Pacific Rim Fanfiction

"Betrayal is a sin, flower," He murmured near my ears, his arctic orbs whisking the warmth of my flesh against his. A course of harrowing singeing fire drifted down my body from the swell of my breasts to my heated core. My nerves screaming with torturous touch of his skin against mine, I couldn’t think for he had me confine in his arms. Brutally, he swept his tongue under the rim of my ear whilst my breath hitched and my tears become uncontrollable. The blood seeped through the cut I gifted him with as he inflated every bit of my scent I had to offer. His filthy tongue leapt across my lower lip with hellish slowness. The bond tempted me to submit to him. "I do not yearn to hear your cries, Katarina. Worship me with your moans." He commanded and I closed my eyes tightly not wishing to swim in those ocean pools of his. Their intimidating tone of his made me want to submit fully to him, to hand over the reins of my soul in his fists. Tears streamed down my face. "F-Forgive me, Xerxes." I stammer softly unable to face his wrath for I knew he was just playing with me, toying with my emotions before he punish me for deeds I've done. Xerxes cruelly grasped my wrists whilst locking them above my head so he could fully discern my naked flesh. "Forgive you?" He mocked, his eyes holding mine into a captivating grip as he licked his lips. "You let another male touch what belonged to me, tell me, flower, why must you test me like this.” I gulped unable to meet his gaze. He chuckled dryly. “Spread your legs, Katarina. The nectar I’m craving is between your legs.”

Alpha Devon had finally found his mate. There was only one problem (not really) she was human (or so he thought). Mykayla along with her younger sister Breaynia and their cousin Danique had recently moved to Washington State. They had no idea that they had moved into the Sylvyr Moon Packs territory. Sylvyr Moon, being the sole pack in the state, is one of the strongest and most powerful in the Pacific Northwest. Alpha Devon but now he has to find an easy way to explain the supernatural world to her. However, Mykayla is already well versed in the supernatural world. She along with her sister grew up alongside a pack in New Mexico. While exploring their new neighborhood Mykayla feels like she is being watched. Across the street stands Devon watching her. Their eyes meet but when Mykayla looks back up, he is gone (or so she thought). Unbeknown to them Mykayla is hired at Alpha Devon’s company as his PA. While Mykayla tries to fight her developing feelings for her boss Devonn is trying to make the bond stronger between them. One night Devonn’s beta, Kaleb, comes running into the room while he is speaking with his parents letting them know that Mykayla’s apartment building is on fire. That triggers a whole chain of events that no one saw coming. A manilla envelop is left attached to main gate of the territory Alpha Devon knows this is deeper than just some other asshole Alpha that has his sights set on his mate. The pack needs help! Alpha Devon’s cousin Naetaya tells him that she has some friends that can help. No one could prepare for who or what her friends were.

Cela faisait neuf ans que j'étais mariée à Ryan Toutain. Lui, un pur-sang, l'Alpha suprême de la Meute de Crocs d'Argent. Moi, juste une Luna par intérim, choisie pour une alliance politique au sein du clan. En neuf ans, il avait ramené cent quatre-vingt-dix-neuf femmes. Ce soir, ce serait la deux-centième : une jeune Oméga à peine majeure, qui lui avait lancé des signaux d'accouplement en pleine réception. Ryan n'avait pas refusé. Il l'avait même ramenée sur nos terres. En entrant, la fille m'a aperçue assise sur le canapé du salon. Son regard s'est fait immédiatement narquois : « Alpha… c'est donc ça, ta Luna… celle que tu n'as même pas marquée ? » Ryan, affalé dans son fauteuil, a répondu avec nonchalance : « Ouais. » Elle s'est approchée, me dominant de toute sa hauteur, un sourire insolent aux lèvres. Sa main est venue tapoter ma joue, doucement mais avec une provocation évidente : « Écoute bien ce soir… comme ça, tu sauras enfin comment rendre un Alpha fou. » Cette nuit-là, j'ai dû rester plantée devant leur chambre, subissant jusqu'à l'aube les gémissements qui dégoulinaient de l'étage, comme un « rituel » d'humiliation. Au matin, Ryan est descendu comme d'habitude, l'air indifférent : « Prépare le petit-déjeuner. De la viande crue et du thé de cèdre. » J'ai refusé. Il semblait avoir oublié : notre union n'était qu'un contrat. Aucun marquage, aucun lien. Et il ne restait plus que trois jours avant son expiration...