I’m not sure when was the last time I got to properly enjoy the Christmas market. The sea of people was never ending and to navigate it, made me a little too self conscious. I was throning above most of the people, but the woman at my side was small enough to get lost.And that put me a little on edge. She was easy to be swept away and I’m not sure if I could trust myself to keep cool if we got separated. I was glad when we finally broke off from the swarm of visitors and found a more secluded place.But that was when it hit me. Hard. Like a damn baseball bat in the back of my head, clouding all my thoughts and bringing all my hunter instincts out. The smell of ripen fruits, or arousal and late spring flowers, mixed oddly with the cinnamon and chocolate from her little snack.At first, I thought it was some sort of odd spice mix from the market, or that maybe this was some new perfume I did not notice until now, but as we were alone, it settled deep into my mind that this was her. It
“You piece of -“ I start speaking as I realize who was right behind me, holding me so much force I could feel the air forced out of my chest.“Enough, Madelaine -“ the man warns me and I swallow harshly, trying to hold back from spitting out more blasphemies. “Enough of this little game of yours.” He mutters in a raspy voice, his throat dry and his voice low and threatening.Right. I had no actual means of getting away now. I was not going to ever get the chance of getting away anymore - he’d bring me back and I’d be once more prisoner into that house.His arm moves around my shoulders and I don’t have to ask to know that we are walking right back to our car. Killian is utterly silent as we walk and I slowly wrap my own arms around me as the thrill of the run is slowly fading. The cold creeps into my bones already and the sweat on my body grows uncomfortable.There are plenty of things that make me uncomfortable right now, one of them being that now that he is close, I feel fidgety a
/ If I don’t get my lips on her skin soon, I feel like I am going to fucking die soon-/I’m not sure when or how the black thick tights that cover my legs fly off my body and Killian’s lips press harshly against my skin, against my inner thighs, his hands taking hold on my hips, his thumb hooking on the bones and tugging me forward.A short yelp escapes me again and I swallow harshly as i fall on my back and he moves closer, upwards, getting on his knees in front of me, his lips moving the kisses up my thighs, towards my core.He breathes in deeply, his nose brushing over my panties and I move both my hands over my face, covering my redness, my blush and my shyness. This was insane! This was beyond decency and I could not help but feel like a damn whore for actually getting excited for this.I felt like nothing but a common whore because I was sure as hell that my panties were already hella wet and he could not only smell it, but also feel it.I feel his tongue brush over my core and
I walk out of the car in a mad furry, gripping all my things. My coat, my scars, my tights are somewhere in there too. I am bubbling with spite and anger and I have zero amount of respect or care or love towards Killian right now.So I storm inside the building by myself, knowing damn well he was going to follow. But to my surprise, he doesn’t and as I stop in front of the elevator and look around, he is nowhere to be seen.I’m not sure if this brings more frustration and anger, or I am slowly growing concerned for the man. I look at the blonde woman who is behind the welcoming desk and she seems just clueless as I was as she offers me a smile.The doors of the elevator open and I step away as people get out, waiting to get inside and get home as soon as possible. Just as the last person inside the elevator gets off, I am pushed forward, into the elevator. At first, I panic, but when I feel the faint tobacco smell, I know it’s Killian and I grow a little angry. I stumble forward into
This woman was a damn brat! I’m not sure if waiting it out is a viable option for the madness that she ensures within my head, but there is nothing else I can do.Taking the stairs was not an option.As soon as the doors open for the last time, I step inside the house, trying to fish out a coherent thought about how I’m going to pay her back for this. Part of me was glad she was allowing herself to be herself, while the other part of me was going crazy over this madness.The house smells heavenly of cinnamon and pine tree, but there is a very distinctive smell I’d recognize anywhere. It still clings to my fingers, to my clothes. I discard my coat and shoes and make my way towards the bedroom, in utmost silence.Was she asleep? Was she aware I was approaching?If she were a wolf, she’d know. She’d know her mate is near, hard and aching to have her, but she was not. I stop at the bedroom door and press my ear to it, listening to the sounds inside. I hear moans, angry and frustrated ones
I am once more reminded that this man is a menace to humanity. The sheer stamina, the power, the wish to dominate, conquer and possess. By the time he is done with me, I am barely aware of where or even who I am. I am covered and bruises and bitemarks, in prints of his fingers and marks of his teeth. I could not complain, really, because I had it coming. I knew exactly what I was doing when I run from him.The mating frenzy was not something easily overlooked, and even if I did not feel it as acutely as he did, I was still unnecessarily horny and enjoyed every moment of all of this. I managed to mark him as well, with my nails and my lips.But the marks were barely there and he was already healing. Cursed werewolf genes and regenerative powers. I feel sore and raw between my legs, but satisfied in every possible way. And even if I did not have to get out of the bed, I do wobble out, with cum dripping down my thighs and making my way to the bathroom while Killian dozes off in the bed
“Do you really think I am going to bend in front of you just because you fucked me good?!” I huff and walk past him.I can feel him perk up a little and I wonder if it has something to do with the fact that I had just told him he did a good job. Was he so easy to cheer up? Maybe I should do this kind of thing more often if I wanted to get him to do things for me… Maybe isolating myself was not the best approach with Killian.“Madelaine!” He grabs my arm and pulls me back towards him, turning me around sharply and pinning my own arm behind me, almost painfully as he holds me and glares at me, half displeased, half intrigued. “I want you to wear your wedding ring because you are my wife.” He speaks, his voice low, almost threatening, eyes narrowed on me, darkened with a strange pleasure he hides from forcing me to obbey him.I never knew, or never cared to know that he was such a freak. A dominant partner. It was obvious alpha’s were like this, but with him was different. When I met him
For the next few days, Killian is home most of the time. The only time he gets out is when we both go together on a walk or maybe some shopping, or whatever there is needed to be done outside the home. He insisted on going to this big new years eve party and I found myself lacking a proper dress for such an occasion. So, the man insisted on accompanying me when buying one. And after strong, very logical explanations, we do agree on going out together.“I can’t believe I accepted to be part of this.” I murmur as I lean a little closer to the mirror in an attempt to get the damn earring through.“Would you rather we stay home and spend the night watching your favorite hunk on TV?”“Hey!” My voice grows loud as I straighten myself and turn sharply to him. “Henry is not a hunk! That would imply he is stupid! And we both agreed he is nothing like that!” I counter his mean comment and Killian laughs.“Admit it. You only like him in that role because he has white hair, like I do.” He smirks