Zirah's POV
Rejected
I couldn't help but giggle as he threw me on the King sized bed. He pounced on me again biting my neck so lovingly then he moved to my mouth capturing them in his.
I have never felt this way before. His tongue invaded my mouth touching every part of my mouth. He was tongue-f***ing my mouth and I couldn't help but moan into his mouth. By the time he tore his mouth from mine, I was sure that my lips were swollen.
He moved to my neckline showering it with kisses and biting it slowly. I was sure that he had plans of leaving his marks on me and I was okay with that. I felt his hands go inside my dress.
He grabbed my middle-sized breast making me gasp. Then he stopped. He rolled my dress over my head and I helped by putting my hands up in the air. All this time, we maintained eye contact. I could feel the wetness of my bottom seeping into the mattress. I was soaked. Could I be wetter?
I watched as he unstrapped my bra and removed the only piece of clothing hiding my breast from his view. The cool breeze of the night filled me. I suddenly felt naked and I covered my breath from his view. He growled at me.
"Don't you dare hide away from my kitty?" His voice only increased the wetness of my below and I couldn't help but moan. He grabbed my hands and removed them from where I had placed them, above my breast. He stared at my breast for a while, his eyes getting darker than ever.
Then he lunged forward grabbing one of them in his hands while he bit and sucked on the other. I was on cloud nine. I was a moaning mess, moaning and writhing about the bed. He blew a breeze occasionally on my nipple making me moan louder.
He moved to the other breast treating it the same way he had treated the other. I couldn't explain the way I was feeling.
After a while of sucking and nibbling on my breast as if his life depended on it, he rubbed the two breasts together applying a little too much pressure. It was a bittersweet experience then he moved downwards trailing kisses as he moved.
He stopped at my belly button, sticking his tongue there for a while before he continued his journey, meanwhile, his hands were on my lap, caressing them. He kissed my already-drenched panties.
He peeled my panties from my body without removing his eyes from mine and it was hot. My breath hitched as my panties fell from my body, I was now bare to his eyes, with no clothing.
The night was cool but I was hot. I covered my nakedness from him and he growled again, tearing my hands from my body. He stepped away from me not moving his eyes from my nakedness. He stared intently at me and I felt honored. He lowered himself on me cupping my nakedness, he lowered his mouth and took me.
I was in heaven. I screamed as he sucked and licked me. He bit my clit playfully and that act threw me over the fence. I screamed, not recognizing my voice as I came.
I watched with blurred vision as he undressed before me.
He grabbed his manhood and I couldn't help but gasp at the size of his manhood. It was the first time in my life I was seeing a man naked. I unconsciously closed my legs. I couldn't help but wonder how it would fit me. It was too huge.
He patted my legs and separated them from each other. He kissed my nakedness again, pushing a finger inside me, moving it in and out of me.
My breath hitched as I felt another orgasm on its way. He removed his fingers from me and I whimpered at the loss. Not too long, I felt something pierce into me. It was painful and I struggled but he held me in place. Tears flowed freely from my eyes as I felt something in my tears.
He stayed still until I got used to his presence then he moved slowly taking one of my breasts into his mouth.
He took hold of my legs and wrapped them around his waist. Slowly, the experience turned bittersweet and I wanted more. He increased his pace kneading my breast. I was in the heavens.
It was the best thing that ever happened to me. I felt something in me snap and I cried out biting into his shoulder in the process as I fell into another round of orgasm. My eyes felt heavy and I couldn't hold them open again. Everything was blurred and I closed my heavy eyes and fell into a deep slumber.
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Waking up with a banging headache, I felt pain in between my legs and I tried to sit up but I felt something strong holding me down.
I looked down to see the hand wrapped around my waist. How the fuck did I get here?! The last thing I remembered was I was in the forest then I saw someone...he saved me and carried me to pack...I ate and drank then...oh no please tell me nothing happened. But who could I deceive? The evidence of what had transpired between us last night was here. I felt my eyes stung with tears.
My wolf was suddenly racing, I smelt something I had never smelt before. It was the sweet and alluring smell of cardamom and cedarwood mixed with sweat that hit my nostrils.
"Mate!" My wolf screamed happily and I turned to look at the man I had sex with in my drunken state of horror. He is my mate?! This can't be. What if he rejects it? No! I can't let that happen.
I felt him stir in his sleep and I prepared myself for what was to happen. I rehearsed what I was going to say in my head. I cleaned my sweaty palms on the bed sheets repeatedly as I watched him open his eyes. When he finally looked at me, horror filled his eyes.
"I know that..." I started to say but he shut me up raising his hands.
"I Noah Harvey, the Alpha of Red roses pack re..."
