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Chapter 1
JADE
Months Earlier
The moment my sister Scarlett mentioned driving out to the middle of the woods to stay at Ace Servite’s cabin for a whole week, I knew things were going to be fucked. I guess what I never thought was that I was going to be the one getting fucked. Well there might have been some wishful thinking.
Stella and I arrived two days ago, driving out in an SUV we borrowed from Stella’s uncle Stephan Silver, with Kai, Jax and Ruby. Drake decided to stay back, and given his history with Scarlett and Ace, it was kind of obvious he’d skip out. But unfortunately to our unsuspecting surprise, Carrington and her posse of pretentious bitches showed up as well. Luckily, they’ve managed to keep out of our way, their snide comments almost impossible to ignore but ignored nonetheless.
However, things became pretty unsettling when Scarlett failed to show up. I texted her asking if they were on their way, but when she didn’t reply I figured she was probably still hanging around at Ace’s mega mansion, either spending the night in his bed, or hiding away from his skeevy uncle. I tried not to worry too much about something happening to her there, particularly something at the hands of that fucker Wesley Servite who’s been harassing us, mainly Scar, since we met him all those years ago. However, I have a feeling that as fucked up as her relationship with Ace is, it’s real. He wouldn’t let her come to any harm and that’s exactly what I’m counting on. Though a small part of me was still a bit worried something else could have happened, especially since the rest of the Horsemen also failed to make their impending arrival.
Things took a turn for the better when I was told they were on their way, well more like I overheard Drea mention to Kinsley that her twin brother Alek, one of the Horsemen, called and informed her they were on their way. Finally my nerves calmed. I mean I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, I just happened to be walking out of the room I’m sharing with Stella and Ruby and the door to theirs happened to be open. I’m not entirely sure what took them so long but was relieved when they finally arrived.
Now as for the cabin we’re staying in, if I can even call it that, it’s like nothing I’ve seen before. Well unlike anything except for the beach houses, the Servite’s Manor, and the Silver’s Estate which I’ve visited on a few occasions with Stella. Ace’s family cabin is huge yet slightly less in your face if that makes any sense. Maybe it’s because it was lacking the pretentious, egomaniac dicks usually sulking around in them, but now that they’re all here, it’s just as exaggeratingly swanky.
My friends and I went out to explore a bit of the property yesterday and have come out once again today, setting up camp by some tables near the lake at the edge of the woods. The Horsemen set up a bonfire and grilled up some burgers, while we drank and mingled amongst each other. Overall it’s turning out to be a good night.
It’s beautiful and peaceful out here, definitely somewhere I could lose myself in. In a good way though. I’ve always been a lover of nature and the outdoors, maybe it’s the wolf in me begging to roam wild and free. I’ve always associated myself with the majestic yet solemn creature, and not only because of my last name Wolfe, but because I’ve lived my life like a lone wolf, in search of a pack. I lost mine early on if I even really had one to begin with. Then I thought I found one momentarily, with my stepsister Scar, and then again with the foster kids I met at the Grayson’s Foster House we were taken to, but the unimaginable happened and here we are.
At square one, a ripple in the tight knit pack I once had, threatening to tear it apart for good. I know my sister didn’t mean it, I know she had unexpected and unexplainable reasons, but it happened nonetheless, and I fear things won’t ever be the same.
Not to mention the only real member of mypack, my brother, wants nothing to do with me.
Maybe it’s for the best. I hate to be dependent on someone else, I hate to rely on anyone for anything really. I’ve been on my own for as long as I can remember and I sort of prefer things that way. Even from the time when it was just Scar and me, there was always something happening that was preventing us from being happy. Most of the time, that something was getting the shit beat out of me for merely existing.
My father got locked up for a while when I was about seven, and for almost three years, I felt the wrath of his whore Lilith. When he finally was released, for the most part her beatings stopped, but then her wrath came in the form of verbal abuse and overall neglect.
I survived, the will in me, the will of a wolf born to fight, prevailed. Now I’m where I least expected I’d ever be, in a ritzy town, full of cocky assholes and superficial princesses, sticking out like a sore fucking thumb.
How fucking fun.
???
