Chapter Fifteen
(Mature content 18+ warning)
Syilot's PoV
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I growl, tapping my foot rapidly on the carpeted floor, Sammy beside me. "You TOLD HER about how we're Demons?!" Sammy scoffed "No, just told her we're practically not human..and how Werewolves and such are real-" I frown and turned to him "Do you know how scared she will be of us if you would've told her? Including me? what else did you tell her?" I run a stressful finger through my hair. Since the past three days and a half since she has been sitting on a platter just for me and my Dire wolf and I eagerly have been wanting to run our hands up her body, feel every crack and crevice of her curves. Make her mine. Mine. My hands were clasping and unclasping - I had to touch her. Sammy looked at me, our eyes locked. He knew what I wanted. It was obvious. I storm outside, going a quick pace as I follow her scent, the sweet smell of strawberries and vanilla hit me hard in the kitchen. I found her talking to our top chef, his eyes twinkling proudly of how the future Moonette complimented the food. He took compliments normally from pack members, but he was proud when taking them from the Alpha's soon-to-be mate. I hiss, and she turned around to find me standing there deadly. Her eyes widened, and she tried to escape but I went over to her and grabbed her, tossing her right over my shoulder. I took her to my room, slamming the door shut.
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Rory's PoV
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I squirmed in his grasp, he had a good lock on my hips, his hand too close to my butt. I huff "What are you doing?! You horrible mutt!-" I growl in aggravation. He suddenly slammed me into his bed, causing a squeak to slip past my lips. I try escaping again, backing up in a panicked hurry but my body pressed against the bed frame, he crawled after me, eyes flashing black. I whimper, now sandwiched between the frame and his tense body. I was close enough to feel his slow, small breathes against my bottom lip, I bet he could hear my heart beat jamming against my chest. I try talking but his lips suddenly crush into mine - one arm wrapping around my sides and he tugged me forward causing our chests to press, I make a move to push away but he growled harshly and kept me in place. A burst of pleasure was sent up my body from my legs to my chest, I couldn't ignore it because it was the first ever time when someone besides myself gave me pleasure. It was overwhelming, powering over, my mind foggy and stuck to one mission only.
To get more - undeniably, I needed more. I craved for it, but my mind pained and screamed for him to stop. He pulled away, his hand had settled on my stomach as he pushed me down roughly, pinning my body between the bed now. I whimper, his eyes darker than before "Stop squirming! Your body urges for me, why don't you?" I knew why. I only stared. "You want me as much as I want you. I crave for your body - you're sounds. I need to hear it." his hands smoothly went down my sides, sucking up how I feel. How I look.
His lips was gentle on the thin gown clothing. This action made small heated spots on my neck, I could feel it through the clothing, which was, or should've been, impossible. My body reacted first, letting a groan slip through my lips. He was encouraged by this, to continue placing light kisses all around me, I can't help but wrap my arms around his neck. This action make me feel wrong but also so, so right. I hated him, but loved this. I pulled him lower, needing real kisses among my body - beckoning him, begging, for him to continue. With one quick motion, he tore the gown off me, tossing it aside leaving me bare for his eyes. I squeak, everything came back to me about my insecurities. Everything about me was wrong. Completely wrong. No matter people say.
I curl up, trying to hide my body from his searching eyes. He snarled, pinning my arms beside me "Mine. I don't care what you think of your body, I crave for every inch of you. Always mine." He kissed my chest, neck.
Then a knock on the door was heard.