During the first months she always had nightmares about Thalagar. The unfortunate insults the wretch hurled at him when he was repudiated. After the first year, she had finally given up on looking for him. She couldn't bear to have to tell him that her husband was the horror of what had happened. She would end up creating more fights among his family. Richard was already downcast and bored too much.
-You should have looked for me. - Richard was serious. - I'm your husband. I will always be around to listen when you need to tell me or tell me something. That would have saved you more confusion and heartache, Cassie. For us both.
-I could not. – she was quite sleepy. She had forgotten to mention something very important, but she couldn't remember. Her eyes were terribly heavy.
- I was afraid of how you would react...
Only fear, woman? You looked like an angry cat. But everything is fine. It's over, Morgan thought absently.
- If you had told me it would have saved a lot. – He just said.
-Maybe... – she spoke airily. The drink quickly started to make her relax. - When Black Coral arrived... Zagorra was wounded. Dying. Cornor fired as Zagorra stepped in front of me. I hadn't seen Cornor. Phili found the perfect opportunity to turn a profit.
Morgan shook his head in amazement. Then the unfortunate like an animal had shot the girl in the back.
-I got scared. – Kassuim continued, closing his eyes. "I knew there was no way to escape.
His surprise could not be greater.
-Fear? Of me? – he stopped to look at her.
Kassuim sighed.
- I imagined your reaction. It certainly wasn't the kind of woman you'd imagine... The women that surrounded the castle every time the ship arrived...
Morgan mentally cursed. Will! Why the hell hadn't Will decided to raise his daughter in the safety of the castle? Michael had noticed without even suspecting it. Her insecurity. He was going to take care to keep Mayra at a distance. The pack could protect the girl from the Order of Light and its fanatical followers.
-But why? – he wondered. - You could...
-Oh, Willian didn't want to. In fact, he had forbidden me to approach.
His surprise knew no bounds. Because? What was Will's reason for this? Kassuim already looked quite sleepy. For a moment her eyes closed and she opened them again, stubbornly resisting sleep.
-She didn't tell anyone and Vladimir agreed to keep it a secret. Faith...
Richard didn't want children. Not that he would put her life at risk with a pregnancy.
She was now very sleepy.
- In the village of the gypsies...
Morgan's mouth tightened with tense muscles. The child. Mercy, he was going to have to explain that to Rick. Explain about the first date. And the reason it disappeared, and...
- Well, everything will be resolved. - He took her hand. - I'll sort out all this mess.
Kassuim's fingers tightened on hers.
- Weren't you angry?
Maybe he could scream with frustration. Or go after Thalagar. The idea was very tempting.
-No, maybe a little. - There was sincerity in her comment.
The woman should have sought him out at the first opportunity.
-I felt you even before Gaia caught up with Estrela.- Kassuim said finally, his eyes heavy and closed.- It was... It was scary. Desiring something so much and suddenly without expecting it...
-I know. He sighed in agreement. He remembered his surprise when he found out. He could never have imagined that the boy he was supposed to escort was precisely her. I love you, sweetie. - He spoke low, but the woman was sleeping soundly.
He himself had terrible memories of that day. The flames that lit up the cold night, the screaming, the pile of mutilated bodies in the gardens. It was not a pleasant sight. Much less for a child. It was the first time he had transformed. The change was brutal, violent and immediate when he found the child cornered by ICHICHOS.
The woman had survived the onslaught of those creatures when he had finally leaped through the rubble and advanced towards her, propelling his paws into a fantastic leap to protect her. The family anxiously awaited the rescue. It was to be a simple escort for Lilandra to return to Scarlet with her infant daughter. Morgan accompanied his uncle on his first voyage, relishing the opportunity to prove himself as he dreamed of setting out to sea. He had just turned 17. He looked forward to coming of age to join the Corsair Armada. He had saved the child and delivered the family. The people watched the castle in flames. She was about ten years old... Will watched the rescue until he took the child in his arms.
-Did he hit you in the head?
If he had hurt? The impression was that he was about to explode. Her knotted stomach churned. The vision was a tangle of blurred images.
-Not! - she bit her lips, confused and frowning.
He watched her, experiencing something far deeper than desire. The immense relief gradually made his tense muscles relax. He had never been so afraid. The fear was terrible to see her at knifepoint. That woman had an unconscious sensuality as provocative as the body so intimately pressed against hers. He breathed in her scent. Never before had he experienced such a strong reaction to a woman. In that hut...
That night, Kassuim slept soundly in her husband's arms without nightmares or tossing and turning until the crack of dawn. When she woke up, it was almost dawn, looking scared around with accelerated breathing, her husband hugged her, murmuring in her ear that everything was fine. Instinctively she curled up and fell asleep.
On the outskirts of the privateer camp, a treacherous lone wolf lay in wait. Your prey. Sooner or later the opportunity would come. Just wait. He had all the calm in the world for that.
He was a lone wolf, stray from the pack. He was out for revenge. Philip Morgan was just waiting for the moment. He had lost a fortune.
He expelled the air from his lungs in a long, frustrated sigh.
-What was he looking for? – She asked without much hope.
