Frankie (Through Time 4)

Darmon was her only regret. In choosing Pestale, she had lost the life she had envisioned with Darmon.

Darmon was a strong and handsome alpha wolf, and she had thought…but then, she saw Pestale and now Pestale was all she wanted.

When Pestale looked at her the day they met, she felt the blush swim through her blood and burn her cheeks. His thoughts were written in his dark eyes and suddenly she found herself in his bed.

When she confessed to Darmon, he had been devastated. He had accused Pestale of putting a spell on her, but she told him it wasn’t true although…sometimes, she wondered.

She could feel her free will, her longing for him almost as a separate entity. Thus, this couldn’t be a spell. It was all too real. He wasn’t evil, simply misunderstood. She was sure of it.

She knew her own mind, and she knew Pestale. Yes, he had told her that he had done some awful things, but his goal had been pure. He wanted to save the Human Realm from the constant destruction the humans were committing against the land and the creatures that inhabited it.

He had told her to look for herself and she had. She saw the wars, the genocide, the blood, the hunting for sport. She saw the icebergs melt and fall away, the polar bears starving in their habitat.

He was correct. Humans needed guiding.

And she gave herself to him. She was immortal with eternity ahead, and she had decided to share it with the Dark Prince. Had that been only six months ago when they had met? It seemed like yesterday to her.

Why did her mind always call for Darmon when she least expected it to? His name brought a smile to her lips. His image gave her doubts. How could she be so enraptured with Pestale and still think of Darmon?

When she was with Pestale, it was like nothing she had ever imagined. She could think of no one but him. She wanted to please only him.

She blinded herself to the darkness in him and when his dark rose up and repulsed her, she ignored it. She told herself she would bring out the light in him. She was so sure there was light in him.

She told herself that the Dark Prince Pestale was so much more than he realized he was. She believed he had a depth in him as yet untapped, a depth that she was sure she could reach, yank out and weave around him so that she could pull him into her world and keep him out of his.

She adored him beyond

reason, beyond hope. He made her feel so many things and his love-making had bewitched her. Lust took over whenever he bedded her and she couldn’t think.

She found she was able to satisfy and please him. She, unlike her shapeshifter mother, could take on many forms…all seductive.

She thought that she might even have some darkness in her—after all, her father was a Blue Demon. At the very least, she understood the darkness in Pestale. She knew he could dissolve it, turn it into ash, she knew this because her father had done so for her mother.

Her parents had forbidden her to see Pestale.

Suddenly she realized Darmon was at their front door. She picked up on his scent and absurdly it made her smile with genuine pleasure. She started out of her room, pleased at the prospect of greeting Darmon when a sound behind her made her turn.

Pestale had shifted back into her room, and moved to take a stand between her and the bedroom door. What was he doing here? He had only just left.

He stood naked as he took her hand and pulled her to him. Without realizing what he was doing, she saw that they were in the hallway, and wondered at it.

She felt his cock against her body, which he had blinked naked. He took it with his hand and rubbed it against her belly, and she shivered, as she responded.

With the flick of his hand, a hard back wooden chair was in place. He sat down and pulled her to him, before he coupled her breasts and licked her nipples.

What was he doing? And Darmon…Darmon was at the door. Would the alpha just leave?

“Climb on, little one, now,” he said in a voice she found difficult to resist. His voice seemed to fill her head. She climbed on, but something kept telling her to run. How odd. Why would she want to run from the man she loved?

Pestale held her hips and as he slammed her down on his rod, she realized she wasn’t even ready for him, she wasn’t wet, she…

He rotated her hips and told her, “Move…throw your head back and move…”

She didn’t want to, Darmon was at the door. But she did as he asked.

All at once the sun streamed down the hallway as the door was flung open, and she knew, Pestale had opened the door. He had wanted this. He had wanted Darmon to see him like this with her!

It took everything she had to jump off Pestale, because he told her to stay but she couldn’t. How could she?