CHAPTER 8— AROUSED

“What did you call my son?”

His voice was low, but it had this eerily dark chill to it. Celia wasn’t really scared, but she was a little intimidated. “X-Xavier...?”

The man’s eyes flashed red and his hand came down heavily on the table almost throwing away the food stashed out across it. “I told you to take this god forsaken creature out of here, I’ll break her neck before this day ends. A rogue doesn’t belong here.”

Xavier sighed, looking over at her. “Celia what did I—”

Celia interrupted him looking over at his father. “And isn’t it ironic that ‘Xavier’ belongs here even though he was a rogue? I’m not a rogue, stop addressing me as though I’m a nobody because my scent is tainted, I have a pack, I wasn’t kicked out, I chose to leave.”

“Then go back and leave my son alone.”

“It’s your son that keeps holding me captive, I’d have left if he allowed it. Why don’t you tell him to stop keeping me here against my will? Tell him to let me go hom—”

Xavier stood up abruptly, grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the chair. “I did warn you...I told you to keep your f*cking mouth shut...”

And with that, he hauled her out of the now quiet room, eyes following them until they disappeared up the stairs.

Xavier’s steps were quick, his grip tight, and the dark aura that surrounded him had Celia’s steps corresponding with his.

He was angry, she could practically smell his displeasure and well, Celia had never seen him angry before. “Xavi—”

“I said to stop calling me that, didn’t I?!”

Celia swallowed. “You did bu—”

“I’ve probably been too nice, I went too easy on you last night. You need to know that whatever you do won’t help you to get away...you’re going to be Luna, whether you want to or not.”

His steps quickened and Celia almost tripped over her feet when he pulled her harder. See? She knew he was only going to remain nice for a time. This heartless persona was apart of him, nothing could rinse it out.

She stopped moving when he stopped pulling, and with blank eyes, she watched as he pushed his door open. He walked in and pulled her in behind him, the door closing by itself. “I told you that I’d hang you naked outside if you played with me.”

Celia’s eyes found his as soon as he turned to face her; narrowed and glowering. “You wouldn’t...another empty threat.”

“We’ll see...” he took a step towards her and despite trying to sound brave, Celia stepped back until she was sinking into the tough walls.

“You can’t, y—”

Xavier grabbed at the shirt she wore, ripping the top of it before she could even try to stop him. “You should learn to listen, an angry me isn’t something anyone would want to see.”

He tore the shirt more, totally ripping it apart. “You’re going out there; naked.”

His hand gripped the waistband of her panty, but Celia’s small hand grabbed his before he could pull it down. “Xavier please...”

Xavier shook his head, stepping even closer. “That’s exactly how you had begged me that day...you had laid so vulnerable in my bed, looking like a ball of perfection. You remember it, don’t you?”

Celia’s eyes glanced away from him as she nodded. “Yes...”

“Then how could you really believe that I’d let anybody else see you naked? You became mine that very day.”

He leant down, his lips resting in the crook of her neck. “You need to behave though, be a good girl...can you do that?”

Celia nodded again, the closeness of his proximity driving her mad. “Yeah.”

“Then let go of my hand...”

Celia was reluctant, but slowly she let his hand loose, eyes finding his. “Xavier I...”

Xavier nodded as if he knew what she about to say, his hand dipping beneath the cloth that barely hid her away from him.

Her breath hitched, her legs rubbing together when the scent of her arousal hit her like a brick. He was so f*cking hot; his lips, his voice, Celia could get off on that alone.

“Do you want to be that vulnerable girl again? Be that ball of perfection in my bed...?”

Celia nodded without even thinking, everything else had been forgotten; her plan to stay away from him, her plan to not fall for his advances, her plan to escape. All that trudged across her mind now, was lust.

She had been wanting him to ravish her since last night, and right now it was no different, she really wanted him to take her like he did back then, she wanted...she wante—

“Thanks for the consent.”

Celia heard it very well; the extraction of his teeth and she felt it so prominently when they sunk into her neck, marking her as his.

Tingles surged through her body, pleasure, pain; it all had Celia shaking like a leaf beneath him as she came more powerful than she ever had. Her legs shook until they buckled and she fell straight against his chest, feeling too weak to stand.

She was confused and yet so high on lust. Why had he marked her?

She wanted to know, but she wanted him to take her even more...

A drawled moan left her lips as he removed his teeth from her neck and his hand dipped even lower beneath her panty, grabbing onto one of her ass cheeks. “All mine now “

And Celia’s wolf howled with nothing but pride in her chest.