include_once("common_lab_header.php");
Excerpt for The Promise Of You by , available in its entirety at Smashwords

This page may contain adult content. If you are under age 18, or you arrived by accident, please do not read further.


COPYRIGHT INFORMATION

 

The Promise Of You

 

Copyright © by M.L. Smith

 

This book contains adult content and is

recommended for ages eighteen and over.


'Author's note: All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.'


This book is purely fiction and any resemblances to

names, characters and places are coincidental.  The

reproduction of this work is forbidden without

written consent from the author.

 

All rights reserved.  Without limiting the rights

under copyright reserved above, no part of this

publication may be reproduced, stored in any form

or by any means (electronic, mechanical,

photocopying, recording or otherwise) without the

prior written permission of this copyright owner

and the above publisher of this book.

 

 This eBook is licensed for your enjoyment only.  It may not

 be re-sold or given away to other people.  If you would like to

share this with others, please purchase additional copies for each

individual.  If you are reading this book and did not purchase it,

or if it was not purchased for your use only, please return it and purchase your own copy.


Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.


https://mlsmithauthor.com/












~ Other work by M. L. Smith ~


Feel The Need

Tantalised

The Art Class

One Summer

Feel The Need

Obey The Need

Lost To The Blue

The Journey

Rescue Me

Lessons With Louis

Beautifully Mine

One Night

Remember Me

Free Falling

Untamed























Table of contents


Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Playlist




I guess that there are at least a few good things about being a werewolf…


1) Every full moon, you get to change into a beautiful, magnificent beast.

2) Werewolves are generally feared by vampires, their mortal enemies.

3) are powerful hunters, who command respect from many.

4) rewolves possess lightning quick reflexes and heightened senses.

5) And lastly, apparently, rumour has it that when you have sex with another werewolf it’s, it’s…f**king amazing…


Not that I would know anything about that, because I’m a virgin.

I had to remain intact.

Dem’s the rules.

Because, I’m the female Were promised to the next Alpha of the legendary

Rosewood Pack.

None other than, Logan Black.


Gorgeous bastard…



Prologue


~ Eleanor ~


I ran as fast as my legs could take me, but still he caught me up.

My lungs were burning like a fire had been lit inside me and I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck.

“I’m gonna get you Eleanor Harrison, you can’t escape me!”

Fury surged through my veins and I balled my fists ready to punch his pretty face.

“Go away, Logan Black! I hate you!”

He yanked a handful of my long hair.

“The same!” he shouted and grabbed me by the arm.

My eyes welled up with the sharp, unexpected pain.

“Get. Off. Of. Me!” I yelled at the top of my voice.

Some of the nearby parents looked around and started laughing at us…two arch enemies playing rough and tumble in the field.

Logan grabbed my red face into his sweaty hands.

A sick feeling flooded my body as he inched ever closer to my face.

He smelt of dirty, yucky sweat and grass.

“Eleanor, you have to kiss me now. That’s the rules of the game.”

“No. I don’t want to!” I screamed and tried to twist away from his vice like grip.

He was having none of it and he pulled my face to his and kissed me clumsily, but firmly.

I tried to resist, but then my tired body gave up.

Luckily it only lasted a few seconds and that was long enough.

Logan pulled back away from me with a triumphant grin on his stupid face as the warm air around us shimmered and sparkled, making the dusky sky a hazy purple, pink. It seemed to weave a spell around Logan and myself, until we were in some sort of a cocoon bubble that hovered around us and I had never seen anything so pretty in all my life.

I let my head fall back and stared open mouthed around me.

“Wow. It’s beautiful,” I breathed thinking that magical fairies had come to rescue me from the ugly frog.

Logan stared around him and grinned.

“Cool, man.”ch

Suddenly loud voices were raised and about ten older people, mostly parents came running over.

Everyone seemed super excited about something.

“We’ll have to tell Ward and Mary. Good gracious. Praise the Lord. She’s the one. Eleanor Harrison is the one!” Reverend Hastings shouted.

I was confused and where were the fairies?

“I’m the one, what?” I asked no one in particular.

Ward, Logan’s dad showed up.

“Well, well, it’s finally happened. How wonderful. She’s the one, alright,” he said grinning at me.

“I’m the one, what?” I repeated and pulled a face.

