Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

“What do you want?” Janice asked as the door went ajar.

“I need your help,” Blaze mumbled. He leaned on the door for a few seconds, before walking into the room.

“Please.” He added seeing the glare on her face.

“I’m glad you know I can be useful to you. Besides, I don’t think I am willing to help you.” Janice said.

She giggled whilst swiping at her phone screen.

“I’m sorry, Janice. For everything that I did to you and I’ll do whatever you want. You need to help me.” Blaze begged, agitated.

“Is it about the witch?”

He nodded and yanked at his hair in frustration.

Janice sighed. She stood from where she sat and walked towards the window. Then walked up to him. “I’ll help you but with a condition.”

“That is?” Blaze tilted his head.

Janice walked back to the centre of the room and stripped slowly, seductively. She grasped her breasts and licked her bottom lip before flashing him a suggestive wink.

“What are you doing?” Blaze frowned as she walked towards him slowly.

Her hand splayed on his broad chest, moving down slowly, she clutched his dick, squeezing hard.

She let her eyes linger there before lifting them to meet him. “Fuck me.”

Blaze shook his head and nudged her, hard enough to make her move an inch from him.

“Fuck me, Blaze.” She said a little louder.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Janice walked up to him yet again and shoved his chest. “Fuck me and stop acting like a fucking coward!”

Blaze let out a grunt and tugged her into him. He groaned inwardly as her breasts smacked his chest.

His eyes narrowed at her. “I’m no freaking coward.”

Janice snorted. “Then show me.”

She lifted herself on tiptoes and placed her lips on his.

She teased his lips slowly, attempting to incite a response from him.

He was freaking rigid! He didn’t budge. She wondered what the bitch had done to him because the Blaze she knew was warmer than this.

This Blaze seemed cold and freaking unreachable.

Janice glared at him and shoved at his chest but he didn’t let her go.

“Screw you, Blaze. Screw the freaking whore you are willing to help. I know she’ll be dead in no time and I’ll be the first to celebrate when it happens!”

“Never!” Blaze growled.

“Yes and…”

He cupped her face, his head dipped and he covered her mouth with his, shutting her up.

Startled at the intrusion, Janice stilled in his powerful arms unmoving for a few seconds before her brain finally grasped what was happening.

Shit! He was kissing her. Just like how she had imagined. Hot and frenzied.

Blaze was fucking kissing her!

She believed she got to fulfil her wish. Finally, she would get him to fuck her as well.

‘Stop! She’s not ours.’ Red roared.

Blaze grunted, shutting out his voice. Of course, he knew Janice wasn’t his. And he fucking knew she wanted this for a while. But he had been brushing her off.

He didn’t see her as someone he could fuck.

But he needed to do so now.

Arabella’s life was at stake and only Janice could help her and go against Sandro’s will at the same time.

Sandro was only lenient with Janice. Blaze believed he saw her as a little sister.

However, she was the pawn he’d be using to keep Arabella alive. He didn’t mind her using him in return.

He needed to save his mate. Yes, Arabella was his freaking mate.

And he doubted life would be any meaningful without her.

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“Darling.” Janice began. She caressed Blaze’s back which was turned to her. “Thanks for allowing me to feel you.”

She moved toward him and wrapped her arms around him.

She could do anything to experience the pleasure she had experienced a few minutes ago.

Goodness, Blaze was amazing. She had imagined how he was going to be in bed and she was glad she hadn’t been disappointed.

“Please, stop.” Blaze rasped. She was beginning to make his skin crawl.

To say he regretted fucking the whore was an understatement. Although it was the only available option, he wished he hasn’t done so.

The urge to throw up surged through him and he pushed the thoughts down.

“Are you regretting what we have? I regret nothing and I’d gladly go again.”

“This isn’t happening again.” Blaze asserted. He stopped her hands that were caressing his body and got to his feet.

Janice giggled. She loved seeing him furious because it made him look sexy. Not only that, it made her even want him more.

As he got dressed, she watched him with appreciation in her hazel eyes.

He was specially created and never lacked in all the appropriate areas. He was the biggest she had ever had and she didn’t think she could lower her standard after him.

“I want more.”

Blaze glared at Janice as she bit her lower lip. She twisted her nipple and widened her legs to give him a view of her glistening pussy.

“That is not happening. You promised to help with only a condition and I did all of that. I expect you to fulfil your part of the bargain.”

Janice rolled her eyes, “You are a spoilsport.”

She climbed down from the bed and snatched her clothes from the floor, donning them.

Then she turned to him. “What do you want me to do?”

Blaze stared Janice in the eyes. He didn’t know if he could trust her, despite all that she did and said about Arabella.

But she was a better option than Thalia. He didn’t want Thalia to say his plans to Sandro. She would cave in easily to him.

Moreover, he believed he had the advantage over Janice. She liked him.

“Help me save her. I don’t know how you’d do so but help me with medications and all. She’s almost lifeless. I want her to stay alive until I find a plan to make Sandro get her away from there.”

The thought of Arabella dying without him acting fast almost made him go mad. He shook his head, willing the thought away.

“I am not doing it because of her. It’s all for you,” Janice said. “And I hope she’s worth all the stress you are putting yourself through.”

Arabella was worth it. Blaze knew that. She was even worth a lot more and he wished he could give her all that she needed.