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Authors: Steven J Shelley
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The lycans have a lot of time for other naturebound folk.”
“Of course,” Yasmin said. “It was my intention to spread the word.”
“Such an elegant solution,” Gustav said. “I look forward to working alongside you, Yasmin. The arachne are creatures of the night, just like you.”
“I’m glad you’re here,” Yasmin said. She didn’t quite know what to say. She realized she had a lot to learn about diplomacy and the art of polite conversation. What kind of queen was she? The truth was she was embarrassed to be talking to Aurora like this. It wasn’t so long ago that her heart was set on becoming a lycan. When the Mother had found out she was destined for other things, she was spurned by the Lycan Society as if she were an intruder. It was a memory that still burned in her soul. She knew she needed to rise above such personal considerations but it was hard when she still didn’t have much of a support network. Tomas was the only one who really knew about her fears and dreams. Tomas … and Jack Foley.
All of a sudden she absolutely needed to be in the burly lycan’s arms - if only she could get to him. She didn’t care how juvenile it seemed. She needed a sanctuary to give her strength before the meeting of leaders later that night - Jack was her safe place.
“Excuse me,” Yasmin said, nodding to Aurora and Almasy in turn. “I should attend to my guests.”
“Of course,” Aurora said.
Yasmin moved slowly through the throng of masked people, resisting the urge to rush back to her drawing room and stay there.
She received several compliments, but since she couldn’t recognize anyone she kept pushing blindly through the assembled guests.
Then, like a bolt from the blue, she saw him. An unshaven man in a splendid dinner suit wearing a fox mask. Had to be Jack. Same height. Same build. Same way of standing that warned people away. Same sense of humor - that fox mask was no coincidence. Better still, he seemed to be scanning the crowd too. Then their eyes met. He froze, then beckoned her to him quickly. She crossed the marble floor as quickly as her heels would allow. Resisting the impulse to jump him, Yasmin allowed the lycan to take her by the hand. She gestured to the door that led to her private drawing room. They slipped through quietly, hoping no one noticed.
“I can’t believe this is finally happening,” Jack muttered, spinning Yasmin around and placing his palms on her cheeks. “I fucking missed you.”
Yasmin felt a tear slide down her cheek. “Ditto, Jack,” she managed to say before Jack’s lips met hers. They kissed passionately, hungrily. Yasmin relished Jack’s familiar smell. It triggered memories of their magical night together in New York. It seemed like such a long time ago.
“How secure is this room?” Jack asked when he finally drew his lips away. He removed his mask and tossed it across the room disdainfully. Yasmin did the same. The time for masks was over.
“It’s private,” Yasmin said. “But someone could come in by mistake.”
“Then we’ll have to take a risk,” Jack said, cupping Yasmin’s buttocks with his strong hands. Her first impulse was to object, to say it wasn’t possible, but she wanted him so badly. In the end she turned her back to him so he could unzip her. She stepped out of her dress carefully and faced him wearing nothing but her scarlet lingerie.
Jack just stared at her hungrily while he removed his bow tie. Then his jacket. Yasmin almost swooned with expectation as he unbuttoned his shirt. She stepped forward and ran her hands across his hard chest, finding comfort there. She removed her bra slowly and pressed her body against him. Again she felt his strong hands kneading and stroking her buttocks. She gasped as he lifted her up to his waist. She wrapped her legs around him, allowing him to pull his trousers down. Then he was inside her, pressing her against the wall for balance. She kissed his neck with savage hunger, her body
“Of course,” Yasmin said. “It was my intention to spread the word.”
“Such an elegant solution,” Gustav said. “I look forward to working alongside you, Yasmin. The arachne are creatures of the night, just like you.”
“I’m glad you’re here,” Yasmin said. She didn’t quite know what to say. She realized she had a lot to learn about diplomacy and the art of polite conversation. What kind of queen was she? The truth was she was embarrassed to be talking to Aurora like this. It wasn’t so long ago that her heart was set on becoming a lycan. When the Mother had found out she was destined for other things, she was spurned by the Lycan Society as if she were an intruder. It was a memory that still burned in her soul. She knew she needed to rise above such personal considerations but it was hard when she still didn’t have much of a support network. Tomas was the only one who really knew about her fears and dreams. Tomas … and Jack Foley.
All of a sudden she absolutely needed to be in the burly lycan’s arms - if only she could get to him. She didn’t care how juvenile it seemed. She needed a sanctuary to give her strength before the meeting of leaders later that night - Jack was her safe place.
“Excuse me,” Yasmin said, nodding to Aurora and Almasy in turn. “I should attend to my guests.”
“Of course,” Aurora said.
Yasmin moved slowly through the throng of masked people, resisting the urge to rush back to her drawing room and stay there.
She received several compliments, but since she couldn’t recognize anyone she kept pushing blindly through the assembled guests.
Then, like a bolt from the blue, she saw him. An unshaven man in a splendid dinner suit wearing a fox mask. Had to be Jack. Same height. Same build. Same way of standing that warned people away. Same sense of humor - that fox mask was no coincidence. Better still, he seemed to be scanning the crowd too. Then their eyes met. He froze, then beckoned her to him quickly. She crossed the marble floor as quickly as her heels would allow. Resisting the impulse to jump him, Yasmin allowed the lycan to take her by the hand. She gestured to the door that led to her private drawing room. They slipped through quietly, hoping no one noticed.
“I can’t believe this is finally happening,” Jack muttered, spinning Yasmin around and placing his palms on her cheeks. “I fucking missed you.”
Yasmin felt a tear slide down her cheek. “Ditto, Jack,” she managed to say before Jack’s lips met hers. They kissed passionately, hungrily. Yasmin relished Jack’s familiar smell. It triggered memories of their magical night together in New York. It seemed like such a long time ago.
“How secure is this room?” Jack asked when he finally drew his lips away. He removed his mask and tossed it across the room disdainfully. Yasmin did the same. The time for masks was over.
“It’s private,” Yasmin said. “But someone could come in by mistake.”
“Then we’ll have to take a risk,” Jack said, cupping Yasmin’s buttocks with his strong hands. Her first impulse was to object, to say it wasn’t possible, but she wanted him so badly. In the end she turned her back to him so he could unzip her. She stepped out of her dress carefully and faced him wearing nothing but her scarlet lingerie.
Jack just stared at her hungrily while he removed his bow tie. Then his jacket. Yasmin almost swooned with expectation as he unbuttoned his shirt. She stepped forward and ran her hands across his hard chest, finding comfort there. She removed her bra slowly and pressed her body against him. Again she felt his strong hands kneading and stroking her buttocks. She gasped as he lifted her up to his waist. She wrapped her legs around him, allowing him to pull his trousers down. Then he was inside her, pressing her against the wall for balance. She kissed his neck with savage hunger, her body
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