“What did you call my son?”
His voice was low, but it had this eerily dark chill to it. Celia wasn’t really scared, but she was a little intimidated. “X-Xavier...?”The man’s eyes flashed red and his hand came down heavily on the table almost throwing away the food stashed out across it. “I told you to take this god forsaken creature out of here, I’ll break her neck before this day ends. A rogue doesn’t belong here.”Xavier sighed, looking over at her. “Celia what did I—”Celia interrupted him looking over at his father. “And isn’t it ironic that ‘Xavier’ belongs here even though he was a rogue? I’m not a rogue, stop addressing me as though I’m a nobody because my scent is tainted, I have a pack, I wasn’t kicked out, I chose to leave.”“Then go back and leave my son alone.”“It’s your son that keeps holding me captive, I’d have left if he allowed it. Why don’t you tell him to stop keeping me here against my will? Tell him to let me go hom—”Xavier stood up abruptly, grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the chair. “I did warn you...I told you to keep your f*cking mouth shut...”And with that, he hauled her out of the now quiet room, eyes following them until they disappeared up the stairs.Xavier’s steps were quick, his grip tight, and the dark aura that surrounded him had Celia’s steps corresponding with his.He was angry, she could practically smell his displeasure and well, Celia had never seen him angry before. “Xavi—”“I said to stop calling me that, didn’t I?!”Celia swallowed. “You did bu—”“I’ve probably been too nice, I went too easy on you last night. You need to know that whatever you do won’t help you to get away...you’re going to be Luna, whether you want to or not.”His steps quickened and Celia almost tripped over her feet when he pulled her harder. See? She knew he was only going to remain nice for a time. This heartless persona was apart of him, nothing could rinse it out.She stopped moving when he stopped pulling, and with blank eyes, she watched as he pushed his door open. He walked in and pulled her in behind him, the door closing by itself. “I told you that I’d hang you naked outside if you played with me.”Celia’s eyes found his as soon as he turned to face her; narrowed and glowering. “You wouldn’t...another empty threat.”“We’ll see...” he took a step towards her and despite trying to sound brave, Celia stepped back until she was sinking into the tough walls.“You can’t, y—”Xavier grabbed at the shirt she wore, ripping the top of it before she could even try to stop him. “You should learn to listen, an angry me isn’t something anyone would want to see.”He tore the shirt more, totally ripping it apart. “You’re going out there; naked.”His hand gripped the waistband of her panty, but Celia’s small hand grabbed his before he could pull it down. “Xavier please...”Xavier shook his head, stepping even closer. “That’s exactly how you had begged me that day...you had laid so vulnerable in my bed, looking like a ball of perfection. You remember it, don’t you?”Celia’s eyes glanced away from him as she nodded. “Yes...”“Then how could you really believe that I’d let anybody else see you naked? You became mine that very day.”He leant down, his lips resting in the crook of her neck. “You need to behave though, be a good girl...can you do that?”Celia nodded again, the closeness of his proximity driving her mad. “Yeah.”“Then let go of my hand...”Celia was reluctant, but slowly she let his hand loose, eyes finding his. “Xavier I...”Xavier nodded as if he knew what she about to say, his hand dipping beneath the cloth that barely hid her away from him.Her breath hitched, her legs rubbing together when the scent of her arousal hit her like a brick. He was so f*cking hot; his lips, his voice, Celia could get off on that alone.“Do you want to be that vulnerable girl again? Be that ball of perfection in my bed...?”Celia nodded without even thinking, everything else had been forgotten; her plan to stay away from him, her plan to not fall for his advances, her plan to escape. All that trudged across her mind now, was lust.She had been wanting him to ravish her since last night, and right now it was no different, she really wanted him to take her like he did back then, she wanted...she wante—“Thanks for the consent.”Celia heard it very well; the extraction of his teeth and she felt it so prominently when they sunk into her neck, marking her as his.Tingles surged through her body, pleasure, pain; it all had Celia shaking like a leaf beneath him as she came more powerful than she ever had. Her legs shook until they buckled and she fell straight against his chest, feeling too weak to stand.She was confused and yet so high on lust. Why had he marked her?She wanted to know, but she wanted him to take her even more...A drawled moan left her lips as he removed his teeth from her neck and his hand dipped even lower beneath her panty, grabbing onto one of her ass cheeks. “All mine now “And Celia’s wolf howled with nothing but pride in her chest.A drawled moan left her lips as he removed his teeth from her neck and his hand dipped even lower beneath her panty, grabbing onto one of her ass cheeks. “All mine now.” And Celia’s wolf howled with nothing but pride in her chest. He licked the tender mark, the sudden action making Celia tremble against him. She felt as though she was living in a world of bliss, her arousal was so thick in the air and slick now coated her walls in gallons. She wanted him, she had wanted him for so long and no— “That was to make sure you stay and this...” He lowered her drawers until it fell down to her ankles. “Is to make sure you stay too.” Celia’s eyes glided up to stare into his, the torn shirt falling right off her shoulders. “Why...? Why do you want me to stay?” “Because...” Xavier trailed off, his dark eyes dropping down to her beautiful firm breast. “Because I can’t con—” Both Xavier and Celia turned towards the door when two knocks sounded from it. Within seconds it was pushed open and Xa