Later that night
That was not a kiss, it was an awakening. A sensual and passionate caress of two lips, two tongues who were always meant to meet. The entwinement of two souls, something only found in the most decadent of fantasies. Our bodies were pressed tightly together, his hands rough and strong gripped my hips as I became intoxicated by the taste of him. Sweet, soft, and so damn addicting. I was hypnotized by the feel of him over me, yet hyper aware of what was happening.
Then I froze, he grabbed my ass hard, snapping me out of the overwhelming sexual hypnosis, bringing me back to the moment. I recalled his crass attitude as he made it a point to declare how perturbed he was to have to lock lips with me. It was mocking, and utterly embarrassing. Completely different then what he was showing me with the gentle caress of his lips against mine, which left me wondering if this was all a game to him. Was he just doing this to prove to hisfriendshe could in fact get the heartless bitch to make out with him, or did he feel the same heart skipping sensations that threatened to send me into cardiac arrest. The anxiety of not knowing which of the two it was, crippled me, so in total justified retaliation, I bit him.
Who’s the one laughing now?
Clearly not me since I left shortly after, running back to the safety of the cabin needing to put as much space as I could between me and his overwhelming presence. He was everywhere, his scent intoxicating and infiltrating every ounce of oxygen around me, his voice so deep, and gravelly, coated in honey and sprinkled with an edge of seduction. A face incomparably beautiful, perfect in every sense of the word, with silver eyes that look into the depths of your soul, and the most alluring lips. God his fucking mouth was made to be kissed. Lips thick and silky, tongue wet, commanding, and fucking pierced. Our tongues waged war against one another until no one was left standing. He tasted of liquor and something pleasantly sweet I can’t seem to pinpoint. Nonetheless it was invigorating.
However, the casualty of war wasme. I was the one left heated, horny, and formidably confused.
We were all having a jolly good time, actually getting along for a second there before the bitch ruined it. Kinsley fucking Carlyle, the spoiled brat with hair spun of golden silk and a face surely carved from the most expensive porcelain. How someone that beautiful and can be such a vile human being is staggering. Kinsley decided to start running her mouth when I suggested we play a classic game of truth or dare, making a dig at Stella’s virginity and lack of experience. God she's so goddamn infuriating, so in usual Jade fashion, I taunted the bitch.
Mind you kissing Sebastian was an unexpected yet appreciated result, but in usual Bass fashion, he drove me wild, insulting me prior to consuming me of course. To be honest I wouldn’t have it any other way. Masochism is an illness, one I apparently suffer from. The question is do I want to be cured or addicted?
Once again the obvious answer is the latter. He kissed me, devoured my mouth with his, and now I’m left panting, dangerously aroused, and fucking irritated. Not to mention watching my sister and Ace getting it on shortly after, practically dry fucking humping in front of us got me all hot and bothered. As if I needed any more reason. Ace and Scar retired to their room just moments ago, together although not with the widest of smiles on their faces.
So I left too. I couldn’t take another moment of watching Kinsley hang around Sebastian, twirling her hair around her finger as she spoke to him, batting those fake eyelash extensions at him. He glanced back at me often, his eyes creasing at the corners when he’d see me too close to Kai, or playfully hitting Jaxon on the arm, which drove me to continue to toy with them. However, the burning of his glare on me was too much to handle, and like an old car engine in the peak of summer my cooling system gave out and I overheated.
I find myself leaning against the railing of the steps heading toward the wrap around porch, my mind teetering on the edge of madness with thoughts of Sebastian running his hands up my sides, tangling his fingers in my hair painfully tugging it, and pushing the thick bulge visible in his pants into my needy pussy. I close my eyes imagining the look of lust consuming him and making him lose total control, when I hear a soft whimper escape my lips. Unsure if it was voiced out loud or in my head I ignore it, until I hear someone gruffly clearing their throat.
Fuck.
Opening my eyes, I come face to face with a sight I’ve never witnessed before. I’d say it’s Sebastian standing before me, but he’s un-fucking-recognizable. He’s got this crazed look in his eyes, low and hazy, eyebrows creased practically touching at the center of his forehead, as he looks at me like a starved animal and I’m his first meal in ages. Dark, penetrating, and unequivocally wanton.
