She was certainly some ancient's daughter. Or maybe not. Will was not de perfect ancient.
But what was she is doing there? It didn't make any sense.
Guardians never attacked wolves, and the girl had narrowly escaped if she hadn't interfered. Another more significant detail puzzled him. Wolves were not sensitive to the cold, the temperature was higher than a normal human.
-I'll take you back to the castle! - warned grimly.
He could curse. He was going to take her back to the castle before he gave in to the unfortunate temptation.
Cassie looked at him, thinking of the family. Will...
He tolerated it for the sake of the family, truth should be told. He was the eldest who took care of everyone after his wife's death. And family meant more than anything. Hawaii Jackie was always the most resistant to care and was always in trouble and confusion with smuggling and piracy. Despite being one of the best. There was Faith, always too temperamental. Adam, the youngest. Will smiled with the younger boy's support among his nephews. His great sadness was that Jackie had dropped out of school in Europe. She expected an administrator he knew of the laws. Richard was more of the practical type. He made the decisions and then asked. He knew how to observe and act justly despite his impulsiveness.
Michael… Ah, Michael… His forbidden love for Christina had pushed the boy far too far from the family. He had not even attended the funeral rites at the castle. And there were always rumours. A child. A boy who lived protected and away from the wolves.
The incredible family of wolves. And Cassie… just didn't fit into that environment.
Skilled sorceress. But the accidental spells were starting to get too much attention. He needed to get her away and keep the girl safe.
Philip... Hecate has mercy.
Knowing that he was the foster child and that he had been raised abandoned without affection… she had given him a terrible temper that not even Adam, always as gentle as those huge dark browns, could soothe.
Will still remembered the joy of the boy's arrival in the family. When no one else expected such a gift. To think of his first years, so many difficulties with his asthma problems... So careful. Adam was always going to be the eternal playful kid who could never see a ball and friends for fun.
Rick was aware of Will's difficulties with the council. Maybe keeping everyone together in Scarlet wasn't right anymore. Starting over somewhere else with the family altogether... The plague still afflicted humans.
Will dreamed of the table full and the muddled confusion of his nephews... And the castle... The memories of that place... of his beloved wife killed him.
Philip knew all this and had taken advantage of it, hoping to get possessions from an inheritance he had no right to.
The inheritance... He was so different. The death of one of his nephews suddenly changed everything. Dead Joe raised other priorities. He needed to keep everyone together.
Every family had its quarrels, but no one was like Philip who had stayed with them just out of greed hoping for a marriage with a handsome dowry. He didn't love anyone. Of course, being a foster child and enjoying the family's hospitality hadn't been enough. He was the kind of man who always got what he wanted, with his whining and always playing the victim and the poor thing. If only Jackie could put any responsibility on Philip's head...or Adam...and Will was looking for the boy said to be his dead nephew's son. He intended to bring him to live with his family.
Philip's arrival...
-I will not come back! - the statement came too quickly.- Good. Philip...I can not stand...
Cassie sighed. She hated being there with the possibility of Phil arriving at any moment, always pestering her. The mysterious death of her friend made her very suspicious. Marcus had helped the girl during a big storm. Only the orders were that no one approached her because of Phil's sick jealousy. And when Marcus had been caught by horses racing down the road...
Then she had run away.
Rick looked at her seriously. Hells! He was going to end up doing nonsense. Just a wolf?
-They don't know you're here, do they? - he marvelled at approaching. - God, do you realize how much you could have been hurt? What's your name, petite loup?
Kassuim was unable to face him. The affliction came back intensified from before. If Will found out ... She couldn't tell the truth.
-No one would care. - The comment was full of hurt when she got up, breaking the brief contact suddenly.
"I would go, honey." To hell Phil!
Richard intercepted the path that prevented her from leaving the tent. His hand held hers tightly. An imperceptible tremor made her shiver. Before he knew it, his hands held her face with strained expressions. Capturing the surprised look again, he gave in to the animal instinct. She was not leaving at all. His mouth was close to hers.
-Please ... - The plea came too low.
He took a deep breath of the jasmine scent that seemed to penetrate his skin.
-Please. what honey? - the voice was a velvety caress. - Do you want me to stop, ma petite?
She closed her eyes apprehensively. Everything was getting out of hand. No one there should know who it was. The hand on the skin gave the sensation of intense burning. An admirable heat was beginning to make her very aware of his presence.
Not a moment later Kassuim wondered if everything was not a delusion. The mouth over hers was deliciously soft and provocative. She had never been kissed before. Not like that. Not knowing how she was in his arms.
It was everything she had dreamed of. No, she had only imagined it. The caress was intense making her ears hum while his tongue searched for hers in an interminable kiss that took her breath away. Her hands gripped his arms, noticing the bicep muscles absorbing his taste. Wine. It certainly got drunk faster than a glass of wine. She was moaning in the male mouth, responding out of the female instinct.
Richard tried to take a deep breath. The low moan of pleasure had direct effects on his entire body from the waist down. That mouth was exactly what he could imagine. There was a kind of appeal in the way she seemed to capture his will, in return. Her taste was divine. He didn't use to lose control like that. He intensified the kiss, realizing the surprising reaction. She probed timidly. Proving. Feeling and assimilating.
The blood running through his veins had the effect of a siren song in his ears. It was a mixture of senses. It was not a child in his arms. She was a ready woman instigating seduction and receptive to their mutual attraction.
"Damn it!"
It reminded him of a very distant time. Before Katie's disappointment in her life. The mouth went down the slender neck between successive and wet kisses. The girl was a wolf. His eyes gleamed black as the night when the fangs were prominent. He could naturally give in to his desires and taste her blood. He stops.
-Excuse me! - Kassuim spoke breathlessly. Her voice showed all his disappointment.
The abrupt way in which he had part. She had done something wrong as usual!
Morgan's eyes widened, capturing her frustration, troubled. The girl seemed as affected by the caress as he was. Only the disappointment in the emerald eyes ... He cursed mentally. He was very attentive to her deep breathing, but it showed excitement in an uninhibited way before showing fear. It tasted different ... sweet and attractive.
The urge to taste even more was so overwhelming that he stepped back without action.
"Please... Tell me you've been kissed before ..."
- Your father must be worried. - He managed to speak hesitantly.
Kassuim swallowed. She wanted to continue experiencing the intoxicating sensations he aroused, but she could only have displeased him. Something was suddenly bothering him. It was wrong at least! Except that there would be no other opportunity like that ...
She couldn't believe the feeling of well-being when being embraced by him. It was just a kiss ... There was a warmth in the piercing blue eyes that piqued his instinct. For a moment, she can see the flame of desire in the cloudy look. During the past two years, she had only had a chance to observe him from afar. Childish admiration had left room for stronger feelings because of the lack of affection.
-I ... did I bother you? - she wanted to know disgusted.
-Dieu Sacré! Morgan sighed. - You don't know what you're talking about ...
He was going to take the girl away from him. His hands, however, had an entirely different intention than his mind. He snuggled the girl against him with a low groan. He fought desires because the little wolf waved countless promises. The heart sped up.
She was desirable and attractive ... He got drunk again in another deep kiss. Ah, none of that was right. If the girl was a wolf as she had shown herself, there would naturally be implications ... She was the daughter of one of the Council ancients. The revolt ignited him. He wouldn't accept any human if there was a female of their kind after so many years.
The girl was very receptive to his incentives, only as fast as the wine she was intoxicating, he noticed her hesitation. He turned his head away to catch the indecisive eyes.
Damn the damned traditions.