Mag-log inRiven.My hand flew to my ass, covering and clutching my butt crack as I walked over to the closet in slow, grandpa steps.“This is Skyler’s fault,” I muttered to myself.I took out a cloth to wear and… threw it on.Guess I would just lie down and wait until he was done.---After what seemed like forever, he was back in the bedroom. I didn't open my eyes; I was half asleep.Then he sat beside me, leaning down.“Hi, princess,” he called into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.“Don't call me that. You don’t have the right to,” I warned in a sleepy voice, my eyes still closed.“I don’t, but it doesn't change the fact that you are.”I rolled my eyes inwardly. “Whatever.”“Come on. The tea is ready, princess,” he said, placing a soft kiss on my lips.“You don't want it cold.”He stood up, and my eyes opened. I was feeling a tiny headache.Then he stretched forth his hand, lending me support, but I didn't want all that stupid sympathy.I slapped the hand off.“I will do it myself.”He
Riven.My eyes flew open slowly, the brightness from the window hitting my eyes. Fuck, I squinted and shut them back shut.My head…Suddenly,I felt something—warm, hard—beside me. My eyes flew open regardless of the sunlight. Beside me was…Blue hair with a few strands covering a calm, innocent face. My gaze trailed down—a hand wrapped around my waist.Sky.Instantly, the memories of last night flooded my head.Fuck.I wish I could say that I was drunk. Maybe that I had acted under the influence of alcohol. But I wasn't. Not at all. I was very much sober.And I knew for a fact that I was fucked by a guy.I didn't know when a small smile tugged at my lips.“Congratulations, Riven. You are officially gay,” Ford, my wolf’s voice, intruded.I scoffed. “I’m not gay, Ford.”“So what would you say you are? After you didn't let me sleep last night, moaning and screaming on top of your lungs,” he asked.“I am not gay!” I snapped at Ford. “I'm just… okay, fine… I'm gay, but only for him.”My g
Riven.My eyes flew open at that announcement. He had added another lube, and I felt his finger again at the entrance of—My eyes widened. My mouth parted. I couldn’t even say anything; I just lay there.It was a totally different kind of pain from the one finger.“Riven, are you ok? Should I stop?” he asked with a voice full of concern.I didn't respond because… I couldn't even.Finally, he was all in.He waited, allowing me to adjust to the new addition.My eyes opened.“You ok?” he asked.I nodded barely. “Yes. Move,” I demanded.And his hand started moving, slowly.As he did, his pace increased, the pain decreased, and pleasure increased.I bit my lips. “Sky…” I called, looking at his face. “Oh… oh… oh…”His finger kept going in and out of me now at a faster pace.“Oh my fucking—ah… ah…” I wasn’t thinking straight anymore, not with how much he was ramming that finger in and out of me.“Sky…” I called, in between moans.His gaze shifted to my face.“I want it in,” I whispered.He b
Riven.I had said what I said; my arms were still wrapped firmly around his neck.I felt him freeze under my embrace, his hand on my hip loosening a bit.“I want you to fuck me, Skyler,” I said again, just in case he wasn't sure of what I had said earlier.“Riven… I…” His hand on my waist dropped. His gaze dimmed, like he was hesitant if I was the one who was making such a statement. “No, I… Riven, I cannot…”I pulled him closer. My eyes narrowed. “You cannot what?” I whispered, my fingers running through the back of his hair.“You cannot fuck me?” I whispered calmly.He closed his eyes briefly. “No, that's not it.”“Then what?” I murmured.He swallowed.“I… this is not… the right time for this. I… I know I want you, and I had always wanted you, but I… I don't want it to feel like…” He paused. “Riven, just not now. Not when I… I… not now.”I scoffed softly on his face.“Not now? When?” I asked.“In prison? When you are arrested, is that?”He looked at me.My gaze lowered, looking down
Riven.“What do you want from me, Skyler?” The words came out of my mouth. I had never, ever, in my entire life been so attached to anyone as I was to this murderer.I had not been myself. I had suddenly turned into an alcoholic. I isolated myself, and it was all because of him—Skyler.My days suddenly transitioned from white to black.And just when I thought I was coming here to confront him, like Stiles had suggested—maybe know why he did what he did? Even when I knew too well that nobody, for any fucking reason, should murder another—Even when I knew that murder has no excuse—I still wanted to hear him. I still convinced myself that I needed to hear him out.And now, I was here with him, not even asking him anymore.Not even caring about anything else—the murder, anything. All I cared about was him. Just him.And now, just a moment ago, I had admitted to myself that this… this wasn't just a mate bond. No, it wasn't. Like I fucking liked—no, scratch that. I loved this psychopath.
Sky.I watched him as his eyes blurred, turning glassy.“Riven…” I called again.“Shut up!” He spat low, his voice clouded.“Don't you fucking call my name. You murderer. You…” He came closer. “You… I am… I'm fucking miserable now. And it's all your fault. All because of you. You have made me taste and feel miserable.”He smiled—a sad smile.“I couldn't even stay for days without you. Pathetic. Foolish me.”Gosh… my vision blurred too as I watched him. I didn't know when, but I felt the warm liquid trickling down my face.He continued. “You got me stuck to you, and now you think you can just leave?” He stepped closer again, his face calm—but a stormy calm. “No. You won't. You cannot leave me, Skyler. I will hold you down. And even in the West, you are still mine!”I… I opened my mouth to say something. He sniffed, brushing his finger through his nose. He turned back to me.“Why did you do this?” he asked, then paused, looking at me.“Did you even think? Did you think of these people's
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