My mom and dad appeared at my side.

Mom swept me up into her embrace and dad stroked my hair.

“Eleanor sweetheart, you’re the one destined to marry Logan. The prophecy was sealed with your first kiss. You are promised to the next Alpha of the Rosewood Pack,” mom gently explained.

I looked at them both like they had gone crazy.

“No way!” Logan shouted at no one in particular.

“Yuck. I don’t want to marry him! I hate him!”

Then, I threw up on the grass and burst into floods of tears.


* * *



Chapter One


~ Eleanor ~


Thirteen years later…


“Daddy, why do I have to marry him? I don’t even think he’s that good looking,” I fumed, much to my father’s amusement.

He looked at me and watched me pace so vigorously he must have been worried for the real wood floor, then he rubbed his tired eyes and sighed dramatically.

“Eleanor, firstly Logan Black is very good looking.”

“Humph!”

“And, secondly, it’s just the way things are. You were promised to him when you kissed and now that you’re twenty one, you must fulfil that promise. It’s an ancient tradition and most girls would be jumping at the chance to be married to the Alpha of the most powerful pack in North America. Stop complaining.”

I exhaled a frustrated breath. “It’s Ellie, remember?” I bit out and flounced out of the kitchen.

“Sweet Jesus above, that girl. Lord, give me strength,” I heard him mutter.

I went up to my room and peaked out of the window knowing full well that I would see him working in the huge field next to my bedroom.

Sure enough, he was there cutting the grass back comically surrounded by several colourful, pretty butterflies.

Every time that I got close to him, my body reacted in a shameful way. My breasts ached, my heart stuttered, and my pussy became slick with rampant desire.

All part of the damned curse of being promised to him.

I watched dry mouthed as his powerful torso rippled like he was starring in some boy band video when he tore through the weeds with a sickle. He turned and I saw his muscular, corded back. A back that I longed to sink my long nails into as he made love to me…

God, why did he have to be so…beautiful?

His body was well, amazing.

Slabs of muscle, honed to absolute perfection.

Sweat dripped down his sinful body in rivulets that I wished I could lick from his tanned, toned skin, before we made love.

Get a grip!

Only thing is my husband to be, Logan Black didn’t make love, he fucked liked an animal. Because that’s what he was.

The thought left a sour taste in my mouth, but I gradually slipped back into a fantasy of him touching me, teasing me and pleasuring me beyond my wildest dreams. A shiver of arousal pulsed deliciously through me, heating my blood and heightening my senses.

Logan was becoming a regular fantasy for me and in two days, I would get to live it.

But, I was worried that he’d be horrible to me and hurt me when we made love because over the course of the last few years, that’s all he’d ever done.

Parties where he’d purposely left me out.

Summer gatherings where he’d been extremely rude and ignored me.

And, not forgetting the pack cook out when he deliberately shoved me into the lake, rendering my white dress completely see through.

The list of the things that Logan had done to make me feel bad, was endless. But, here I was panting as I lusted after him – the man whore of Rosewood.

At least my attraction to him wouldn’t cause a problem when I had to sleep with him.

Waves of fire surged to my core, causing my underwear to dampen with moisture heated arousal.

I let a hand slip inside my cotton bra and squeezed my nipple, desperate to relieve the growing pressure. At the same time, I let my fingers lift my skirt and push inside my panties, gliding through the growing wetness before I dipped inside.

Unable to hold it in any longer, I moaned softly.

Why the hell did he affect me like this?

He was a first class asshole who strutted about acting like he owned the place, but then I guess in time, he would.

I squeezed my breast more firmly, happy that from this angle, he couldn’t see what I was up to.

Sensing that someone was watching him, he tipped his handsome face up and we locked eyes, then Logan grimaced at me before looking away.

Even in anger he looked impossibly handsome.

An idea popped into my head to get his attention and I wasted no time by locking the door, then slipping out of my clothes.

As I stood there touching myself in all my glory, I willed him to turn around and see what I looked like.

Oh boy was he in for a shock.

I was planning on teasing the son of a bitch for the rest of his life.

Logan didn’t want to marry any more than I wanted to marry him.

This hating each other thing did not bode well for us and we were stuck with each other, with no way out.

