What is happening?! Aren’t I supposed to not feel such things? Aren’t I supposed to be mateless?! Aren’t I supposed to be nothing but a simple damn human?! I guess I pulled the small straw from the gene pool… I feel my temperature rising and I feel myself grow unsteady, my vision blurry and my breath shaky. Fuck… fuck… not here! Not now!
But no- this is not right. I am wolfless. This is not the mating heat. This is- my drink! The slimy man definitely slipped something into my drink and this shit acted fast and strong!
As these thoughts roam through my mind, and my knees feel as if they weaken, a strong pair of hands get hold of my arms, holding me upright. I know for sure that whoever holds me right now, is not looking at me. Their eyes are pinned on the short haired man, and there is a slight growl escaping his throat as he guides me to sit back on the chair.
“Did you slip something in her drink?” the man who caught me asks, his voice low and raspy, sending shivers down my spine.
Please don’t make a scene!
One of his hands is still on my arm, gripping it tightly, making sure he is not going to allow me to slip from my seat, while the other grabs the now empty glass and brings it to his nose, taking a short sniff of it.
“No-” I manage to breathe out. “He did nothing-” I huff and try to swat his hand away. “-I’m just-” i don't need help! I don’t need someone to pick me up and protect me like I am some damsel in distress!
I choke on my words and my eyes close, my whole body feeling as if it was filled with lead.
“Look-” the man with short hair starts speaking but his voice is muffled by the sound of my own heart.
Before I can catch myself, I am falling head first, forward, my eyes closing once again, and my heart sinking into the pits of my stomach.
I am not sure how long I am out, what has happened, where I was or who even was around me, but when I finally come to my senses, I feel as if I had fallen against a wall. Only this wall had arms, strong arms, wrapped around me and the scent of harsh leather was making me dizzy and feeling as if I was intoxicated.
“Hey!” The same voice from earlier rings acutely in my year, over the muffled music.
My fingers sink into something that feels mildly like hard stone, but when I look up, I realize it’s his chest. I feel my face flush and the heat take hold of my whole body in an instant, turning up a lovely fever. A short humm sound escapes me and I feel like he tenses right under my touch, his hands flying off of my body while I press my forehead against his chest.
“Please~” I hear myself whimper and I know he hears me.
Does he know what I am asking for? Am I truly aware of what I am asking for right now? I am not sure of either … But I find myself slipping back into a very familiar haze.
Being an omega has haunted me my whole life. My life was wrapped around a tight circle of people and ballet was the only thing that brought me an ounce of freedom. With an overly materialistic mother and a never present father, this earned both their attention and validation and I found myself pleased with it.
And now, I was selling myself off into a marriage that promised freedom. Those of my kind rarely had freedoms. Werewolves were usually wed in the same pack, to ensure a lovely stability and odd purity of the genes, but this time, my father did agree to marrying his only daughter to someone out of the pack. I wonder why? Did Keon know something we didn’t?
I wanted out of this lifestyle! I wanted out of being treated as a constant nuisance, an error. How could an alpha so powerful as my father have an omega as his daughter?! I kept hearing this over and over again and I was sick of it!
Right now, I am sure it’s the drugs talking, but all I wanted was for him to touch me more! To hold me more! To feel his scent more, to taste him and have him taste me-
“Argh~” my own moan surprises me and the daze seems to clear out for a second.
The image of the ceiling comes into sight and I understand I am laying down. The pillow and the mattress are soft enough to offer plenty of comfort, as if I was laying in a pile of feathers. Between my legs I feel warmth, and as I shift my head to look away from the ceiling, I see him.
He looks as if he has been ripped out from a painting. From a fantasy book-
Strange white hair, a mess; almondy deep set eyes in a golden color that make me think of molten gold; strong cheekbones; sunken in cheeks; a strong sharp nose; plump fleshy lips that seem to have been recently bitten- Did i bite them?
Wait! Wait just a minute! As handsome as he was, the man whose fingers were stretching my cunt right now was a complete stranger! How did I end up here?! Where was I?!
In a complete and utter frenzy, I push him away, my feet in his stomach, my hands on his face, pushing him far from my body, even if all I wanted was for him to keep stretching and filling me-
He pauses, sucks in a breath, his eyes cutting in a short motion from my body to my face, as he swallows hard. There are beads of sweat on his forehead, I can see some on his neck and now, I understand he was biting his own lips to hold himself back and not dive right between my legs. Shit! Did he know?! Did he know who I was?! Did he know the kind of deal I was in?
His fingers pull away from my pussy and move right to his lips, where his tongue snakes out and he licks his fingers clean of my juices.