- Pieces of Four? – the woman looked terribly confused.
He tried to hide his surprise. The supposed little girl had been brought into the Armada at a very young age and badly injured. No one believed it would survive. It was unusual to survive an ICHICHO attack.
- You really know how to be stubborn. -He complained as he sat down next to her getting his own dinner. - Let's feed you first.
Kassuim looked at him mutely. She wasn't a child to be treated like that. And the food, quite suddenly I had lost my appetite. She eyed his dinner of baked fish and potatoes. She rolled her eyes.
-Philip... Is he still around? Richard...
She wanted to know what had happened in all those months. Where were they? How much time did they have left? Muir attacked and...
-Cassie...- He put a finger on her soft lips. – I want you to eat. We're safe at the cabin. Nearby is the gypsy village and..
-But...
- We'll talk later, Mrs. Impatient. Now I'm going to feed her.
He kissed her lightly on the mouth. Gently he bit her lower lip, eliciting a smile from her. Oh, God. Was he really going to treat her like a child? His playful demeanor was full of promise. His hot breath against her skin made Kassuim dizzy. He wasn't even touching her, but she felt intoxicated by his closeness. That was the end of it.
She was waiting for questions she couldn't answer. Only it was a fun, sensual and provocative Richard who was staring at her. What did he intend? Seduce the wife who had run away?
-Open your mouth. I will not be moved by pouts to avoid dinner.
Oh! Kassuim opened her mouth in surprise when she felt the spicy and seasoned piece of roasted fish and chewed in wonder. Hmmmm. It wasn't that bad though...
He was also chewing slowly, watching her with a smirk.
-It's not that bad, although sorcerers appreciate fresher foods more. Most?
Suddenly she wasn't hungry at all. His proximity was starting to make her too restless to eat.
-Most? she asked despondently.
He chuckled in satisfaction as he got even closer.
-Oh, I really always want more with you. - He murmured seductively.
Was he really flirting with her? It was a tremendous injustice. It was always like that when she wanted to do his bidding. The eternal mania of giving orders and controlling. She was stunned. What did he intend?
This time it was a piece of baked bread that she chewed slowly.
That was a downfall. Was he really going to feed her by mouth? She listened indifferently to the wine he poured into her glass before tasting the fish again. He was smiling very satisfied as he put a juicy piece of potato with sauce in her mouth that ran down her chin. She was starting to feel embarrassed. She stopped dazed with him kissing him and licking the sauce on her skin with a shudder.
The taste was divine. Potatoes. She was crazy about vegetables.
- Most? she asked hoarsely. - You know, I think that later, when you have that wound completely healed, we could try it on other parts of the body. The taste is irresistible.
Her eyes widened. Confused. What did the man intend to do? She was starting to forget the initial nervousness of the questions he was going to ask. She was shocked. He was slow as always, he also knew how to be sensual and provocative.
-More potatoes. I think I've changed my mind. I am hungry.
His smile was devastating. Kassuim was beginning to feel that way. She loved potatoes, even with the sauce it was delicious, even more, when he licked his fingers or the sauce that ran.
Oh, that wasn't a good idea.
- Really good, my stubborn. Although I must admit that my favourite dish is another one. - The whisper was hoarse in her ears.-Glad you gained the weight back. And he learned to eat meat and eat better. I just hate vegetables.
It really wasn't good. She began to feel a terrible heat go through her body. Wish. That voice sent delicious shivers down her spine. His eyes were bluer, much darker and deeper this time, radiating endless sensual promise.
What did he intend to do? She watched him sip his wine with a devilish smile lighting up his face before he turned back to her, searching for his mouth. His hand delved into the hair at the back of her neck, gently forcing her head back. The wonderful mouth was on hers and without expecting a smooth and sweet wine trickled down her throat slowly. More torrid memories came to her mind.
"Wow! Is that what he intends? My resistance to him is zero. I'm really lost!"
- Good? how about wine? His mouth was still on hers and she could feel his breathing begin to quicken.
-Yummy. -she replied with her face flushing.
-Very delicious indeed. - Morgan agreed as he touched her lips with his fingers caressing her mouth. It- Definitely provocative...
-Are you... Are you flirting with me? she managed to ask in disbelief.
She had expected a fight or argument. She had expected anything but that sexy, provocative Philip. He was egging her on slowly and purposefully.
- No not yet. We're just having dinner - replied naughtily and his hand now ran with the tip of his fingers the strings of the shirt she was wearing. "You know, I haven't even tasted my favourite dish yet.
Kassuim swallowed hard. It wasn't going to work out. The unfortunate man was ready to drive her crazy. All of his senses were heightened. The sound of his breathing low and husky, the blood starting to rush through her veins, his scent. His head was leaning against hers, forehead to forehead.
She was anxious. She wanted him to kiss her.
- I'm not that nice tone. – He spoke in a low voice. -I'll drive you crazy. I think I can do this because of a little boy I found. And perhaps we can negotiate the matter of the wedding ceremony...
-I'm not going to marry you. I can live by your side. But no marriage.
Damn it. It was clear that he was irritated by this. She needed to explain.