In time I was sure that we would grow to despise each other, but who were we to mess with ancient tradition?


* * *



~ Logan ~


I saw her watching me and I was sure she had a hand down her shirt.

Dirty little bitch.

She was in for a shock when she married me.

If I wanted to bend her over in the kitchen and fuck her hard, then I would.

If I wanted my dick sucked as I watched Game Of Thrones with a few beers, then like a good wife, she’d do it.

And, she’d swallow every single drop.

Oh yes…

I’d make her ring my dick out until my balls were empty and aching, then I’d turn her over and fuck her into next week.

Yep, Miss Eleanor Harrison was in for a rude awakening.

I had certain tastes in the bedroom and I expected her to be at my beck and call.

Of course, I couldn’t stand her, or she me. Ah yes, the thin, fragile line between love and hate. That, in itself, would make for some hot, explosive sex.

She was a real beauty of course, which was a blessing.

Long, dark hair, deep brown eyes and the lushest, kissable lips you had ever seen. Large perky breasts and a gorgeous ass that was the envy of many of the women in town.

All curves and no fucking edges.

Mm…

Another bonus about Eleanor was that she was a virgin.

She had to be for the prophecy to be fulfilled.

Her pussy would be so sung and tight and no one else had ever been in it.

That thought had my dick hard and as I carried on with my task, I fantasised about fucking her and choking her until she nearly passed out.

The horny bitch would grow to love me being rough and dominant with her.

Basically, she had no choice.

She had to suck it up and I couldn’t wait for her lush lips to be wrapped around my ever ready shaft.

Oh yes, I fully intended to educate her in the ways of Logan Black and once I’d sired a few kids, I go back to Vanessa, my occasional fuck buddy and enjoy my nights in town at her place. I had it all worked out and when I was eventually the Alpha in charge around here, things were going to go all my way.

I readjusted my hard as nails shaft thinking that I’d need to see to it when I’d finished in the field.

I longed to sink my fangs into her lush, giving curves, but her stubbornness would need to be dealt with first. If anyone was up to that job, it was me.

Glancing back up at the window at my soon to be wife, I nearly chopped my left hand off with the ancient sickle when I saw her standing there topless, playing with her dark, brown nipples. Her mouth was slightly open and the image of her slim fingers touching her tits, was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

“Fuck. Me.”

She let her hands drop to her sides and moved even closer towards the windowsill. The cool breeze blew through her hair and she looked absolutely, stunning, like a goddess.

Her breasts were perfection and I dropped the sickle onto the ground and blatantly stared up at her, before my feet propelled me closer to the window to get a better look.

As I got nearer, I saw that she had no panties on either.

Good God, the girl had a smoking, hot body.

All soft and womanly. All woman.

Underneath her slightly rounded stomach, I could see a faint, dark line of downy hair between her legs and I wanted to run my tongue right along the length of her sweet, little pussy slit right there and then, but, I’d have to wait until our wedding night.

My mouth literally watered as I watched the angel in front of me.

As I looked at her goofily like a guy that had just discovered internet porn, she turned around and gave me a long look at her gorgeous ass before spinning back around to face me.

Eleanor pushed her hair behind her shoulders and locked eyes with me.

Hers danced wickedly across my face. “Hey, Logan, you like what you see?” she asked bringing her breasts together into an eye popping cleavage.

They were that big that she could actually lick her fucking nipples…

So, she did. Her pink tongue swept across the top of one, circling the hard nub as my dick swelled uncomfortably inside my old jeans.

I goggled at her and wiped the sweat from my brow.

“You know I do, baby,” I shouted back and gestured to my painfully hard groin.

She laughed triumphantly.

It sounded like an evil witch’s cackle.

“Well, remember what I look like, because other than on our wedding night, you won’t be getting anyway near me,” she shouted and slammed the window shut.

I felt my jaw drop as anger surged through me.

No one in Rosewood treated me like that.

I was fuming with her.

“Little bitch.”


* * *



~ Eleanor ~


I awoke early, missing my mom desperately.

She should be here today, on my wedding day to reassure me and help me to get ready. My mom wouldn’t be able to get me out of marrying Logan bastard Black, but she would have made me feel better.

Instead I had the pleasure of loud Aunt Connie who I could only stand in short bursts.

