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Chapter 1 from: “A Werewolf’s Wedding” by Rachel E Rice

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Chapter 1

The sun rose and set, a month passed, and the snow still fell hard and soft, preventing Adrienne, her babies and Lycell from returning to the ranch. The twin pups were strong now and well fed with the help of Lycell. Adrienne didn’t recognize him. The once demanding, indifferent, and excessively sexual Lycell had materialized into a loving and caring uncle if not a potential mate. He fought a fierce werewolf who threatened to make her his sexual slave. He came to Adrienne’s rescue when she needed him the most.

Where was Wilder? Where was the lone werewolf? The father to her pups, who had convinced her that she could do this. That she could love his brothers and birth all their pups. Had he abandoned her when he realized that he didn’t want to share her?

Adrienne finally convinced herself it was like being a surrogate, but more intimate. Now she was committed to this life.

“I think they are strong enough to travel to the ranch. Spring is approaching and it’s time to go,” Lycell said placing the pups in the bed and covering them with soft fur pelts. He walked and lay beside Adrienne to keep her warm, holding her in his arms, gazing at her, his love deepened and intensified with each movement of her body.

“Why can’t we just stay here a little longer?” Adrienne said looking into his deep brown eyes. “I’m not ready to go.” She never imagined she would want to remain in that cave, and with Lycell. Adrienne glanced at him lying near her with her head laying on his warm strong chest. Moving closer, the fire ignited in Adrienne, her mind conflicted. How did she come to feel this way? She questioned herself.

Lycell’s movement in the bed excited her skin causing chills to rise. His chiseled face, hard and beautiful. His body cut with muscles in his arms and chest, the likes of Wilder, yet her body received a different signal from Lycell. A raw, rough sensual presence, which could break erotic barriers and cross all sexual boundaries.

Time passed and both she and Lycell changed. Once a callous young girl thinking of makeup, her next boyfriend, and now look at her. A woman with children or pups. It didn’t matter what they were, she loved them and she loved the father and uncle to the pups. Lycell turned facing Adrienne drawing her closer into his strong muscular warm arms. Eyeing her every movement and her body, thinking about what will be. Adrienne’s fingers trailed along his chest. Their mouths came together like magnets. One positive, one negative.

“We can’t, we have to get back. Drayton must be catching hell with Wilder. I left the ranch without explanation because I was crazed, out of my mind because that werewolf abducted you, and I was afraid he would do things to you before I caught up with him. I didn’t have time to tell Drayton where I was going,” Lycell said, passing his hand over Adrienne’s flowing hair pushing it to the side, then holding her face in his hands tentatively gazing in her eyes.

“He had to have known that you were looking for me,” Adrienne said stretching and hoping the pups would still sleep until she and Lycell talked. All they did that day was smile and kiss. This was something new to Lycell. He didn’t know how to act. He wasn’t himself. Hell he didn’t know who he was anymore.

A human, a werewolf?

Pressing his body to Adrienne, Lycell made a sigh. Then gazing at her he said, “I want you. Is it safe to be with you? I don’t know about such things. I don’t want to impregnate you before you have a chance to know me. I want to take you places and show you my world.”

Who is this person? Adrienne found herself wondering and thinking. She was afraid when they left the confines of the cave, her whole world would change, and she would lose him as she had felt the loss of Wilder. She was eager to see her beloved lone wolf again but she was also enthralled with Lycell. Who would have guessed that this could happen? Certainly not Lycell.

“We had better get started now before the twins wake,” Lycell said preparing to stand. Adrienne reached for his arms and drew him to her, where he felt the warmth and softness of her. His manhood throbbed from the need and desire to claim her. She felt him eager and erratic as a summer storm thundering and overpowering everything in its path.

He eased over her and placed his hands between her legs. The softness of her skin excited him and she slowly opened her legs, exposing herself to him, exposing her need for him. He explored her opening with his gentle strong hands and fingers. He felt the heat and wetness. The feel of her insides hardened his manhood and it pulsed. Adrienne felt all of him.

She reached unapologetic, taking it in her hand. He questioned with his eyes, but she guided it and he penetrated her deep until she felt full. His large manhood, hard, excruciatingly painful gave her intense pleasure. His gentle movements, belied who Lycell is on the outside. It was their first time. But it wouldn’t be their last. He knew it and she knew it as their bodies crashed together.

Lycell’s moans of pleasure, echoed from the cave, passed the mountain range, and settled in Wilder’s ears.

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Chapter 1   Black Tie Affair

Out of sheer boredom I reach for one of the local New York papers and read it while sipping a cup of coffee. “Socialite found bound, gagged, nude, and dead while wearing handcuffs. Her arms over her head, fastened to her bed in her Park Avenue apartment. Nude and dead,” I repeated. Sounds like the first time I met Max when he left me and didn’t call. I felt dead when I thought I would never feel him inside of me ever again.

“A five hundred dollar silk scarf tied neatly around her neck.” Why would the papers put the price of the scarf, I asked myself. “Her lover explained that it was all a game, when the police questioned him. “Ask the husband he knows, he was watching,” quoted the lover.

“How is this news?” I questioned throwing the paper across the room. “Is that all they can write about. Women finding pleasure in having a lover and her husband watching them in bed?” I murmured to myself. What’s the world coming to?

Then I thought, this woman can be me in a few more years if I don’t do something besides wake up in the morning, get dress, and wait for Max to summon me. Maybe he’ll come tonight, maybe tomorrow, who knows. I’m a perfect candidate for the front page:

Wife of billionaire Maximillian Blackstone arrested for flogging her naked lover and holding him as a sex slave: “I haven’t had sex with my husband in months and my nerves were on edge. The sexiest man alive has traded me in for an even younger woman. I’m barely twenty-four, and because of lack of serious sex, and boredom, I found a lover I could handcuff to my bed, masturbate on me, and fuck me senseless,” The wife confessed. News at eleven.

That would make for great headlines if I had nothing to live for, but I do.

It’s raining in New York and I’m watching Central Park from my mansion in the sky. What am I doing here anyway? It was my stupid idea to move here. I must be crazy. I convinced Max that I would be happier. I see him during dinner when the children are awake. After that, it’s a guess when the next time he’ll show his face. And a gorgeous face at that. It has been weeks since he came home or called. He has an apartment a block away, which he uses to sleep and entertain clients, so I leave him alone. I promised him I wouldn’t cling to him. I know he’s under pressure with Charles making bids on his properties. He would do anything not to sell to him.

Leaning back with my legs extended on the chaise lounge, I’m trying to count all the people walking in the rain. They’re little dots, like ants scurrying around under foot from where I sit in the clouds.

I was happy when Max asked me to marry him. I married him because I loved him. I’m beginning to think that the only reason he married me was because of the children and he didn’t want Charles or anyone else to have me.

He’s like that with people and property, maybe he can’t tell the difference. They close the hole in his heart and keep the demons at bay. I guess he considers me his property, me, the children, and the dog. He’s like a child with a toy. Max doesn’t want anyone to play with his toys. He hides them in the closet and maybe pull his toys out when he becomes bored or stumbles on them by mistake.

That reminds me, we are running low on lubricant and toys, not for the children but for us.

That’s me—Alexander Bishop his Dom for the day, wife for a lifetime, and who the hell knows about the next minute. All I know is he hasn’t been in me for a month.