Werewulf Journals 3: Hungry Pleasures Read Online Free PDF

lowered his
    voice, used it to incite his friend’s erotic cravings, to fuel his illicit hungers -- issuing an invitation to indulge his carnal temptation. “Shall I get her for you?”
    “What the hell kind of question is that?”
    Rickard leaned across the table. “The kind you must answer quickly. Choose carefully, for I will only make this offer once. This is your last chance…”
    Pavel closed his eyes on a deeply indrawn breath. “I see her, you know…the woman
    unrevealed. She tries to hide her vulnerabilities, but she is so open to hurt. She runs from herself, can’t see her own beauty. Courage is like a cloak around her, yet she has never truly opened herself to life. She is a lot like you in that she pretends enjoyment while hurting.
    Perhaps that is some of what draws me to her. Even in her hurried retreat, there was a quiet dignity. You had to have sensed what I did. You and I, we’ve gone through fire and turmoil.
    We can tell when another has endured like experiences. Whatever she has been through, she has come out the stronger for it.”
    Rickard snorted. His friend was so far gone he would never find his way home. Now
    he’d make him admit it. “Quickly, my love. Do you want her?”

    18 Camille Anthony
    Pavel’s eyelids snapped open to reveal green eyes almost swallowed in the incandescent power of pre-change. “Yes, damn you!” His words were guttural, rasped through gritted teeth. “I want her. I want to dive into that energy she has boiling around her. I want to test the strength of her resolve as well as the strength in her thighs. I want to awaken her to her own potential as I sample her scent at the core, drink her down, and gorge myself on her.”
    Rickard gasped, lower belly muscles flip-flopping at the green fire blazing in those
    beloved pupils. Such passion! Such desire! He’d once had it all to himself. He wanted it once more, wanted to bathe in that heat, wash himself clean in the molten flames of Pavel’s fervor.
    Pavel always made him want to be better than he was. His faith in him made him feel
    powerful and assured, determined to rule and live so he might one day find himself worthy of the fierce loyalty his premier Duke ever lavished on him.
    In truth, his foremost subject and friend was like a relentless force of nature. Pure, clean, uncontaminated by the world’s wickedness, Pavel was an innocent filled with passion and full of carnal fire. His commitment to his own standards constantly lost him potential power and positions, but he never bent, never compromised. His unwavering dedication had saved Rickard time and time again. Pavel was the only constant in his hectic, hedonistic life.
    He had to have him one more time. He had to. To that end, he would ruthlessly press his advantage. “Enough to share her with me, hmm…?”
    When he didn’t answer right away, Rickard leaned forward, placing his hand over
    Pavel’s clenched fist.
    “Pavel, you know I love you, despite the fact that we haven’t held each other like that for many, many years. It’s not only sexual, though I always want to fuck you. We shared one year during a time of hell and torture. I would have had the heart and humanity burned out of me if not for having you as my anchor. I know you never had the same depth of feelings for me. Nevertheless, beloved, I have never stopped -- could never stop loving you. Don’t ask it of me. It would be like cutting out the only living part of me.”
    Rickard paused as his voice thickened with emotion rarely expressed. “If I must give
    you up, totally, it will be to a woman of my choosing. As your ruling sovereign, I have that right. The woman who wins you, wins a great prize, wins my kingdom’s greatest treasure.
    We both know I’d have no kingdom without you.”
    Pavel bowed his head, averted his gaze. “You give me too much credit.”
    Rickard shook his head, hand tightening on Pavel’s. Pleased warmth flooded him when
    the older man turned his palm up and