She spread her legs wider, her lips between her teeth making it so much harder to hold himself and the beast within him back. “Mine!” He growled, his eyes flashing red once again. Celia moaned out, her arms reaching for him. “Yours...” And Xavier lost it then, he crept like a predator between her legs, lips lodging in the crook of her neck, licking tentatively at the mark he recently gave her. “You’ve got no choice but to be mine anyway...” his hand ran down her stomach, slipping between her folds. “I’m not going to let you go, not again...so be prepared to be mine forever.” His finger ran along her clit in the most delicate way possible, drawing a broken moan from Celia’s lips. She was in bliss already and he hadn’t done a thing to her yet. His touch was so tender and yet his words sounded so dark, so rough. They for one had Celia’s temperature rising, her poor little legs shaking. What was happening to her? Her mark, her skin, her whole body was so sensitive, everywhere he touch
Celia grabbed Xavier’s hand, the one that had been fingering her. “I’m ready now...” And she really was... He had prepared her so patiently for what was to come. His lips had reigned all over her body, his hand too; he kissed her neck, fumbled her breast and his fingers had dug so deep within her, touching what gave her pleasure like no other, but the heat was still as torturous as it had been. The crave to be f*cked was even higher now, she needed him, inside, deeper. She was so wet around his fingers, she knew he could feel it...she was ready, from the very beginning she had been. “Need more...need you...” her hand loosened around his arm, gliding down his abs to the underwear he wore. It ran along his covered c*ck, then in suddenness, she grabbed the thick, long beast, barely squeezing it. “This...I need this.” Xavier groaned, slipping his two fingers out of her. They were as wet and slippery as her walls. “As you wish...” He pushed her hand away and pulled the underwear down,
Xavier stepped back into the room after a quick shower, fully dressed. Celia was now out of her towel too, wearing a shirt from his closet and one of the shorts he had gotten her. “I thought you didn’t want them.” Celia glared over at him, “F*ck off, Xavier.” “Right, I’ll do that...” He walked towards the door, then stopped and turned to her. “You know I thought conversations with you would’ve been better after we mate, but it’s still the same.” “You thought I’d change my mind after one f*ck? I’m not as stupid as I use to be, I still want to go home.” A lie, she was even stupider than she was before, if anything, she wanted him to hold her down and f*ck the sh*t out of her again. One intimate session with him and apparently she was now tamed...he was right, she was indeed easy. “I’m going down, I don’t usually go outside since my presence is disturbing enough to scare people off, but since you’re here...someone has to show you around, right?” “Yes, show me around, it’ll be easier
“And this is what my men like to call the battlefield, we train here...but I don’t come around here anymore. Nobody wants to fight me anyway.” “Why?” “It’s nothing...” He reached for the fence, looking out at the men who were scattered across the fields. When he came here, it had been just one big and plain field, but him and his men —the ones who were previously rogues— had reconstructed it. They bordered it off and made three different fighting areas; the one at the very top were for those ranked level one, experience wolves, the top-notch ones, the one in the middle was for level two; men/women who were capable enough to be sent out in missions, the last partition was for the wolves born without much skill but is willing to enhance it. They can level up...which made them challenge themselves. Level three was mostly made up of omegas and he had shown his father that even the weak could grow strong through his training methods. It had worked for many and some were at level one now
Celia was the first to attack since Alex was apparently too egotistical to attack first. She had been waiting on him to run up for about thirty seconds, but the damn man only stood and looked at her. F*cking jerk... Celia was angry, she felt as though he was underestimating her, yet she didn’t attack blindly like Jamie had. As she sped towards him, her eyes searched for an opening and thought of ways to protect herself while attacking him. She had to think fast, it was as if she was at war. As soon as she got close enough, she skidded to a stop, watching as his eyes turned from fierce to confused. Using the pressure of her previous speed, she did a 180 turn and kicked him back with her hind legs. His balance wavered, and Celia didn’t give him time to recover, she attacked again; swifter, harder, bringing him down on his back. She pounced on top of him, growling in his face. This would teach him, don’t underestimate people, especially people like her. She looked towards his neck, r
Xavier sighed as he wiped at the already healing wound around Celia’s neck. He couldn’t stop thinking about it, he really should’ve killed Alex, not only his actions were disrespectful, but his words too. ‘His words are just as important as yours...’ How so? If Xavier’s words had been important to him one bit, he’d have stopped the moment he ordered him to. He was the alpha of the pack, not his father and yet everybody respected his father more than him. Why? Had he not shown them how deadly he could be? Were they not afraid of dying? It seems they didn’t fear him enough, they all stood around a friendly match and watched as it became viscous and did absolutely nothing to break it apart. All of them were in on it, his father had stepped way pass his boundaries. If Xavier were to confront him now, he’d start talking crap about protecting his son from danger and Xavier really didn’t want to slam his f*cking head against a wall. He was the dangerous one, so vile that he plotted t
Celia woke up with an headache that had her groaning. Her neck ached abundantly when she twisted it and her body felt like it was trapped beneath a rock. She knew what had happened, she could remember it clearly, Alex had cheated, he had almost killed her. Was it because she was a woman or because she was a rogue? It was probably both. Pushing the sheets off of her, she sighed. Her pride was wrecked in an awful way, she had been confident that she’d win, even went against Xavier when he told her not to fight him. She could bet on her life that he had been the one to stop the fight. After all, everyone else wanted her dead... Especially his father. Nobody wanted her here, which was why she had contemplated leaving, but how could she leave? Xavier was being nice again, he hadn’t been speaking to her harshly, instead his words were so different from how they use to; kind, sensual, sympathetic. He wasn’t treating her like sh*t anymore, like someone disposable, he even found the time t
Xavier sighed as he looked at her back, frustration one of the prominent emotions he felt. He understood what she was trying to say and he understood that she was frustrated too, but nothing that happened was his fault. If anything, he was a victim too. Everything that happened so far, she pinned it on him and the past. Was it not called the past for a reason? Running a hand through his hair, he took a seat on the edge of the bed, reaching for her shoulder with the other. It didn’t get far enough to touch her though, because his hand froze when he heard her voice. “I don’t want you anywhere near me either...” He pulled back his hand and sighed. “It’s my bed, Celia.” “Totally forgot.” She sat up, wincing lowly while doing so. “My blankets are under the bed, I’ll sleep on them.” “Could you just stop? I...” his hand reached for hers, but Celia pulled away. “Stop what?” “I told you to put the past behind yo—” “I don’t want to do that, I want to go home.” “We’re back to this again