He took ahold his hard length; the thick, long beast that wouldn't stop drooling to be inside of her.
He ran it along her clit, sliding it down into the only blissful cavern he knew... The warmth enveloped him immediately, her walls locking around him and a cry so full of pleasure falling from her lips.
Her legs shook against his, her body producing even more slick to aid his thrusts. He could feel it dripping down his c*ck, moistening it, making it easier for him to fully sheath himself inside.
Taking full of advantage of that, he snapped his hips forward, burying himself balls deep into her. She hollered out again, her arm wrapping around his neck, instinctively pulling him closer. "Z-Zillon."
Zillon looked down at her, eyes seeming darker than they were a second ago. "What did I tell you Kitten?"
Celeste shrugged against him, nothing but pleasure coarsing through her. "Y
His hips rotated, then he started thrusting into her hard and fast. Celeste whimpered, wetting her cheeks with tears. It felt good, too good... She felt as though the pleasure could kill her...She was overly sensitive, she just came and yet still Zillon wouldn't let up. He was being cruel, giving her too much of what she begged for... But could she complain...?Even though she was suffering because of her sensitivity, even though she was shaking like a leaf, she wouldn't exchange this for the world, she wanted him to slow down, but a part of her didn't...The roughness, the man handling...it was all worth it if this pleasure was what she'd gain...Hugging him tighter, Celeste gave up trying to run away because it's obvious that he wouldn't let her... He was too deep into his lust, he had succumbed to his desires and overall, she was happy that she was capable of making him lose control. 
Zillon woke up to Celeste wrapped securely in his arms. The shirt she wore smelled just like him, but how could it not?It was his.Last night after showering, he had forced her into wearing it and when she had finally thrown it over her head, pride had filled his chest to the very brim.Beneath it, she wore nothing but a pink panty that he had watched her put on, her legs and a fair portion of her thighs on full display.It was a tempting sight, but he had managed to push back the sensual thoughts and focus on the fact that she was already worn out. He had been rough, he had f*cked her like he had never f*cked anyone before.He had gripped her with the aim of never letting go and his hips had worked like an oiled down engine. She had cried out, tried to get away, and yet still he had held her captive to the pleasure.During that very moment he felt as
Celeste and Zillon walked downstairs side by side to the sweet smell of meat balls and what they were sure was spaghetti.Around the table, Gregory and Celine already sat, both watching as the beautiful couple approached. "I see you people have finally started to look like soulmates.""Shut up, mom." Zillon grumbled, taking his seat alongside her. He patted the seat next to him, non-verbally telling Celeste to sit there.With little to no hesitance, she did, ankles crossing as she looked up at Zillon's parents. "Goodmorning.""Morning sweetheart." They both replied in unison, Gregory's face lighting up like a Christmas tree. "You're one to always remember your manners Celeste, but let me ask, why are you not sitting beside your father-in-law this morning?""Well I...you see..." Celeste started, her eyes darting down to stare at the table. "I...I—"
She waited for the hit, the viscous bite, but it never came, instead another wolf with fur as black as night brought it down before it could even get close to her.She wasn't sure who this wolf was. It had the aura of an alpha, it was strong too… it's jaw locking around the rogue's neck, not hesitating to break it.Who was...?Celeste's heart stammered in her chest when the black wolf turned to her, blood draining from its mouth. It wasn't apart of the pack, she was greatly aware of that, but it's scent made her feel rather safe than scared.Perhaps it was because it was so similar to Zillon's; freshly chopped woods and cherry blossom, or perhaps it was because it saved her just now. But why?Celeste took a step back, her feet shaky, her heart a mess. "W-Who are you?"It stepped forward, crouching down as it transformed back into its natural form. It w
Zillon didn't talk to her for the rest of the day and if his eyes caught hers, the look in them would be colder than ice. She understood his anger, she understood that she was wrong, but...Celeste zipped her suitcase closed distractedly, nothing but sadness in her eyes as she watched him pack his bags. Could he not just forgive her?Every single time he glared at her, an additional piece of her heart fell from her chest and into the pit of her stomach. She hated it, she kept wishing things would go back to how they were, but every time she attempted to get close to him, he'd walk away.It's been hours now, she craved his attention, his touch, but she doubt he'd be kind enough to issue her either. He probably hated her now, the look in his eyes made that obvious and yet Celeste couldn't help but wish that her assumption was wrong.These past few days were special to her and she really di
Zillon stuffed his bags in the trunk, leaving it open for her to put her luggage in as he walked around to the driver's seat.Celeste strained a little, but managed to fit the suitcase inside. She adjusted it, then closed the trunk and walked around the car to the passenger seat beside his.She pulled the door open and as soon as she entered and closed it behind her, Zillon drove off.Throughout the whole drive, he didn't say a word to her. He kept his eyes on the road and his hands on the steering wheel. It was a torture; watching him ignore her, and though it was painful, Celeste had to endure it.It was all her fault after all, if she had just ignore her restlessness and ignore the will to feel free, she'd probably be in his arms right now. But as he had ruthlessly said before they left his parents house....'What is done is done..."And he was right
Zillon ran a hand through his head of black hair as he walked down the hall to Celeste's room. He was ready for patrol and though he was angry at her, he at least had to say goodbye.He was aware of the fact that she was probably angry at him after how he had treated her, and honestly, that was okay...he deserved her anger. He shouldn't have glared at her, shouldn't have called her weak and he shouldn't have driven unsafely either, but he had every right to be angry at her too.That girl heard when his father spoke about the rogues, she knew they were dangerous, hell she knew they had ruthlessly murdered two pack members already and yet she went so deep into the f*cking forest.She was an omega, but he was sure that the elders had educated her. Ferals come around anytime the crave for blood haunted them; day or night, and that girl, that damn foolish girl went out there, so close to the pack borders.
Zillon pulled away, looking his kitten in the eyes. "I'm sorry, I really am...my anger was stemmed from the fact that you were so eager to put yourself in danger. You almost died Celeste, something could've happened to you and then what would I do? Without a mate like you, what would I do...?""Well I...I—""Look, until the rogue matter is through, I don't want you in the woods unless I'm there with you. You have to understand that you weren't trained to fight, there's no way for you to defend yourself...so let me be your protector... If you want to go for a run, tell me, I'm not heartless I'd let you...I'd give you anything as long as I'm in the position to do so, just tell me Celeste; you're not alone anymore, you're not unwanted... So tell me..."He brushed her hair aside, tucking the loose strands behind her ears. "You won't ever understand how frustrated I was when I couldn't find you inside that house and you