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

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

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

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

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