Not Him 2.

"Your name, you're Zekeiel. A demon."

Roshan starred at her. He was a bit taken aback…

She wasn't supposed to remember anything from that night, but well of course she had to prove to him again that he no control of things.

"I'm a demon, yes. But my name isn't Zekeiel."

He wasn't lying either.

Zekeiel wasn't his name anymore.

'This motherfucking liar.' Her inner wolf challenged.

'But his heartbeat is so steady.' Alex said back to her wolf.

Alex sighed in frustration.

"The is no mistake." She started.

"Your scent is the same with him."

"Why will I deny it then? If I were really him."

"To avoid me killing you."

Roshan laughed and Alex eyes widened, 

That was beautiful.

Amusement came on his face,

Very funny that she could think he was a normal demon.

"I won't dare avoid such a pleasure." He said softly.

Alex became more confused and more angry.

"You're not Zekeiel?"

"No. I'm someone else."

"You didn't pick me up on a lonely road?" She asked again.

He was abit silent, His eyes narrowing.

"When I don't know you at all?"

"And we didn't have crazy sex?"

Roshan's eyes met with hers as soon the question was asked.

It was fuckin hard not to admit that he really loved it and he wanted to do it again and again, maybe right now too.

Tie her up to the headboard and burry himself deep inside her warm cunt.

Plunge in and out till she cries and pleads.

"No, We didn't." He replied.

Alex gave a half smile, this was embarrassing…

They both knew he was lying and he was failing to make her believe but, watching him being so all serious about denying her, it was embarrassing.

Silence passed for a while, she was trying to figure a way for her to leave and still have little pride left with her.

"Is there anything else?"

"I heard you okay?!" She spat and cursed colorfully, Roshan almost laughed.

"..Just- let me go." She sighed and said softly.

Roshan hesitated but slowly, he let go.

She pulled up into a sitting position while he kneeled in front of her.

"This is so fucked up." She said and looked at her dagger on the floor.

"I'll leave you to rest now…Mr?"

Roshan smirked.

She wasn't going to give up. 

"Williams."

Alex eyes narrowed as she came down from the bed, picking up the knife.

"Good night." He said and for sure it was a taunt.

She faked a smile. 

"You too, Mr Williams."

She walked out… slammed the door.

Roshan hitched breathing finally came slowly.

He knew she knew.

Of course he wanted so much to say yes to all her questions.

Of course he knew her.

Of course he found her on a lonely road.

Of course he fucked her and he still remembered how fucking soft she felt wrapt around him.

Of course he was Zekeiel.

But not anymore...

He didn't know why but something was not completely, something was missing and that was what was keep his mind straight.

One thing was for sure.

The last thing he wanted was to drag Alexandre into his confused life and become magnet towards danger.

....Some rooms away...

Fuck Leonardo.

It's Zayn.

It was always Zayn.

And it will always be Zayn.

A button down.

Five buttons gone and then he was shirtless.

"Zayn.." Ciara sighed breathlessly as her eyes welcomed his shirtless body.

Lean, firm, muscled.

She sat, naked on the bed while he kneeled tall infront of her. Her eyes drank him in instantly.

Scars of war here and there but it still made her rub her thighs together and imagine all the things Zayn was going to do. 

No.

Less imagining and more action.

He leaned closer again holding her neck firm with his big left hand, bringing her lips to his.

"You sure you're not going to regret this, princess?"

Ciara's eyes opened as she starred into his passionate longing eyes. They were fucking filled with raw desire and strong ache to take her now, immediately. Rough, hard, hard again, rough again, till she breaks.

She saw it all.

His eyes said it all.

His tongue flickered out as he licked her cheek,

"Speak princess, I'm not patient enough to wait."

Yes, she had unlocked his beast.

No one else knew but Zayn wasn't your normal everyday werewolf. He was much more.

More dangerous.

More evil filled.

Evil inherited.

Evil birthed.

It was their own little secret.

"Do you feel it, princess?" His voice came again, impatient. His breath on her face as he bites her neck hard making Ciara whimper.

"This is what I wanted to protect you from. This..lust. This Crazy demonic lust."

"I don't need your protection, Zayn. I need you to do all the crazy things you want to do. Break me, Zayn."

He smirked. And in that instant, Ciara was pushed and turned.