“You were so close-” He rasps out, his voice throaty, making my nipples go hard with arousal, making my pelvis feel like it’s flooding with a new wave of warmth and excitement. “If you want me to stop, push me off the bed now-” he growls out, his eyes narrowing, his sharp brows almost coming together in that frown of his.
Stop? Did I want him to stop?
I gulp down my own questions, my eyes scanning him again. His skin was a soft warm shade of ivory, making his sinewy muscles make him look as if he were a statue. One sculpted by one of the most skilled artist-
My eyes cut down his stomach and I suddenly found myself staring between his legs, where his erection was poking at the back of my thigh. I never really got to mess around, but I am not sure if it was supposed to be that big! It made me think of my own forearm! Some of my colleagues had smaller forearms than his dick-
How was I supposed to fit that inside of me?!
I feel him take my hand off of his face and he brings it to his lips, where he plants a kiss on my palm, his eyes pinned on my face, making me self aware. I was naked in front of a stranger. A complete stranger. One utterly beautiful, whose eyes were filled with desire and lust. There was no ounce of judgment towards my much skinnier and smaller body. Or to the bones that were unhealthily showing through my skin-
“You’re stalling-” he rasps out, his teeth grazing over my wrist, his eyes closing slowly. “You’re taunting me? Are you going to refuse me or not?” he growls out, the grip on my forearms growing a bit painful. “If you don’t say something now-” he hisses, using his other hand to guide my legs on each side of his hips. “I will take it as an invitation!” he warns me.
I am dripping wet. I am a mess and despite how that makes me feel, when the head of his erection presses and rubs against my entrance, I want nothing but for him to shove himself inside of me already! Tear me apart and make this heated pain go away-
“Ahhhhh~” my pained moan fills the room when he thrust himself inside.
It feels as if he is tearing me, stretching me just a bit over my limits. Tears flood my eyes and he brings my hands above my head, holding them there with one hand, while the other takes hold of my hips. His breath is raspy and uneven, and he had stopped himself not even halfway of his length.
“You’re so tight-” he groans out, his eyes closed.
Suddenly, they snap open as if he finally pieced it together. His eyes round in shock and it seems that he is reconsidering this whole affair. His grip on my hands loosen and despair fills my stomach.
“No!” I find myself pleading. “Don’t stop!” My voice is shaky and I feel like something within me begs for this as well.
His eyes narrow slightly but he does not fight me. He hesitates a second more, before his grip on me tightens again, pulling back before pushing himself back in with a bit more ardor. Each thrust grows more and more fierce and wild and before I can even notice it, the pain has completely turned to pleasure.
I’m so lost in all this that I am not even sure when he pulls out and flips me on my stomach, grabs my hips and forces them up, before he pushes himself inside once again, letting out a few sharp breaths and silent curses and comments about how tight I am.
What am I doing? Who is this? I have a fiancee…
“Ah!”
“Hngf~”
“Mmhhm~”
The buzzing of my phone is the thing that wakes me up. There is a terrible haze all over my mind and I am not sure I have any idea where I am. Am I even on Earth anymore? My whole body feels heavy and stiff and overworked. Especially a few gentle areas, like my thighs, my breasts, my lower back- What the hell happened?“She’s asleep-” A low groggy voice suddenly pushes away all the haze and fog that has taken hold of my brain, making my eyes snap open. As I do, I am faced with a sight that makes me suck in a sharp breath. Was I dreaming? Shit- he is looking at me.Golden eyes cut from the phone, to me, and I feel a surge of panic. It’s the same man from last night- He is leaning against the headboard of the bed, his chest completely bare, his lower body covered by the white blanket that we share. I swallow harshly and turn on my back, pulling my gaze away from him, covering my face with my hands, before I hear a very familiar voice yell into the phone. Thalia-I jolt up and grab th
I could not just blurt out my name, or my father’s! I could not disclose to some stranger - as handsome as he was - who I was! The Malvak family is a renowned one and a special one, that was. The females born into this family usually suffered from an extremely rare genetic mutation, that’s what they call it, but I think it’s just a curse that is bound to our blood. We had no scent, we had no wolf. No matter if the father was an alpha, if his Luna bore a daughter, she’d be born wolfless.. For a werewolf, that might have been the worst fate ever, but in our world, it meant you could easily slide around and move like a fish in water, because you were harder to be caught. Harder to desire, harder to mate. I suck in a breath and something within urges me to play his game. A smile curls on my lips and I feel a bit of mischief tickling my senses. Despite the usual shyness and overall coy nature that is etched within me, one of my hands reaches upwards and my fingers touch his cheek, hesita
“WHAT do you mean you gave him your number?!” Thalia’s voice echoes through the cafe and I feel myself growing ashamed when a few heads turn around to look at us with slight annoyance. “Hush!” I hurry to make the brunette shut her mouth before she makes a fool out of both of us.She rolls her eyes and leans back into her seat, covering her face with both her hands. “From what you know, he could be a fuckign serial killer! Didn’t your parents warn you about men like those?! Did I fail to mention men are pigs and they will-”“Oh, Stop it!” I started to feel a bit uncomfortable with her fussing like this and I started doubting my decision to exchange numbers. “He also has no idea who I am-” I huff and bite my lower lip, looking out the window, watching the first drops of rain start to fall.Thalia turns silent and I feel like she is weighing this all in her mind once again. Truth was, it sounded a bit crazy. In a world like this, with a name like mine, you could never be too cautious.
