Celine
My hands are everywhere, fluttering over his body, trying to feel as much of him as I can. He grabs my arms and pins them above my head, pinning me to the wall and kissing me so thoroughly I’m dizzy. His hands are intentional as they move over my body, running over my breasts, cupping them, smoothing over my ass and pulling me against the massive bulge pushing from his trousers. He does a wicked wicked thing with his tongue that makes my knees go liquid and he catches me, pushing me up the wall as I wrap my legs around him.
His mouth leaves me and his tongue is at my neck, lapping at the spot he will mark me and I throw my head back, seeing stars. The compulsion to mark me right then and there is strong, I can feel his muscles tensing to stop him from doing that.
He pulls back and rips my shirt in two, those intimidating eyes ablaze with desire.
“Beautiful.” He runs a hand over a pebbled tip on my breast and I cry out. “Your nipples are begging to be sucked.”
“Yes.” I cry out.
He pinches one nipple and pleasure explodes behind my eyes. I writhe in his arms, mad with want.
“Please.” I gasp.
He closes his mouth on it with a growl, pulling it into his mouth and letting go.
“Goddess!” I gasp, my nails scoring his back. He does it again and then showers attention on my second breast.
“I can scent your wetness.” He says, voice rough. “It’s the most maddening scent I’ve ever smelled.”
His hand goes down my body and with a flex of his wrists, he rips my panties and plunges a finger into me. I gasp and hold on to his shoulder, my belly tightening as he plunges the finger again.
“Fuck.” His head dips to my neck as he plunges again. “So tight. So wet for me. Little mate, my cock aches for you. I will fuck you so hard, until you come on my cock.”
“Yes.” I moan.
He drops me and shoves me to a table where I go sprawling. He grabs my ankle and pulls me to the edge and he pops the button on his trousers. My first glimpse of his cock makes my pussy clench with need. I’ve never seen a wolf that huge. His cock is thick and long, swollen with need and beaded with precum. I lick my lips, imagining pulling that into my mouth. My hand reaches out to grip him and he catches them, pinning them above my head as he stares at my pussy.
“Goddess. You will be my undoing.” He says and dips down to press his lips into me. I gasp and grip the edges of the table, shutting my eyes and riding the pleasure of his tongue flicking against my clit, tasting my wetness. He growls with hunger at the first taste and his hands pin my hips down as he devours me. My climax hits fiercely, suddenly. I scream and my hips buck off the table as I ride his tongue until I am weak with relish.
He rises and licks his lips.
“That’s one taste I will never get sick of.” He says. His cock is even thicker now, red and swollen and demanding attention. I’m immediately wet, my hunger insatiable. I want that cock inside me.
“Fuck me.” I whisper.
He grips my ankle and drags me to the edge again. The eerie light in his eyes makes me feel like prey, helpless and under his control. I love it.
“ I will.”
He reaches down to pin my hips and he plunges into me, to the hilt. I scream as his huge cock stretches me, hard as iron and unaccommodating. It is the most deliciously exquisite feeling in the world. My hands grip his shoulders and he pulls them in one hand and imprisons them above my head, lips descending to claim mine as his hips buck into me.
I wrap my legs around his waist and he pulls back and forces his cock into me again, his lips catching my moans. His hands hold me captive as his hips pivot into me, rocking my entire body and the table beneath us. I yank my hands from his and score his back with my nails and he fucks me harder.
“Fuck.” My belly starts tightening, the tingling starting from my stomach.
“Come for me.” He growls, the tempo of his thrusts increasing.
“Oh my goddess.”
Waves and waves of ecstasy cascade down my body, preparing me for the mother of climaxes. Animalistic groans accompany the steady pounding of the table against the wall and my legs tighten on his waist as I reach for that climax. When it hits me, I scream and sink my teeth into his shoulder, holding on tight as his thrusts become erratic, urgent as he cums with a mighty roar and pumps his seed into me.
I collapse when we are done, breathing hard.
I’m ruined. There is nothing in the world that can come close to that ever in my life. It feels like all the men that came before him were bumbling boys. I rise with a grin, shocking myself when my pussy tightens with longing for his still rock-hard dick. I feel insatiable... but he is pulling on his jeans.
“Where are you going? We are not done.”
Then I feel it acutely, the marked absence of his mark on me. I touch my neck, where his mark should be and where there is smooth unbroken skin. He watches with a carefully neutral face.
“You did not claim me.” I say, letting out a shaky smile. “Why did you hold yourself back?”
My stomach turns with apprehension. There is a new distance between us that was not there a moment ago.
“I don’t intend to claim you.”
My world stops with that statement and the horrible feeling blooms fully in my belly.
“What do you mean you don’t intend to?” I get up, self conscious as I pull my gown down and hold the torn pieces together. “I am your mate.”