Zirah's POV Right into his neck. Damon staggered away from me with a stunned look on his face while his hand slowly went up to the clutch at the side of his neck. He brought his blood-stained hand to his face with a shocked look on his face like he still couldn't believe what happened. "Why?" He asked, still with an air of confusion around him. And I broke down. "You left me no choice!" I sobbed out loud, thinking back to when I decided to do this. When I saw them fighting and he threw Noah into the wall, crashing into the metal tray and dislodging his items, instinctively I So I played him. The weak demeanor, the submissive woman, the arousal that shivered through my body as he ran his hands over my body…...was all fake. I had to swallow down my revulsion the moment he touched me, knowing I had to sell my submission enough or he wouldn't believe me. He opened his mouth to speak but instead gargled on his blood and his knees went weak and he crumpled to the floor. I careful
Zirah's POV I sat there frozen…..helpless.While I watched my former lover circle my mate like a predator looking for his next meal."Damon...no! Please... I- uh," I babbled incoherently, forcing words out of my mouth in a silly attempt to stop him from ramming the knife into a fragile spot on his body that could claim his life.He stopped behind Noah when my pitiful cries reached him and for a moment I thought that maybe he had changed his mind.However, he lunged forward pressing the thin part of the blade exactly into the jugular spot at his neck pressing firmly with those cold eyes trained on mine."You know what I need from you." He ground out harshly, his deep tone barely making his words distinguishable but I managed to catch it."Damon, I-" I had no idea what I was about to say but for some crazy reason I just had to open my mouth.His odd eyes hardened and the brief flicker of hope I'd seen bloom in his eyes died out and he turned his attention back to his semi-conscious pat
Zirah's POV Ice-cold water was splashed on my body, jerking me awake abruptly pulling me from the reins of unconsciousness.I flung my head, my eyelids fluttering as I sought to get my bearings.Everything was spinning, and my eyes felt like they were glued shut for the longest time.My body also felt heavy... probably 'cos I haven't used it for a while.I raised my head slowly and I realized two things.One, I couldn't move….at all.That jarred my senses and I awoke fully to see that my legs and hands were restrained with thick metal straps laced with chains, proving it impossible to get out of.Even if I could break through the leather straps, the chains had the distinct yet faint smell of silver which would be tough if not impossible to get out of.Secondly, I was in an underground dungeon that stank like the devil's behind.How I got here seemed to get away from here, but why was it a different case?I was here because I refused to give in.I think back to what happened after Dam
Noah's POV It soon became obvious what their ace was….or rather, who.It soon became obvious when Damon separated himself from his pack, that was what I had taken to calling considering how they fluttered around him.When the two of us caught the other's gaze, it held for the longest and the tension, the need for bloodshed was calling out to us.Riding us both hard.He was standing now unobstructed, without his men underfoot, his white shirt flapping around him as the wind blew up a notch.His dark pants and heavy boots looked worse for wear, but that wasn't what drew my attention.It was the unnaturally still way he held himself, it was like his body was encased in eyes but from here I could see his eyes were sharp, picking up on every movement.It felt like no one else existed but the two of us, even though I could hear distant sounds of roars and men fighting.Everything that happened was building up to this point."You need to go," I said quietly to Zirah who was still behind my
Noah's POV We were winning.Or so it seemed.No, I know we were winning. It started as a tough battle at first especially when they got the upper hand by taking us by surprise- I still wondered how they might have known where we were and we fought to regain our defense since they were attacking mercilessly but hours of training won out and we started to beat them back.Their numbers were gradually reducing, and it also helped that we had support from the Grand Canyon pack since they were furious that they were attacked in their home. I was tearing my way through the men, my eyes trained on the prize, killing mercilessly and without remorse as I inched closer to the man at the helm of all this.Damon Westwood.I had had enough of his constant interference in our lives, and once and for all...I wanted to end it.By stabbing a knife through his cold heart.Or by beheading him.Whichever way works for me.But it seems that just when I was within reach of him, I would spin around and he w
Damon's POV All five of us were surrounding the table. Me, Skylar, Amanda, and two other werewolves one from my side and hers each named Frank and Erik when someone rudely barged in without knocking. We were currently in a private meeting, as we were thinking through our next moves and I had left explicit instructions not to be disturbed in the meantime.Now this.Immediately I got to my feet in front, ready to strangle whoever it was but Erik held me back, placing a hand on the table to stop me."What is it?" He asks the heavily panting young man quietly, patiently waiting for him to compose himself before talking.He was doubled over, sweat soaked through his body. He slowly raised his head, wiping the sweat dripping into his eyes."I-I-I…" his eyes were wide, his face pale as if he just realized what he had done."Get on with it!" I spat out. "We don't have all day.""You can see he's in no shape to talk." Erik points out, scraping his chair back as he stands up. "It looks like he