She’s smaller than I expected. She looks much frailer. For a ballet dancer, she fits all the standards. Despite her straight posture and her elegant, almost feline way of walking, I can see the way her body lingers for more. More rest. More food and definitely more of ~ me. I’m not sure if I will ever forget the way anger took root in my chest when I saw that scum approach her. Not just that. The way he tried to make his move in such a forceful way. Did he not know a doe like her would scare easily? Did he not see the fear that hid behind those stormy blue eyes of hers? Did he not feel the distrust in her voice when she tried to gently turn him down?The fact that he knew and he still pushed it, the fact that he was ready to dump drugs into her drink and have her in the bathroom, made me blind with rage. It made my stomach turn and my inner demons recoil in disgust and spite. No one was allowed to lay their hands on her-Needless to say, I did not expect the next thing to happen. And
The last thing I want is to be late right now! But it seems that the world is against me in every possible way. The traffic is insane and each route I take seems more crowded than the other! But eventually I park the car right in front of the studio and jump out of my car like a panicked five year old who is late for a birthday party. I walk around the car, checking my phone and bump right into a damn pole. “I’m sorry -” I mutter out of habit as I walk around the pole and before I can make another step, it hits me. Leather and peaches. The perfume is so powerful I almost gag. I lift my head and find myself facing a terribly familiar face. My own reddens in an instant and the air leaves my lungs immediately. The man seems as puzzled by our encounter as I am, his brows raised in an obviously confused way as he processes what is happening too. Why does he seem so fuckign dumb?! It feels like there is no thought behind those golden eyes of his. It feels like there is nothing between
Days passed and I am not sure if I ever spent more time in my life in this dance studio than before this god forsaken show!I walk by the mirror in a hurry, and I catch a glimpse of myself. I looked overworked. I definitely felt overworked. How late was it? The sun had set a while ago and I was sure everything was dark. At least there wouldn't be much traffic and I would make it home soon enough. I sigh and look at myself once more, smoothing my hands over my waist, over my belly, a sinister thought coming to haunt me right now. I was to be married in three weeks. I was to be a wife. A good wife… a good wife births children. But a mother, no matter how good of a mother she was, was not going to be a ballerina. And that terrified me. Ballet has been my life for as long as I could remember. And when I accepted the marriage proposal, I did not take into consideration the collateral damage this would bring. And even now, it seemed unreal. It was not something I could see myself live wit
Our usual secrecy has all washed away as we make our way to my car. I know this could break a big scandal in my pack. I know this could ruin my image in front of my future husband, but it did not matter. I did not promise to be a virgin! I only promised to marry! I did not promise I will not fuck around until the last minute. Part of me knows that if news like this will make their way to my father’s ears, I will surely hear a bunch of not so pleasing things. But right now… with the fire burning brightly under my skin, nothing mattered. A sinful union that would soon cease was not something new in the world we live in. Or at least this was what I told myself when guilt would come creeping, to take hold of my last sane thoughts. When guilt would come to taint and grip my heart. It had no power over it, when I was already tainted by him. By his lips, by his hands and hungry kisses. As I sink into the driver's seat, he buckles his safety belt into the passenger's seat and as I look a
“Wait, wait, wait -” I hurry to speak when he dips closer to my neck, his nose brushing against one of my pulse point, his breath falling right in the crook of my neck, making my skin turn to goosebumps, while I press my hands into his chest, in a terrible attempt of pushing away. “Wait?” he repeated in a low raspy voice, not moving away from my neck. “Why would I need to wait, little doe?” he asked, the hand on my hips squeezing me a little tighter. “It’s been a four hour dance rehearsal with no break. I stink!” I protest, a little self conscious about the fact that wearing spandex is not the ideal outfit before a date. But this was not a date, was it? “Stink?” he repeats and I wonder if he is just playing dumb or he is truly one handsome hunk and nothing more. “I need to freshen up -” I insist and give his chest another push. But he is not moving. He seems determined to not give me the chance and dignity to shower before he puts his lips on me. I feel the tip of his nose move