“We should never meet again.” He says and turns away from me.
“Wait!” In a panic, I run and insert myself by the door.
He glowers down at me, suddenly looking much more terrifying than he earlier did. My mouth dries and I swallow hard, my heart jack-hammering with fear.
“Get out of my way, female.”
The urge to do as he says is overwhelming and my feet twitch to obey. I find my tattered dregs of courage and hold my ground.
“Why not?” I ask him. “Why won’t you claim me as your mate? Am I not to your liking? Do you not find me attractive? You would be a blind horse not to. You just fucked me, so why the hell will you not claim me?”
My bravado is mostly from the comforting thought that he cannot kill me. The thought is not so comforting when being in his presence is reminding me of a thousand ways one can be tortured.
All my life everyone has looked forward to finding their mates. Mates do not waste time in staking their claim to each other so why is this different? Can he sense that I come with a lot of baggage?
“Because I have no use for a mate. I have a Luna.”
My jaw drops to the ground and stays there.
“What??!!!” I screech.
I take an automatic step forward, my hands rising. My basic instincts tell me to stake my claim on him and destroy any female threats. The withering stare he gives my hand brings me back to my senses. I feel like ice has been dumped on me.
“That can’t be true.” I say but he does not really look like he’s joking. “Right?”
“I told you female, I don’t like repeating myself. “What the... I can’t believe my ears. Did you not remember you had a Luna when you were fucking my brains out?”
He takes a step forward and I’m so furious I glare right back at him. His hand comes up to trace my face and damn me, my heart quickens. With all my willpower, I step back from his touch,
“Now you know the type of asshole I truly am. You would do well to stay away from me Celine.”
“Don’t you dare say my name.”
“Celine. Let’s never meet again.” He says and with one swipe, moves me out of his way.
“Wait!” I grab his arm, hating myself for being weak, for needing him this much. I can’t let him go. “Surely you... I mean you took your Luna before you met me. But I’m here now, make me your Luna then. I’m sure she would understand.”
He removes my hand from his arm and I catch my lips to stifle my sob. Without another word, he opens the door and leaves and I collapse to the floor. He left. He chose her.
How is it possible for somebody I just met to shatter my heart to pieces this way?
Within me, my wolf howls in sorrow, her heart shattering at the rejection of our mate. The pain is unbearable. I press my fist to my mouth to stifle my sobs. I marked him, and he abandoned me, condemning me to a life of anguish. I don’t even know his name.
It is not until long after, when my cries are exhausted that I finally realise, the Others did not come tonight.
Alpha LorMales and females hurry out of my way as I prowl forward, my mood darker than the night. I never expected to find my mate. A mate is something pure and beautiful, just like she was. They are not for wolves like me, dark and sadistic. Wolves like me that own the shadows. And I also did not expect that I would be that attracted to her. Her scent drove my wolf to madness. As I fucked her, for the first time my thoughts turned away from the urge to kill and destroy, all of my energy focused on her pleasure. I can still taste her on my tongue, that exquisite honey taste and my wolf snarls and pushes at my skin, demanding to be let out and go back to her. It takes everything in me to keep from changing, from giving in to the murderous thoughts pulsing in my brain to destroy everything around me. I have not felt this out of control in centuries.Tate, my beta is there when I burst into the pack house and he falls in stride with me. “You look like shit.” He says. “I feel worse.”
