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
Xavier sighed as he wiped at the already healing wound around Celia’s neck. He couldn’t stop thinking about it, he really should’ve killed Alex, not only his actions were disrespectful, but his words too. ‘His words are just as important as yours...’ How so? If Xavier’s words had been important to him one bit, he’d have stopped the moment he ordered him to. He was the alpha of the pack, not his father and yet everybody respected his father more than him. Why? Had he not shown them how deadly he could be? Were they not afraid of dying? It seems they didn’t fear him enough, they all stood around a friendly match and watched as it became viscous and did absolutely nothing to break it apart. All of them were in on it, his father had stepped way pass his boundaries. If Xavier were to confront him now, he’d start talking crap about protecting his son from danger and Xavier really didn’t want to slam his f*cking head against a wall. He was the dangerous one, so vile that he plotted t
Celia woke up with an headache that had her groaning. Her neck ached abundantly when she twisted it and her body felt like it was trapped beneath a rock. She knew what had happened, she could remember it clearly, Alex had cheated, he had almost killed her. Was it because she was a woman or because she was a rogue? It was probably both. Pushing the sheets off of her, she sighed. Her pride was wrecked in an awful way, she had been confident that she’d win, even went against Xavier when he told her not to fight him. She could bet on her life that he had been the one to stop the fight. After all, everyone else wanted her dead... Especially his father. Nobody wanted her here, which was why she had contemplated leaving, but how could she leave? Xavier was being nice again, he hadn’t been speaking to her harshly, instead his words were so different from how they use to; kind, sensual, sympathetic. He wasn’t treating her like sh*t anymore, like someone disposable, he even found the time t
Xavier sighed as he looked at her back, frustration one of the prominent emotions he felt. He understood what she was trying to say and he understood that she was frustrated too, but nothing that happened was his fault. If anything, he was a victim too. Everything that happened so far, she pinned it on him and the past. Was it not called the past for a reason? Running a hand through his hair, he took a seat on the edge of the bed, reaching for her shoulder with the other. It didn’t get far enough to touch her though, because his hand froze when he heard her voice. “I don’t want you anywhere near me either...” He pulled back his hand and sighed. “It’s my bed, Celia.” “Totally forgot.” She sat up, wincing lowly while doing so. “My blankets are under the bed, I’ll sleep on them.” “Could you just stop? I...” his hand reached for hers, but Celia pulled away. “Stop what?” “I told you to put the past behind yo—” “I don’t want to do that, I want to go home.” “We’re back to this again
Celia walked over to the spot he patted on the bed, yet instead of sitting there, she jotted down in his lap, her head falling against his chest. “I...I’m sorry...”That was something she dreaded saying, which was why instead of spilling it out to Celeste, she had written it down on paper, but in the situation she was currently in, she had no choice but to let the words out. “I didn’t know, I thought tha...” Xavier’s arms encased her, the warmth, the tingles flooding right through her. “It’s alright, there’s no way you could’ve known anyway.” “Yes but...” she lifted her head, her sad eyes finding his. “Xavier I...” Xavier sighed. “Your reaction is making me feel awkward, stop...act like you normally do.” “What? You want me to call you a dickhead after what you told me? I’m sorry, but I can’t, you don’t seem like a dickhead anymore. I...I don’t even know what to say. I can’t say I fully understand you, but I do. Sure I have been loved by many, but the love I really wanted was taken
Celia pulled away from the kiss, her eyes regarding him with a lust that grew from the fire in the pit of her stomach. “I want you...in more ways than just one.” “Celia, you’re not fully healed and your—” “Nothing’s wrong with me anymore,” She lifted her head, showing him her neck. “see? I’m fine.” “Celia...” Xavier warned, but even as he said it, his hands roamed her body, dipping under her shirt. Celia lifted it, aiming to do nothing but encourage him. “I’ve shown you how much I want you, it’s time for you to show me too...or perhaps you don’t want me?” “I do, but I...” his hand slipped beneath her breast and with a groan, he laid his head against her chest. “Stop...” “I’m not doing anything...you are...” “I...” Xavier groped the thick flesh, squeezing it in his hand. “You’re tempting me, just like you always do.” Celia moaned, her arms wrapping around his neck. “I’m not...I’m just trying to give you what you want.” Her fingers slipped into the soft, black strands of his hair
Celia repositioned herself, her trembling legs not on her side at all. Her knees sunk into the soft mattress, which should’ve made it easier for her move, but she couldn’t... The shiver that lingered in her body was too much and Celia’s pride...it had diminished. Groaning, she dropped her head against Xavier’s chest; ashamed of herself. “I can’t...I...” This had never happened to her before, this felt so new and embarrassing. “I’m sorry.” Xavier’s index finger found her chin, cautiously lifting her head so she looked up into those dark, lustful eyes. “What exactly are you sorry for?” The smirk on his lips taunted her. He knew what was happening and even though she felt like he was mocking her, she tried to answer. “Sorry for...” His other hand kept groping at the sensitive parts of her body; her breast, her bum...making it hard for her to even speak. “I’m opting out. I can’t...” “Your current action does not match the words of confidence you had spewed before now, my little vixen
Celia twisted in Xavier’s arms, turning to face him. He was sleeping, but for some reason she couldn’t and apparently, that reason was hunger. Sighing, she glared at him. The bastard hadn’t fed her, but he hadn’t hesitated to f*ck her...she could bet that he had eaten, which was why he was sleeping so soundly... But Celia wouldn’t suffer alone, he’ll have to suffer too. Flinging his arm from around her, she sat up, watching begrudgingly as he stirred in his sleep, reaching for her again. She slapped his hand away. “Don’t touch me, Xavier...” And pretty soon, his eyes fell open, searching for her. He rubbed them, then his face before sitting up too. “What was that for?” “I’m hungry...” His sleepy eyes hardened, his gaze turning into a glare. “And because you’re hungry, you have every right to slap me, right?” “I suppose...” Xavier hissed and laid back down against the pillow. “Go to sleep, Celia.” Celia shook her head. “No...at least get me something to eat first.” She shook hi