Shaking my head, I peeled the covers back and went into my bathroom.

Looking at my reflection, I wondered if I would look any different when Logan Black had taken my virginity.

His face the other night had been a picture and when I saw him the following day, at the rehearsal dinner, he had completely ignored me and when we did have to speak, he was rude to me, much to his mother’s annoyance.

Mary Black was the only good thing about the Black family and I hoped that we’d become close.

I slowly showered and washed my hair in preparation for the wedding, then dried it and applied my makeup, keeping it simple. Aunt Connie arrived and put my hair up into my veil and in fairness she wasn’t that bad. She helped me into my white, lace dress and guided me downstairs.

When daddy saw me in my beautiful gown, he got all misty eyed.

He wiped them on a handkerchief, then stuffed it back into his pants pocket.

“Eleanor, you look perfect. Your mom would be so proud of you. Her little girl marrying the Alpha.”

Don’t remind me.

Much as I wanted to run for the hills, I knew I would never do that for fear of disappointing the man who would always be the most important in my life.

“Ready?” he asked and held his arm out for me to link.

I nodded and gathered up my full skirt.

I had chosen to have just one flower girl as I felt like the whole thing was complete farce and I couldn’t be bothered dragging my close friends into it too.

My cousin Lucy waited at the garden gate beaming, at us next to the horse drawn carriage. I grinned at her excited face and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Ellie, you look so pretty,” she told me and threw her arms around my neck.

Happiness thankfully sneaked in from somewhere as I gathered her up into a tight hug.

“Thank you. You want to get in the carriage with me and Uncle Henry?”

My favourite horse, Ace was up front and I planted a kiss on his dark nose. He locked eyes with me as if he knew my current turmoil then, he nudged my nose gently.

“I love you,” I whispered wishing that everyone was as easy to get on with as him.

“Come on Eleanor, we don’t want to be late,” daddy fussed.

I frowned, but pushed it down and slowly made my way over to him.

We helped Lucy up into the carriage, sitting her in between us, then we set off on our short journey towards the small church in the centre of town.


* * *



~ Logan ~


She better not be late.

Not after what she did the other day.

Little bitch had me hard all night and I’d had to go home straight away and jerk off with her beautiful face filling my fantasy.

The past two nights I had dreamt about us together.

Her tight, little pussy wrapped around my length…

It was erotic and horny as fuck, but I’d make her pay for causing my wet dreams later.

I grinned to myself at the night I had in store for her.

It would start with her sweet, virginal mouth wrapped around my dick…

Me thrusting roughly into it, my orgasm gathering heat until I exploded and came straight down her pretty, little throat.

I grew hard as I pictured the wicked image.

The church was packed to the rafters, everyone wanting to see the next Alpha tie the knot with his bequeathed virgin, mate, or some tired old bullshit.

I stood to attention as the wedding march cranked up and my brother Caleb turned around, then nudged me in the ribs.

“This is it man. Your fucking life is over,” he whispered and chuckled.

“Shut it,” I warned and felt my eyes burning, changing colour slightly as they did when I got aroused.

Or mad.

Caleb’s own eyes widened and he patted my shoulder. “Okay, calm down. You need to keep your temper in check, bro.”

As Eleanor reached my side, I turned and my breath caught like I was some soppy dude, madly in love with her which was a crock of shit.

I had to say though, she looked absolutely breath taking in a beautiful, white, lace gown. Her breasts had been coerced into behaving themselves somehow and her make up was simple, letting her stunning beauty shine.

I felt myself warming ever so slightly to my bride.

She gave me the first genuine smile I’d ever seen and I started to relax, deciding that the situation is what it is and we’d just have to make the best of it.

I reached forward and pulled her veil back from her face and smiled back at her.

We could make this work. We had to and I knew we could.

The minister droned on and I only started to pay attention when it came to the vows.

“Do you Logan Christopher Black take Eleanor Isobel Harrison to be your lawful, wedded wife?”

I paused for a minute to wind her up, causing Eleanor to frown. “I do.”

The crowd breathed a huge, collective sigh of relief.

“Do you Eleanor Isobel Harrison take Logan Christopher Black to be your lawful wedded husband?”

She met my eyes as she said the words. “I do.”

