette is on full display and she knows exactly what it is doing to me. As she smirks and slowly walks deeper before dropping to her neck in the water.
“How does it feel?” I ask her, nearly panting.
She moans, her eyes sliding closed as she leans her head back to wet her hair.
“So good,” she murmurs.
Then, without knowing it, I am shucking my pants, my torso pulled free from my shirt as I move to the water, my feet toeing the water line. I wait, so fucking patiently, for her to beckon me, or tell me to leave. One or the other, but instead she watches me, every second more excruciating than the next that I can’t touch her.
“You want to come in?” She asks and I nod. Like the wanton man I am, and she chuckles.
“Have a seat. I plan to soak for a while.”
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.
“Make me suffer my whole life with you at my side,” I shrug. “It won’t change the truth I just gave you.”