CelineThe car drops me off and I trudge towards the pack territory with a heavy heart. I felt better this morning, way before I claimed a male that didn’t claim me. Now it feels like something in me is yawning open and my entire being is reaching for something but ending in a free-fall. I feel lost and incomplete. “Celine!” Sandra hurries forward, her face pale with worry. “Hey.” I take my mind off my forlorn feeling. “What’s up?”“Oh my Goddess where have you been? I didn’t see you at the club after the... you know. And you weren’t home when I got back.” “I was still at the club, I was held up by... something.” I don’t want to tell her yet. I’m not finished processing the entire evening myself. “Thank goodness you’re okay.” She says and throws her arms around me. I pull back with a frown. “Why wouldn’t I be?” It’s not like her to be so mushy. She shakes her head, her expression pinched. “What is it?! You’re scaring me Sandra.” I say, looking behind her. The packhorse is eeril
Alpha Lor “The visitors are here.” Ken, my delta and third in command relays. “I’ll be with them shortly.” I felt them cross into my territory, two people that piqued my interest, familiar and yet not. I had plans today, and I’m annoyed they will be derailed by their presence. We so rarely have guests however, so this must be very important. I fix my tie and prowl for the door. They are already waiting for me and I cock my head as I place a hand on the knob. It is shit timing for my wolf to wake, and it is never a good sign when his focus sharpens like now. “We’ll make this short.” I tell Ken and we step in. “I hope you didn’t wait long.” I begin and stop in my tracks. She stares at me in shock beside her escort. I am just as surprised, and I don’t surprise easily. My mate. ‘Mate!’ My wolf roars in my breast, practically beating his chest with ecstasy. ‘Be silent!’ I hiss but it’s useless. The beast has awoken again, because of her. He beats and rattles at his cage, de
CelineI drain the glass of water he offers, my nose wrinkling at the faint scent of death that still lingers around me. I can’t get the petrified body out of my head. It looked way worse than Hart did, perhaps because it has been petrified longer?“Please tell me everything you know about this.” I tell him. He sits on the opposite seat and watches me so unabashedly I’m flustered. He is the only one that can make such intense staring sexy. “Not much.” He says in his deep baritone voice. I’m trying to concentrate so hard, I am, but my mind is blown away to find him in front of me again. I hate how thrilled I am, I hate how ‘weak’ I am in comparison to him. “Whatever magic is involved, it doesn’t leave any traces we can follow. Twenty one males and seven females have been attacked throughout Centuria and none of them survived. It’s either they never saw the attack coming or they never had a chance to escape. Considering each of them die with pain etched on their faces, I would say it
EmmaWhen I step into the room, the first thing I see is her. Pale smooth skin, full breasts, a short gown that hugs her figure in all the right places, tossed hair, blowjob lips, crackling blue eyes, flushed cheeks and a slightly skewed dress. She radiates innocence and yet she is loaded with sensuality. She is intriguing and so damn beautiful I am livid. What the fuck was she doing here alone with my husband? And what the fuck were they up to before I came in?My smile is sticky sweet on my lips as I enter fully into the room. “I’m so sorry I’m late. I heard we had a visitor so I rushed here as fast as I could.”It is hard to get a whiff of her scent, she is so pathetically weak. I pull my lips back from a sneer and keep the smile. When I finally catch her scent, everything clicks into place. I turn my smile on my unimpressed husband while my brain fires furiously. I’ve scented her before, only once, when she marked him. The audacity of the bitch to follow him all the way to his h
CelineI should have insisted on leaving, that is what a sane, responsible, self-respecting female would do. Then I wouldn’t be looking forward to a cringe morning as I listen to the summons. The Luna would be delighted to see me this morning, a request I cannot turn down.I pull my cargo pants up my waist and shimmy into my top. If I’ll be staying here awhile, might as well be nice to the Luna. I follow the servant to the main living room where she waits for me. “Hello Celine. You look ravishing.” She says with a big smile. First name basis? “So do you.” I say and return her hug. “I’m sorry I was so busy yesterday I couldn’t find the time to give you a tour. I hope you didn’t wait up.”“I didn’t.” “I’m glad. Come with me, I’ll show you around. Our pack house is humble, but it is rich with history.”“It is hardly too humble.” I say with a small laugh. “It is impressive actually.”“You are too kind.” She smiles and shows me around, introducing me to wolves as we pass. “You have n
CelineHe does not question me, he takes my lips, dominating them in a way that makes my body tingle. The kiss is not soft this time, it is hard and demanding. I feel like I am trying to stamp out the traces of a woman that is imprinted there. Emma.I pull back and back away but his hand lashes and grips my arm. “You cannot deny your body much longer. Submit to me Celine, I promise I will give you all your body’s desires.”My body clenches with the need to do just that. To say fuck it and let him fuck me out of his system. But I’m scared witless that one more fuck and I will reduce my expectations of myself and settle for sex. I don’t want just sex with him. I want this powerful male to be mine, all mine. I jerk my arm from his and back away. “What the fuck are you doing in my room? Why are you torturing me like this? I am your mate, why the fuck do I have watch helplessly as another woman lays claim to you?”He crosses his arms. “You’ve been with Emma?”“Unbind yourself from her
CelineI don’t leave the next day, even as I call myself all types of fool. Who knew? This mating thing is miserable business. I thought my day couldn’t get worse. Horny, angry and far from home. That was before Emma brushed into my room, excited as a teenager. “Hello beautiful. Don’t tell me you’re still in bed.” She says with a laugh. Yeah, pretty much. Your husband terrorised my dreams so much throughout the night I settled for daylight sleep. Immortals don’t need sleep but it’s the most pleasant zen period. I can go days, weeks even without but I love it. Just like eating. “I lost track of time. Did something happen?”“Not at all. I have however organised a dinner party for you later.”“Seriously? You didn’t have to.”“Of course not, but I want to” She says, plopping herself on my bed. Goddess, please get up and leave already. I really don’t want to spend time with this female more than necessary. “I’ve known you for all of two days and I already feel like you and I have a l