Christopher Robinson
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“Do you think I'm a monster?” Myka asked in a whisper. “For feeling relief at seeing the corpses of my parents?” Peter swallowed; he didn't know how to respond. He wanted to support Myka and comfort him. But how could he? “Not exactly,” he finally said after taking a minute to process his thoughts. Peter licked his lips and swallowed before he continued. “I can't personally understand how you felt or what you went through,” he said. “Seeing my dead parents has been a nightmare I have…
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“Gorn’s… property?” Peter asked. “What…what does that mean?” “Exactly what I said,” Myka sighed. “I was owned by Gorn when I was still a part of Spring.” Peter tried desperately to swallow the lump in his throat but was struggling. “I need something to drink,” he said. “I have water in the tent,” Myka replied. Peter raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, right, I’ll take the other stuff.” Peter moved away from the fire and entered the tent. It was small but big enough for the…
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Myka greedily met Peter's kiss. Their lips barely touched before his tongue was already seeking entry. Peter opened his mouth, accepting and enjoying the familiar taste of peppermint and honey. Peter turned toward Myka, and Myka snaked his arm around Peter's waist, pulling him tightly against his body. He clung to him as though he might disappear at any moment. Their tongues danced together in a desperate and longing-filled tango. Myka squeezed Peter to him, slipping his hand under his shirt to knead…
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Peter and Myka sat awkwardly across the fire from one another. Myka stoked the flames with a branch, adjusting the logs as they crackled and popped with the heat of the blaze. Peter swallowed as he lifted his gaze to Myka. The golden red hues of the sky and the firelight’s radiance highlighted him in a way that made Peter’s throat dry. He closed his eyes to avoid the temptation, but that only made the strong smokey wood smell of the campfire stronger in his nostrils. A scent that had long been…
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They drove the last three miles in silence. But Peter kept thinking of his past. Peter was sure that he would die that night, and after staring into Leon's dead eyes, he welcomed it. But he didn't. Because it was the same night that Luna Corrine led her Valkyries on a raid to end Torgen's Rebellion. She had found him injured but alive in the cage. She brought him back to Winter with her. After he woke up, Peter told her who he was, his parents, and what he had witnessed during his time with the rogues.…
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Seven years ago, Peter was a very different person. He was shy and quiet, and though he had been all over the werewolf territories, he was naïve. He was born into a family of nomadic wolves. His parents both had come from nomads and never once considered the idea of joining a pack. They didn’t care one way or the other about the Goddess or the Alphas. They were just very curious. They traveled to see, touch, taste, and experience everything they could. If a pack invited them in to stay and experience…
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“No, no. That wasn't my intention at all,” Peter defended himself immediately. “But that's what you did,” Alice replied coldly. “You didn't ask. You didn't listen. You took what you wanted, and you ignored his wishes.” “I stopped!” “And how many times did he have to ask you to!” Alice growled. Peter clenched his jaw and looked away. “Too many,” he whispered. “At least you know that,” she replied quietly. Bell sat silently, taking a shaky breath. Alice took a deep breath,…
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“Whatever happened to Ashleigh,” Alice said. “Caleb is on his way to her side; he will let us know as soon as he can.” Bell nodded. “Sorry, Peter,” she said. “Please… tell us about Myka.” Peter took a deep breath and a drink of his water before he began. “Five years ago, as part of my training, I traveled between a lot of the lesser packs,” he began. “It was a way to learn treatments and remedies that Winter wasn’t already familiar with. While also increasing my chances of…
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464 Dreams Are Nice Caleb growled and grabbed hold of her hip tightly. He sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly as he held himself still. “Naughty girl,” he whispered breathily into her ear before plunging himself all the way to the hilt inside her. Ashleigh cried out and gripped tightly to the sheets at the sudden fullness. He thrust into her several times, holding tightly to her hip. Ashleigh moaned and cried out as each thrust sent another jolt through her body. Caleb thrust harder and…
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463 I'll Help You Ashleigh’s mind stirred; she felt the coolness of the sheets against her bare skin and smelled the melting wax and smoke from the candles lit around the room. ‘That’s weird,’ she thought. Knowing full well she had worn a nightgown to bed and hadn’t lit any candles. The bed moved just slightly behind her, dipping with a sudden weight, and then the heat of his body curling around her spread over her skin like wildfire. Ashleigh took a deep breath, inhaling his scent and…
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