Her face directly into the pillow and her naked ass facing the air.

"I'm going to do all the things you've thought of, and all the things that have never even existed."

A slap echoed with a loud groan.

"Ssh baby, we haven't even started."

Zayn has gently caressed her ass as he smiled maniacally at the visible handprint on his ass.

"You look beautiful, my love. My ownership print is already a highlight."

"Zayn.." Ciara moaned when she felt his tongue on her, it was soft and warm. 

"Ahh-ah-ah. No movements. Unless you want to be tied to the headboards darling." He said and dived in again. Tasting her and groaning at the taste.

"Divine,Princess. Divine."

Flicking his tongue over and over on her clit and pushing into her cunt, he was far from satisfied. He wanted more.

Ciara couldn't stop shaking while moaning, her knees were shaking and Zayn's tongue was epic.

"Zayn please," Ciara pleaded but gasped immediately at the sudden intrusion. She moaned loud.

His three fingers shoved in and out in a quick movement that made her eyes roll back.

"You shouldn't have asked me to take you, princess." Zayn pulled her by her long black hair to his chest, his fingers still down there.

He placed kisses on her neck and then a strong bite that made her groan.

Pumping his fingers faster and faster, he smiled as he watched her. Her eyes met with his and, fuck. He lost it.

Her, watching him finger her was a sight and him getting a glimpse of those glossy turned on eyes was a show.

"Fuck, Ciara." He cursed and kissed her hard, biting her lower lip and sucking her long tongue.

"Zayn..please." Her muffled moan through the kiss was heard because he gave her one last pump before she spilled on his hand and the bed.

"Oh, look at that. You already came."

Ciara's eyes cleared slowly as she began breathing normally. She turned to him, her hand brushing his pants.

Their eyes locked.

No words.

Slow breathing.

No thoughts.

Strong tension.

"Zayn-"

"Lie down and spread those legs, princess."

She inhaled and nodded. Doing as he asked with her hooded eyes locked on his wicked ones.

Another smile crawled to Zayn's lips. She had wet herself…Her laps, thighs were soaked and her cunt was glistening with more need. More action. More touch, more wicked things.

He returned his eyes to her and slowly pulled down his pants, revealing his throbbing hard cock, leaking already with pre-cum.

Ciara's eyes were glued to his member. Her brows knitted in confusion. She almost closed her legs.

"Look at me, princess."

Her eyes immediately found his.

"It can't- It won't fit." 

Zayn chuckled as he put his wet hand through his hair before rubbing it over her stomach.

"It might not but we will force it, won't we?"

Ciara didn't reply and he took it as a yes.

Moving closer and pushing the spilling tip into her, his lips parted at the feeling.

He was still tip inside and she was fucking tight. He looked at her, a lopsided grin on his face.

"I'm going to tear you apart like it's your first time." He promised before in one heavy thrust, he was in fully.

Their moans and groans filled the room immediately he was in. 

Zayn breathed out and laughed as he kissed Ciara on the forehead, making him go deeper. She moaned.

"So fucking tight my princess." He murmured before crossing her legs behind him.

"You can scream now, princess." He said as he pulled out and slammed in again and again and again without warning.

Harder and faster..

Her cries and moans filled the room as he ravished her. There was no feeling that could downgrade what she felt right now in his arms, pumped by him into oblivion.

Her lips met again and she swore she was going to hunger for more of this soon enough.

This moment.

This time.

It belonged to them.

Not the world,

Not the Kingdom,

Not even the stupid mate bond that connected people, this was theirs.

"Zayn!" Ciara cried out once she felt the release coming through.

He kissed her neck and bit hard, she groaned out.

"I only said you should scream, princess. Not come."

He pulled out and changed positions with her, 

"You're ass in the air, now Ciara."

She did as he said.

He smacked her and pushed in, her swollen cunt clenched again around him.

He smiled, pulling her hair to him.

"Look at me while I tear you into pieces, princess."

Her breathing hitched and she moaned when she felt him pound aggressively.

Her eyes on him, his on hers.

It was Perfect.

And in this moment she knew…..

Leonardo was not it.

He was not him.

"Spill into me. I want it." She said panting.

He gripped her waist tight and smirked, 

"And you're going to take it like a very good girl, princess."

And then, he spilled.

Her moan and his groan echoing.

