V - Flinch

~KAIROX~

Fragile. 

That was the first word that came to mind when I saw her broken body on the side of that road. 

She was a fragile looking thing that wasn't aware of what her father's decision had brought down on her. 

Sending her over to Jerome as an exchange for a piece of my territory, territory that shouldn't belong to anyone but the rogues. 

And they expected me to sit back, do nothing, while Jerome wets his cock and has a bunch of babies with this little woman.

It would have been such a fucking nuisance, having more people to kill when the current number works just fine for me. 

So I decided, before any nasty babies would be up and about, I would just kill the source. 

Then my wolf who had been silent for weeks woke with a hunger that nearly brought me to my knees. I'd found my mate, in the most unlikely of people. 

A weak woman that was barely a wolf from her scent. 

Her scent. 

Goddess. 

Her scent was the strongest thing I've ever had the pleasure of inhaling, flowers and fruits all floating in the air like a fucking picnic. It was like the fucking rainbow and I should have tossed her the first time I'd inhaled it, but fuck. 

It was like a drug, the scent tugging at my stomach so hard I feared I might lose control there and then. 

I'd heard of the mate bond, what it did to people and how it dumbed them down to suit the goddess' narrative. 

I never thought it would happen to me, but it did. 

Not that it mattered. 

I just had to re strategize, fuck her out of my system, get my wolf to go back to sleep and then kill her. 

That should be easy, no? 

"This is a bad idea." I murmured as I watched those green eyes flare up in outrage. 

Even her rage seemed fragile, careful as though it would break in a second. 

She was afraid of me, I could smell it off her and it was glorious, the smell of fear has always been. 

And on another day, I would have ripped that flimsy dress she had on to shreds and buried my cock so deep inside her she'd feel me in her throat and all she'd ever say was my name. 

Fuck. 

"Please, take it off," She pleaded, her small fingers tugging at the spelled collar I had made specially for her. 

"Aren't you hungry, princess?" My voice was different, heavier with an undertone that has never been there before, it felt like my wolf was in more control today, speaking through me, eager to feed her in his own way.

"I'm not your slave!"

"Not yet you're not." I grinned, "That'll come later," I added with a wink and promise. 

I saw the wheels click in her terrified green eyes as her full, pink lips parted in both realization and shock. 

A spoilt princess like her must've imagined she'd get prince Charming as her mate, but now she's got me, the perfect embodiment of what the humans would call, the devil. 

I even had a T-shirt made and everything. 

The collar looked so good on her, so fucking perfect against her pale, freckled skin. 

I imagined tugging at it and dragging her through the hallways of my mansion like a dog, on her knees, begging to be freed. 

Then I remembered she's a fucking Redthorn, and Jerome's precious lifelong girlfriend and my stomach immediately churned from the wave of anger and hatred that flooded me all at once. 

Damn it. 

Pedro was right. This was a bad idea. 

I should have rejected and killed her the second I saw her. 

"Come." I ordered, gone was the mirth from my voice. There was no room for amusement when reality was fucking me harder than any Woman In Red ever could. 

I grabbed her wrist and dragged her along, harder than necessary but perhaps it was. 

This woman needs to know she isn't in some paradise where she'll be treated like she was back at home.

She's in my territory now, and she won't ever be seeing her father again, not would she be getting any form of princess treatment from me. 

Keeping her here for as long as she holds my interest isn't punishment enough for her father's sins. 

It isn't punishment enough for Jerome's sins but, it will have to do. For now. 

I pulled the door to the guestroom wide open and dragged her outside, there was no protest, no resistance. 

Well, fuck me. 

That took the pleasure right out of it. 

I expected her to scream, beg for me to slow down, I wanted her to trip a few times as the wooden floors creaked below us. 

Instead, I heard her pants as we rounded the last turn, the shuffle of her short feet struggling to keep the pace, the soft clings of the metal on her collar against bone. 

I stopped abruptly. 

Not me. 

My wolf. 

For fucks sake! 

I turned to look at her, annoyed by myself and the sounds she was making. 

I shouldn't have. 

Her face was flushed red, covered in tiny droplets of sweat that ran down her chin and straight down her delicate looking neck. Her fiery red hair stuck to her skin like the finishing touches to a painting and lower... 

I caught a glimpse of her nipples poking through the dress, eager for attention. 

My attention. 

My fingers twitched at my sides, my throat immediately dry. 

Her eyes...were terrified. 

Gone was the woman who had half a spine and swore she would escape me, instead she was replaced by something softer, more submissive. 

Someone that looked like she followed orders for a living. 

Yet again, I felt that tight tug in my stomach, blood rushing in my ears like a fucking river as my cock strained against my zipper, a hard on that seemed bent on bringing me to my knees. 

I wasn't sure how long it took, how long I stared at her, breaths getting heavier. 

Like a fucking fool! 

I was snapped back into reality by my phone vibrating in my back pocket, the sudden sensation making my cock jump. 

I ripped my eyes away from her figure with difficulties I wouldn't dare admit to out loud and then I answered the call and brought the phone up to my ear. 

I felt her stare. Intense, heavier than the ache in my balls, dare I say. 

I dragged my gaze back to her in the next second, finding myself unable to look away. 

"Mated boy." 

I growled at the irritating voice that came from the other line, another one of my Betas that didn't have a single aota of respect for me. But then again what the fuck did I expect from rogues? 

"Tunde," I sneered, my voice rough and annoyed. 

As much as I loved the bastard, he was a major pain in my ass and I sometimes fantasized about sewing his constantly running mouth shut. 

"Kairox," He called out my name in a singsong voice, "I guess we aren't lovers anymore," He taunted, I could tell he was enjoying this, me finding a mate in the most unlikely places. 

And circumstances. 

"Go straight to the point you fucker!"

Amara flinched. 

My eyes snapped back to her and she actually flinched, from the curse word? 

What the actual...

"The wolves are restless, they're eager to see you..."

But his voice had somehow trailed away and silenced in my head as I watched her. 

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her lips remained parted and she looked up at me with a look that was far too pure from eyes that looked so sinfully alluring. 

She flinched from a curse word. 

Holy shit.

A grin split my lips before I could stop it, my interest and amusement growing like a virus, sinking it's claws until my fascination bordered on something else, something far more dangerous. 

"Kai, are you there?" Tunde's nagging voice came back in full force and I groaned. 

"I'll be there in a few hours," I dismissed, "I have to feed my mate."