A smirk played on his lips as he slowly turned his gaze from the arrow to meet my eyes. “That was impressive,” he looked.... surprised. More like horrifying, but yes, totally impressive. “Holy shit, are you okay?” I ran towards him as he remained as still as a statue. I suppose if someone just damn near killed me with an arrow to the heart, I’d probably be frozen too. “Physically, I’m fine,” he chuckled, flipping the arrow back to me in a fluid motion to grab from his hand. His eyes were no longer dancing with ink, they were nearly solid black. Was his Lycan angry with me? “I didn’t expect to hit you. Or I guess I didn't mean to almost kill you. I don't know what I was thinking.....” My heart was racing for an entirely different reason now. Guilt. I could have killed him. If he wasn’t prepared to stop that arrow, it would have pierced his heart. Even a royal Lycan would be mortally wounded from a blow like that. Not to mention the star tipped arrows that I used wer
He finger fucked her against a tree... I’ve never wanted and not wanted something more in my entire existence, and he fucking exploited that. Chaos was the definition of an asshole.When I was out in the woods today in a futile attempt to escape her presence, I’d walked straight into that moment with her Beta. I could see in his eyes the way he knew he’d wear her down. He was a fucking prick, and something washed over me, jealousy maybe? But I walked into the perfect trap. And instead of pushing me away, she played along. Lilliana was full of more surprises than I could keep up with. The chase was fucking exhilarating. I haven’t hunted in forever, but I’ve never been the prey. I could smell her arousal as she chased after us. She fucking loved the idea of hunting me. My mind was so clouded by her, I didn’t put up a fight when Chaos pushed forward, tempting me. He was always fucking tempting me with shit I didn’t want, but with Lilliana, it was a game. He knew she was my seco
TRIGGER WARNING(SA) The water that rained down on my head had grown cold long ago, but I couldn’t find the energy to climb out of the tub. I’m not sure how long I’ve been sitting in here, but I suppose I’m not ready to face yet another rejection. How dare he? My head is starting to ache from the constant back and forth. Why do I even expect Elliot to participate? Chaos can indulge in fun, while leaving Elliot out of it. We’re only borrowing his human body. Which I’m also not complaining about. Would it work if he shifted...How big.... Oh goddess, not going to go there. A shiver crept down my spine thinking of the logistics “Ugh. Why do you have to be so awful?” I groaned to myself, allowing the cool stream of water to hit my face. I mindlessly walked around the grounds for an additional hour to avoid the awkwardness that was about to come tonight before finding myself in here. In the woods, there was a tiny glimpse of the man behind the mask he wore to protect h
My chest heaved as the sound moved closer. I stared up at the paintings on the ceiling, trying to focus on anything, but my chest burned from lack of oxygen. Something grabbed my arms, pulling me up, “Lily, deep breaths.” My panicked forest locked with equally panicked ice. One. Two. Three. Four. Elliot’s eyes never left mine as I came down from the high. Five. Six. Finally, my racing heart began to level out and Elliot pulled me flush to his body, just holding me. The tears began flowing as I realized what I’d done. Another panic attack. I haven’t had one in so long. I'm usually able to stop them, but the stress of everything that happened today must have sent my mind into a frenzy. But as I was coming down, my eyes traveled the room, realizing how absolutely fucked I was. This was my sanctuary, and I’d just blown it wide open. I pulled away from Elliot, scooting backwards while holding the towel tight to my chest. “You have to go,” I whispered, frantically lo
In the weeks following our deep conversation in my oasis, Elliot retreated. Our relationship returned to the way it had been before. He avoided me any chance he could, and I pretended as if my life wasn’t spiraling out of control. As much as I tried not to let it bother me, it did. The silence was deafening, and I longed to know more. Something about his words fed into my curiosity. He’d given me enough to wonder, but not enough to put the pieces together. I wanted to know more, but I was too stubborn to push. If he was interested in a relationship of any kind, he would have to be the one to open up. Chaos had been nearly absent, given that fact that Elliot and I barely spoke. For some reason or another, I craved him. He’d only shown me lust, and nothing more, but maybe that was enough for me? Maybe that's all I'd ever be to anyone. The desire for him to touch me grew stronger every day. I longed for it. Stole glances at Elliot in hopes of seeing onyx black in place of icy blue
My heart stopped beating as I locked eyes with Zach. I tried to take short, shallow breaths, but nothing satisfied the growing burn in my chest. My lungs felt as if they'd been set on fire. Slowly moving my hand down to grasp Elliots, I squeezed tight. His head snapped towards me, but I was frozen in place, unable to peel my eyes from Zach’s. He looked indifferent. Unbothered by my presence. How? How can you stare into the woman’s eyes that you assaulted and feel.... nothing. I felt everything. The terror of knowing what was going to happen to me. The weight of his body against mine. The dirty, ruined feel of my body when I finally woke up, alone, in the woods outside of that party. The dryness in my eyes from laying there, sobbing for hours. The way that every day, for years, I looked in the mirror and saw the handprints, smeared mascara, and leaves matted in my hair. The panic attacks when I relived the moment. And to top it all off, the fucking shame of him knowing my darkest d
TRIGGER WARNING(Torture) It didn’t take long for Lilliana to fall asleep after I’d stopped talking. She looked utterly exhausted. Hearing her mother speak to her when she was so obviously not well was disgusting. She was like a goddamned disease that Lilliana needed to be free of. I’m not sure why I told her about Gweneviere. Just thinking about that chapter of my life leaves a bad taste in my mouth, but seeing the genuine look in Lily’s eyes made the pain less. “So, what are we going to do about the prick at the school?” Chaos questioned, sounding annoyed that I’d put it off for so long already. “I’d like to kill him,” I growled, remembering the way Lilliana had reacted as soon as their eyes met. I glanced between them in that gymnasium and the fucking pig had to audacity to look smug staring at her while she slowly fell apart before our eyes. “Now we are on the same page,” Chaos sounded overly cheerful about the prospect of killing the coach. Not that I blame him. He hurt L
TRIGGER WARNING(Torture/Sadism) “Where are we going?” I was still lingering between awake and asleep. Elliot’s arms held me tight to his chest, bridal style, as we walked through the woods. He was eerily silent and hadn’t spoken a word to me since I woke up. “Elliot, what’s going on?” My voice, though still laced with sleep, was firmer this time. He didn’t pause his stride but glanced down to look into my eyes. For the first time, I didn’t see the inky black swimming within his icy blue pools. “I’ll explain everything when we get there,” he whispered, turning his attention back towards our destination. That was cryptic. Resting my head against his chest, I reveled in the way it felt. This might be the most I’ll ever get from Elliot. This little breadcrumb of affection. But he could be taking you to murder you.... Throw you into the deep, black abyss hiding beneath the church. Maybe his Lycan finally won their little battle, and he’s ordered him to tear me to piec