Xavier didn’t come back for a while and Celia contemplated using this time to run away until she eventually found herself sneaking down the stairs. She tried to be quiet and yet every move she made had the freaking steps creaking loudly; damn ugly old boards... The noise certainly didn’t stop her though, what did was a tiny voice that came from behind her when she ascended another floor. “Hey...” Celia turned towards the voice, finding the omega from before standing behind her. She looked so innocent, much like Celeste...but that honestly was what made her a threat, one that Celia had to somehow annihilate. “Hi?” “I’m...I’m sorry about earlier, I didn’t know th—” “I think you did...” Celia interrupted. “Was your nose clogged?” The girl shook her head, her hands clenching by her sides. “I-I...I wasn’t paying attention, I was ju—” Like the bully Celia was, she chuckled. “Yeah right, I bet you wished it was you...but you see, it won’t ever be you.” She turned her neck, showcasing t
Celia really hadn’t said a word to Xavier after their little heated conversation. She sat in her little corner, stretched, yawned and turned away from the food he brought her until she fell asleep against the walls. Xavier sat and watched as she did the most, honestly frustrated and bored. She was overreacting, he knew and he hoped she knew it too. He did nothing wrong, well except for keeping her here against her will and well...okay, he shouldn’t have done it and he shouldn’t have said what he said. He had made a promise to himself to make this as painless as it could be for her and yet, he was hurting her. He needed a Luna, and he couldn’t just give her position to somebody else. It was hers, but then again, by the goddess, wasn’t he suppose to be hers too? Running a hand through his head of black hair, Xavier sighed. He had spoken to his dad, he knew she was somebody he had known in the past, but he didn’t know exactly who she was. He still wanted her out of the pack and had eve
It was dark, blood; there was so much of it, it coated his hands, his bare skin and ran in gallons from the bodies laid dead in front of him, and yet still there were protesters scattered like ants across the fields. He walked up to them, and even in his sleep, he felt it; the extending of his claws, tearing into the sheets. He kept twisting, kept turning and sweat damped his body as his deeds haunted him... ‘Help me!’ ‘No!’ ‘Please I beg you!’ ‘Don’t kill me...I...!’ Xavier whimpered in his sleep, his mind filled with torment, his heart with pain. ‘I’m innocent!’ ‘I said nothing!’ ‘You’re a demon, no king, a demon from hel—’ In swift movements, his hand reached forward, swiping the woman across the neck, blood sprayed and the screams from bystanders had him jolting up out of his sleep. His eyes shot open and with them, he looked around, realizing that he was not outside on the fields, but in his bedroom. He looked down at his hands, trying but failing to retract his claws.
Celia twisted on the blanket or at least aspired to. The sheets were tangled over her body, the blanket ruffled beneath her, but she was sure that it was none of them that restricted her movements. Xavier’s scent was strong beside her and the weight of his arm was prominent over her waist. It was him, the bastard who had hurt her feelings and her pride yesterday. Opening her eyes, she squinted at his sleeping form. For a bastard, he looked innocent...well maybe not innocent, he looked like the devil he was, a hot monster that she really wanted to eat her up. He had always looked that way, since the very moment they met he had taken her heart in the palm of his hand and had yet to stop squeezing it. She wished that the words he told her last night were true, she wished she could believe them. He said he was trying, to get over Celeste, to be with her, but when was it going to happen? When was he going to show her that he really did try and succeed? Celia sighed, leaning in to rest h
“I hope you won’t rile me up and turn your back on me again...” Xavier shook his head. “I won’t, trust me.” He closed the closet and walked over to sit on the bed. “We’re suppose to go down for breakfast, but I doubt you’d want to go after what happened yesterday. I’ll mind link the omegas not to come up, they will if they don’t see us at breakfast...moreover, the one yesterday was audacious enough to open my door without me telling her to.” “She’s new.” “I know, dad’s trying his best to make me change my mind, I won’t though...I’m conscious of that.” “Well I’m not...” Celia’s eyes were still focused on his chest that was yet to be covered. “Will you not put on a shirt?” “What’s the sense? Am I not going to have to take it off again?” The insinuation of his words had Celia’s clit convulsing. “I guess...” She could feel as her wetness became even more damped, her little fingers gripping the sheets tighter. She wanted to be taken now, ravished; three years, she went without f*ckin
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,