Then we were pronounced man and wife and everyone clapped and cheered, shouting

“Kiss the bride!”

I took a deep breath, stepped closer to her, took her face into my hands and gave her the sweetest kiss I could muster.

Eleanor reeked and tasted of garlic. She must have eaten a whole, fucking clove, but I had to push through the disgusting taste for my mother and the excited throng.

She kind of kissed me back, then smiled at me, knowing my discomfort.

“Enjoy that, Logan?” she teased.

I could feel my eyes flashing at her before I leant in to her ear. “You’ll pay for that later, Mrs Black,” I whispered.

She fluttered her long eyelashes. “I’m sure I will, my dear husband.”

We made our way out of the church to a shower of confetti and I helped her into the carriage in a perfect, new husbandly way.

As a few drops of rain had started to fall, the two dads quickly pulled the hood over the carriage tucking us in, nice and snug before waving us off. My new bride found the bottle of champagne stashed in a personalised ice bucket just for the occasion and wasted no time in opening it.

After pouring me a glass, she settled back into the seat, then stuck her juicy tongue out like some third grader.

Oh, that’s how she wanted to play it?

Without taking my eyes off her, I reached into my pocket. “Here you go, eat some gum. You taste disgusting.”

She giggled, clearly happy at my displeasure then her slim fingers took a couple of pieces out of the pack and I made sure that she had popped them into her mouth before we went any further.

As the carriage took off at speed and we were safely out of sight of anyone, I gathered handfuls of lace, then slowly ran my hand up the inside of her thigh, pushed her legs roughly apart and rubbed my fingers over her silky underwear.

Every time that I was within close proximity to her, her scent filled my nostrils and soaked into every, single pore.

Damned prophecy…

“Logan? What are you doing?”

“Hush, no one can see us and even if they did, we’re married now.”

Our eyes locked together and Eleanor’s breath hitched sexily as she opened her legs like a wanton, little slut. I kissed her neck, sucking and biting it and rubbed her soaking crotch, until she was putty in my hands.

“You’re wet, my hot, little bride.”

My eyes widened when her chest heaved pushing her breasts up to meet my face. I lightly kissed them and licked her softly scented skin. I could smell the delicious aroma of her arousal and it fucking excited me more than anything.

I delved inside her the tight bodice of her dress and released the girls.

I captured a breast, teasing, kneading, caressing the flesh as she gasped her delight.

“Mm, yes,” she whispered softly.

I swallowed noisily trying to compose myself.

“Eleanor your tits are fucking perfect.”

I was desperate for a taste. My lips moved across her sensitive skin, my tongue devastating her. Gently taking a diamond nipple, I lavished it with loving attention, drawing her breast deeply into my hot, wet, mouth. Her slim fingers found my deck and dug in as my mouth pleasured her.

“Logan, Logan,” she whispered.

“You’re gorgeous, let me finger fuck your pussy.”

I moved her panties to one side and squeezed her clit before I explored her and my fingers were soon coated with her juices.

“Mm, beautifully tight and wet. You like that, don’t you, you little bitch?”

She bit her lush lips and the image sent desire slamming through my veins. My dick was literally bursting out of my trousers and I wanted her hand on it.

Quickly unzipping my trousers, I released my rock hard shaft and grabbed her hand.

“Jerk me off, dear wife,” I breathed and nibbled her ear.

She gulped and stared at it. I laughed as her eyes widened, taking in the image of the first and last dick she would ever see or touch.

“I, oh, wow…”

Eleanor gulped loudly and brought her shaking fingers closer to me.

“Come on, you know you want to…” I teased and grabbed her hand before placing it on my erection.

She had absolutely no clue what to do.

Oh, we were going to have some fun together…

“Hurry up before I make you blow me.”

Her long, slim fingers wrapped around it and she slowly started to move it up and down. I flinched as her thumb rubbed across the top of it, feeling the pre-cum that had gathered there, the evidence of my acute arousal.

I groaned at the wickedness of the situation, knowing that we didn’t have long. Little bitch had me panting like we were in tenth grade.

“Yeah, Eleanor, jerk me off,” I murmured, encouraging her to pick up the pace.

She slowly, then more confidently started to move her hand up and down.


Purchase this book or download sample versions for your ebook reader.
(Pages 1-20 show above.)