She remained on his chest with his cock still in her as she whispered,

"I'm yours, Zayn."

He kissed her deeply and tenderly.

"Who said you weren't."

It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

A promise to end anyone who would think or say otherwise.

Much later that morning, she had various meetings. She would've loved to miss and escape as usual but she knew they were really in an important period with the new Alpha's coronation.

Last night with Zayn meant everything in her life, everything she ever dreamed of and wanted. But something still pricked her.

She was sure Leonardo was going to be nothing but that didn't stop her from thinking what exactly was he…

God! She didn't want to see that man.

Sitting in her private meeting chamber, she was waiting for the demon. She knew he had some deals to offer and she couldn't lie that she wasn't interested, her people's safety was her primary aim. And also, it wasn't everyday a demon walked in for a deal.

The doors opened as Mrs Cletus walked in with a very intimidating tall man.

Considering Zayn was also tall, his height didn't scare her but his face…

Her eyes drank him in and she was trying not to be too surprised.

What they said about demons, it was really true. The man carried a deadly aura that enveloped his entire being. She couldn't believe a terrifying person could be so gorgeous like a god.

Although his looks moved her, she remained unfazed physically. Sitting right there with her legs crossed and her chin up.

"My lord." Mrs Cletus started with a bow and then shifted aside for the demon.

   Roshan came closer and gave Ciara a polite nod which she responded by smiling softly.

Demons and their never aging pride.

"Welcome to Cold moon pack." Ciara spoke.

"I hope the night treated you well," She added before using her hand to direct a seat to him.

He obliged and cleared his throat once he sat.

"You were engaged last night?"

Ciara paused a second at his deep sultry voice,

"Oh yes! A ritual for a new Alpha was held. You know how we take traditions seriously."

Roshan nodded in understanding before speaking again.

"You must have heard about the rogue demons and witches that collaborated."

She paused again, she had heard somethings about it but didn't expect him to have clues about it. It was still a speculated rumor. 

She released a warm laugh, looking away and taking a sip of her coffee that was on her table.

"It's just a rumor Mr Williams."

"I'm sure you know it isn't." He said back.

Releasing a breath he spoke,

"The demons have been quite wild and yet quiet for the last three to four centuries. People have even thought they went into extinction but I know better that they were being slowly recruited, held against their will and used as elements of war."

Ciara dropped her cup and sat up straight.

What he said perfectly made sense but her thoughts dwindled back and forth, she had alot of questions.

"Wait." She said and sighed. 

"I have heard news of rogue demons but- are you trying to say that there's a bigger force behind it? Other than the weakness of their leader?"

"Leader?" Roshan asked, a brow lifting. He was amused.

"What?" Ciara copied his arched brow. 

"You didn't know they had a leader?"

"No, that's not it. I believe they call it demon lord or Lord of the demons. Leader is much-" He paused.

"It's degrading. A very lesser term to those who control the affairs of the demons."

"They?" Ciara asked while she listened. "Are you saying you're not a demon?"

Silence…

Roshan and Ciara spoke with their eyes, a small smile crawled to his face.

"I am a demon, Alpha."

"It's Ciara, please."

Roshan smiled again.

"But?" She asked, trying to spill his beans.

She was a quite curious Alpha, he noticed. Some of her traits were very evident in her best friend Alex. 

That pain in the ass.

A long silence filled the room. 

Roshan's story was not something he could just talk about without proper explanation and tedious hours of talking. And he, didn't have the explanation she needed.

Damn. He needed it too.

"I have a story, Ciara." His deep baritone voice echoed.

"Don't we all?" She answered back.

"Yes, but not everyone goes through a lot of memory issues enough to destroy one's mind."

Ciara was quiet for some seconds, she tried to comprehend what he was saying but it would lead to more questions.

"The problem might have started from their leader but the main issue was when they were taken and used as experiments." He changed back to the initial topic.

Ciara sighed and smirked. 

Smart.

She cleared her throat.

"What is your real aim here Mr Williams?"

Roshan smiled, 

"Please call me Roshan…"

"Without your interference, the dark energy could surface your lands and people. If your people really mean first class go you then you understand what I'm here for."

Ciara stared at him.

She knew what he said was true.

Her boundaries were already attacked recently.

He was right.

But she would need go trust him.

Could she trust him?