His tongue slid out between a perfect row of white teeth before he bit down on his plush, bottom lip. The smile that was on his face showed off his dimples, which somehow made him even more attractive. Elliot was sexy as hell, and he had me in the palm of his hand right now.
Fuck every warning bell telling me to run away. Fuck every time he was an asshole to me. He’s the sexiest asshole I’ve ever seen, and I want him to do dirty, nasty things to my body.
“If you could control yourself in the kitchen, this dress might look half decent,” my mother gritted out as she pulled the strings on my corset tighter. I ignored the dig, allowing the numb feeling of today to take over. She somehow possessed the ability to make me feel numb while simultaneously making me feel like a flaming piece of shit. As I mindlessly stared at myself in the mirror, my mother slowly stole my ability to breathe. Flashes in my mind take me back to the day that I was in this very same position. Three years ago. “Father, I can’t. How am I supposed to say goodbye?” I sobbed, collapsing to the floor. “Sweetheart, goodbyes are for those we will never see again. See you later is the better term. You will meet your brother in the afterlife. We must be as strong as we can right now. Dallas wouldn’t want us to crumble in his absence,” my father kneeled to my level, speaking softly as he grabbed my hands, "He will finally be free." “He was my best friend,” I snif
Despite the thick canvas above our heads, the forest provided little cover for the raging storm looming above our heads. Water fell in sheets from the sky, growing heavier and heavier with each passing moment, but I refused to stop. I didn’t want to go home. Home. It didn’t feel like a home. Not mine, at least. It felt like a prison cell. There was no warmth. No love within its walls any longer. Just never-ending dread that seeped through the vents, crawling across your skin, and slowly invading your senses until it consumed you. My dress clung to my body as a second skin, slowing me down, but I refused to allow it to stop me. Between the rain and wind, a cold chill had settled deep in my bones. Elliot dutifully followed closely, not bothering to ask any questions, nor did he complain about the cold that he was surely feeling himself. A pang of guilt hit me, “You don’t have to do this,” I shouted over my shoulder, not losing pace, "I'll be fine. I always am." “Don’t real
Elliot is merely a human without me, and a pathetic one at that. I try to have sympathy for him, but I cannot find any. It baffles me how the human brain chooses to remain stuck in any negative pivotal moment in their life. He denies her because he denies himself. How selfish is that? A creature like me can fuck through pain. Why punish myself with abstinence, feeding into that pain, when I can lose myself in someone else and grasp onto pleasure? I see that in Lilliana. Most of her kind choose to remain pure for their future mates. It is kind of sad really. Such women hold themselves to an impossible standard, holding their pleasure hostage for a man that would throw them to the side if the opportunity presented itself. But not her. She doesn’t deny herself the simple pleasures of life. Whether it be fruit stolen from a garden, or the deliciously sinful activities behind closed doors. I can smell the longing for chaos that breeds just beneath her perfect, porcelain skin.
“Hissssssssssss.” Elliot jumped up at the noise that I made, “What the fuck was that?” His brows furrowed as he searched around the room through sleepy eyes, trying to find the culprit. Despite the extreme ache throbbing in my skull, Elliot’s sleepy voice filtered through. It was kind of a gruff, whisper laced with sleep. “I was imitating a vampire. The sun burns,” I groaned as the rays of sun blinded me through parted curtains. Blush tinted my cheeks as a realized how ridiculous that probably sounded. Flopping back onto his pillow, he chuckled, rubbing his eyes with the base of his palms, “I thought we might have had a feral cat sneak in here. That was the most pathetic vampire I’ve ever heard.” My mouth fell agape before laughter hit me full force, intensifying the ache in my skull. “Wait, what? You’ve met a vampire?” That’s exciting. I’ve never been to Xantha. Mother deemed it too dangerous as every species freely lives within their walls. Dragons, Faes, Lycans, Vampi
My bow felt heavy on my back today. Cue regret for drinking so much last night. Outside of my oasis, this was a place where I could blow off steam. When it was just me and my bow, the world around me melted away. It had to be that way. If I lost focus, my target was pointless. I’d never successfully hit it. I can’t explain the feeling that washes over me every time my arrow pierces through my target. Whether it be on the board. A tree. An apple. I change size and distance to challenge myself, but it’s difficult to go unnoticed. Pulling the bow from my back and holding it out in front of me, I press the end of the arrow against the string and pull back. The tension in the bow causes my body to shudder with pleasure. Holding the bow just in front of my right shoulder, I stare down at my target around one-hundred and fifty feet ahead. My eyes hyperfocus on the haphazardly painted X on the splintered tree trunk, blurring everything else around me. Inhale. Exhale. Six. Five.
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