Weres

42. Passionate Nights

Steve and Christine had left for their hometown last night. Marley cherished the two days she spent with her family. After the traumatizing ordeal with the lycans and the knights, she was grateful to once again be the little girl of her mum and dad.

Steve and Christine, after inspecting each and every corner, had agreed for Marley's move in to the pack house—or as they assumed 'the hostel facility for teens'. 

Marley had been busy since early morning packing her stuff. Today she was shifting to the pack house. Her packing was mostly done. 

Now, only one thing was left to do: Knocking some sense into the boy who was driving her mad with his nonsense!

"Vincent couldn't hold it anymore when the naughty temptress was seducing him in more than a million ways," Eden recited the words from the book in his hands. His tone turned sultry to taunt Marley. "The heat of desire burned like a fire as he saw Lyla licking her lips, an invitation for him to let go of all sanity. He—"

"Eden!" Marley roared. "Stop!" Once again, she made a futile attempt to catch the annoying werewolf, but he sidestepped, easily dodging her and jumped to the other corner of the small room.

Marley cursed his supernatural speed.

"He wanted her. Right now," Eden continued, adding an exaggerated moan to tease his mate. "Finally, Vincent threw all the caution out of the window and latched onto Lyla hungrily. His lips claimed hers, their tongues more tangled than a knot. Lyla's hand traced his bulging arms, prompting him in return to grope her sexy arse."

Eden lowered the book slightly to look at the red-faced Marley. "Ooh, that's hot. Some heavy stuff that you're reading. Huh?" He commented.

"You jerk! Give it back to me!"

"The good part is just starting Marley." Eden laughed before moving his eyes back on Marley's book. "Where was I?... Yes, here. She gasped when Vincent's big, tempting loins pressed against her own needy and heated core. They..." Eden went on, riling his mate with every word.

Marley could only glare at the rowdy boy too tired to chase him around now. She regretted the moment when she had let Eden come to her house and help her with the packing. 

He did everything but help!

"Lyla wasted no time in unbuckling his belt, and pulling down those offending jeans. She was starving. Her palms cupped the throbbing erection of her lover." Eden wheezed. "Vincent moaned, his hand kneading her plump breast, while the other one massaged her asscheeks."

Finally, he looked up from the printed letters, and saw a fuming face of his human. He pictured her as an angry kitten. One adorable kitten. Even if she could turn into a dangerous lioness, for him she'd always be a kitten.

Eden's eyes unconsciously slid down to Marley's breasts— a grey sweatshirt was covering them. It was heaving up and down because of her heavy breaths. The sight was arousing. He couldn't help but wonder what it'd be like to treat them just as Vincent was treating those of Lyla's.

Don't stare, his inner conscience warned. But the devil inside him rationalized that if anyone who had the right to stare at her round fleshy chest, it was him.

Obviously, Eden listened to the devil.

His brows knitted in confusion when her breasts started to become bigger. It took him a few seconds to realize that his area of interest wasn't getting any bigger, but Marley was stomping toward him. Before he could bolt, she was already standing in front of him, blocking his way.