He walked over to the bed, placing her down on the soft matress. His eyes ran over her naked form as he unbuttoned his shirt. "I'll try my very best to make you feel better." Celeste's legs trembled at his words, her eyes glistening with the lust that came along with her heat. Was he going to...? The shirt fell to the floor and despite trying to, Celeste couldn't hold back the moan of desperation that climbed up her throat. He was hot, his pecs, his abs and even the dark look in his eyes. His hands latched onto the sides of his shorts, pulling them down his muscular thighs. Celeste was dumbfounded, lost in his beauty. He hadn't even touched her yet and her poor legs were shaking. The heat, it was rising; undoubtedly yet involuntarily making her crave him more. With hands that could barely move, she reached out for him. "A-Alpha pl...please." Zillon tilted his head, now standing before her in nothing but his underwear. "The elders said you'd be desperate too,
Celeste nodded, groaning breathlessly. "I'll do any—anything you want me to." She stretched out her arm, reaching for him. "Just please...touch me." Zillon stepped back over to the bed, sitting at the very edge of it. He was feeling a little uncomfortable as if he was about to do something wrong, but somehow, something inside of him told him that it was the right thing to do. Perhaps it was the beast inside of him, or the matebond that was strong enough to almost control him. He wasn't sure what it was, but it egged him on, it made lust travel from the depths of his mind to the tip of his c*ck. "Have you ever done this before?" He asked, words coming out in a coarsed yet subdued tone. Celeste shook her head, writhing against the bed. "My first kiss, my virginity...everything was saved for you. Nobody but my parents and you have ever seen me naked. I-I'm all yours." A growl seeped through Zillon's lips, his eyes flashing to orange for a second before turning b
Celeste screamed out, and instead of pulling him closer, she started to push him away. It felt as though she was being split right open, the pain was immense, seemingly unbearable and she wanted it gone. But no matter how hard she pushed, Zillon didn't move. He kept putting it in, deeper, hurting her with every inch he inserted. "Stop pushing, calm down, just breathe. It'll hurt more if you keep moving around." Tears blessed Celeste's eyes as she weakly pushed against his chest. "Stop...please." Zillon sighed, ceasing his movements. "Celeste..." He warned, certainly annoyed. Celeste turned away from him, wiping at her tears. "I-It hurts." "I know, but you have to calm down, it'll feel good soon." "But..." Zillon shook his head. "Just trust me, at least this once." Celested sniffled, peeking over at him. "I...alright." Slowly, Zillon restarted the process of burying himself inside of her, teeth gritting to hold back a groan of pleasure. She
Zillon woke up in a room that did not belong to him, but it didn't take him long to realize where he was. He was laying on Celeste's bed, covered in her sheets, dying happily in her scent. Last night was a blast that he'd never forget; the fresh smell of her desperation, her sweat and even her cum. He had never experience such a pleasurable night in his life. Everything was in place, every move, every moan she made pleased him greatly. He could still remember how tight she locked around him, how warm, how heavenly she had felt. Goddess, she was everything he needed, she had hugged him so tight, pulled him so close, clawed his back and cried out his name so many times. It was maddening in a way he couldn't explain. A good way, a way that was gratifying. Breathing in, his arm that was already locked around her pulled her even closer, enjoying the warmth that radiated from her flawless skin. Her breaths were even, her body calm, she must be in a rather deep
Celeste brushed her teeth and took a quick shower before she ended up in the kitchen, seasoning the meat Zillon had brought back with him. She felt as hopeless as she did yesterday. She felt like she was without a chance. Her heat was gone, but the pain in her heart wasn't. What he said this morning was still playing around with her mind. 'The mark means nothing either, I was just caught up in the moment.' He could've never just been caught up in the moment. The elders were rather detailed when they taught her about marks. A mark is like a confession, especially if it's done during sex. Instincts take over, the matebond rises and then the teeth bares. Without attraction, without a bond, that would never happen... Or perhaps while making love to her last night he was thinking about Celia. How mortifying... It must've been a torture for him to look her in the eyes, it must've been so hard for him, but could you imagine how hard it was for her? She k
Zillon looked back at his house one more time before taking on the road. He didn't know why, but his guts, or rather his instinct kept telling him to go back. Celeste had seem different when she walked pass him. There was no life in her eyes, and her face reflected nothing but pain. His heart honestly ached when he saw her like that, but what else could he do? Giving her hope would be even more painful, it would destroy her, well that's if she wasn't destroyed already. Sorrow clouded his vision when he thought of it. Since the very moment she stepped into the house, he was bad to her. He treated her as if she was nobody and then blamed it on the fact that she was weak. But it wasn't her who was weak, it was him. He was unable to sort out his feelings, unable to choose, unable to be honest with himself. That poor girl had done so much for him since she moved in. She wanted to see him happy, and yet all he did was make her sad. He regretted his actions, and the
"Her vein was cut during the incident, since she's an omega, it had put her life in danger. One second later and it would've been impossible to save her." "Then do you mean she'll be okay? Is she awake?" The doctor shook his head. "Not yet, but perhaps after a good night's rest she'll be okay." "Perhaps? What do you mean by perhaps?" "I mea—" "Zillon stop perplexing the doctor. He's obviously doing what he can. If Celeste really wanted to live, she wouldn't have done something like that." Celia wrapped an arm around his torso, resting her head against his chest. "Why not pay more attention to me?" "Celia, this is not the time to play around." He pushed her away, redirecting his eyes to the doctor. "What do you mean by perhaps?" "Her heartbeat is stabilized, but she is recovering slowly, if not today, then perhaps in a week she'll wake up. After losing so much blood, her body is weak, she needs time." "Isn't she a wolf, shouldn't she able to heal f
It didn't take long for Celeste's parents to bombard Zillon's privacy. They all flooded in with Celia behind them and a couple of pack members who's name Zillon didn't cater for."Is she alright? What did the doctor say?"It was Celeste's mother who spoke first, worry seeming to be embroideried in her eyes.Zillon sighed, peeking over at Celeste who was still unconscious. "She doesn't look alright, does she? The doctor said she might wake up today, if not then he'll give her week.""Oh my poor daughter."Celeste's father threw an arm over the worried woman's shoulder, then rolled his eyes. "I warned her before she left, didn't I? And now look, she drove herself under the pressure and couldn't withstand it. Celia would've never done such a thing. She has no reason to anyways.""Stop it, Williams. I told you many times that you're honesty will get you kil