Gee, I got the wolf with a black belt in weird slogans and insults; whom the hell says that kind of shit!
“Hold your fucking horses! Mates?? As in several? Are you high?”
“I’m the one that should be asking that! Our honey-glazed, delicious muscle hunks have been thrown at us, and you dodge them like it’s a burning crap pile and sit down in a bar, get drunk, get drugged, and fantasize about sleazy meat bags with a dick! And what for? Just to scratch an itch between your legs!? ”
For once, I actually felt embarrassed and a little slutty. Because she was not wrong. But I could not really get past the “Mates” part. Why would I have several mates? I didn’t even want one, did I? And what the heck did she mean about them being thrown at us? Then why haven’t I met them? Why didn’t I sense them? It's not like a subtitle hint when you meet your fated mate.&nbs
“Yes! Who else could it have possibly been? See, I even come bearing gifts! “Marcus came beaming in, carrying a plate with what smelled like scrambled eggs and a coffee mug.Bumping down on the bed, so nearly everything spilled out, my eyes were glued to the coffee mug.“Hey! Careful, don’t spill my precious life elixir! ““Yeah, you look like shit! You differently need some of this!”I squinted my eyes at him and grabbed the mug; I very vel know how I look, but why does he have to be one of those who don’t just know that you don’t say those things out loud?“You should be more careful, too; you know that the other night was right out dangerous!”All of a sudden, he dropped his beaming smile, and the tone became more serious; what did I become a rebellious teenager when I was out or what? He didn’t even give me time to defend myself before continuing his lecture.“What would you have done if I didn’t find you? Huh? What if one of those scumbags or regulars at that bar found you fir
He grabbed his dick and adjusted it a little through his jeans before walking out. So what? His plan didn’t go as he planned this time, and yes, it did bug him a little that he could not watch, but this was just the start. It was a good start! He would make sure she didn’t become too cocky, break her down a little, and keep her vulnerable and in need of help, but at the same time, have her think she has someone she can trust and that this is a place where she can be safe and lower her guards.He opened the door in his little shed; it was perfectly placed at the far end of his backyard, right in the forest line, so half of it was hidden by the shadows from the massive threes.Closing the door behind him, he locked it before opening the hidden door leading down.He worked his ass off for over two years to make this hidden room under the ground, but it was well worth it. Walking down a short and steep set of stairs, he flicked the light on.It was not a massive area, but bigger and bette
Mallory´s POVThis was not a good day; just when I thought I couldn’t be any worse. Guess what? It did!First, I spent the morning throwing things at Marcus; he fucking drugged me! He dragged me over to his own house in the middle of the night! And drugged me! What the hell was he even doing there in the first place?Only to later realize I was already drugged, and he gave me something so that I could sleep the drug out of my system. And just to be sure I knew just how potent those drugs were, he told me everything I did, I said. I just wanted the ground to swallow me! I didn’t want to believe a word of it!I would never beg anyone to fuck me! Let alone down on my knees, beg Marcus to ravish me, tear my own clothes off, humping his bedpost, and try to assault the showerhead. The list seemed never to end! I didn’t want to hear anymore!One more word of what I did, or allegedly did, I’ll just melt down in the ground—marinating in my own embarrassment while I wait for mother earth to cl
I gasped at the sudden burning pain; it snapped me right out of that little trance. He fucking slapped my ass! So hard I could feel the burn through my jeans! It took me a couple of seconds to realize, and by then, he was running down the hall. Shouting and barking? Barking? Really?! For a brief second there, I forgot all about my furry face.“Woof woof! Here kitty, kitty, kitty! Woof woof!”“Serious! Do you know cats don’t bark? Right?”I ran after him down the hall, around the comfy chair in the living room, and over Bear and Ethan's bags that were tossed on the middle of the floor.“Woof! Come here, ehm, Bella? Lady..? Naah, Mallory is actually a great dog’s name! Who´s a good girl, who´s a good girl! ““Just wait till I catch you! Why do you run? Pussy! “We came rushing into the kitchen, squealing, laughing, huffing, and puffing, and well, Marcus came barging in barking too.Like misbehaving kids, we stopped in our tracks when we met Bear´s eyes, and my heart sank. Damn, Bear rea
His warm, strong fingers slide over my other shoulder, and warmth from his hand dances on my skin, lingering. A little knot tightens in my lower abdomen as his grip pulls around my throat right under my chin and tilts it further to the side. I lean back, giving access to my exposed neck. His warm breath tickled on my sensitive skin, leaving goosebumps—the tantalizing feeling of two different emotions mixing and blending together. The slight pain as his canine pierces my skin, then the soft hot breeze caresses my skin. Warm wet lips softly kiss, and a firm hand tightens the grip, making it harder to breathe. Out of nowhere, he stops, lifts me up, and kicks the chair away. I found myself standing right in front of him, with his finger under my chin, making our eyes meet. Without breaking eye contact, he starts pulling the shorts off my hips. His eyes search mine as the clothing falls to the floor. “Do you want me to stop?” This is a different Bear than I'm used to; the vulnerability
“What?» The whole car ride had been awkward from the beginning; Marcus was just being weird! Looking out the window, not saying a word, just taking a deep dramatic sigh here and there.. In other words, he was not his usual bubbly self, and it was starting to irritate me. Finally, I’m out on the road again to finish what I started. A mission was just what the doctor ordered! But here we are, driving in silence. «Cat caught your tongue this morning. Or did you wake up with your laced panties in a twist?» «NO! And ill have you know I don’t wear lace! » «Yeah yeah, then what? This ride is worse than a family gathering for pandas who had twins that survived! Ge! » He snaps around, looking at me like I suddenly grew two heads. «Pandas are super fluffy and sweet, you know!» «Yeah, sure. But they also usually give birth to twins; the mother
Marcus POV.So I have no freaking idea what just happened. We crashed; yeah, I know this much, but how? There isn’t a car or tree or anything as far as I can see; nevertheless, here we are, hanging upside down in my vehicle. My brand new car!I wanted to be even angrier with her now! How could she first be so fucking clueless and wreck my car! Still hurt and feeling sorry for myself, I wanted to smack her in the back of her head, butt hat feelings soon turned to worry. Why didn’t she wake up? And why did I feel like someone had been here? I tore off my seat belt, dropping down on my neck, and my knees nearly hit my own forehead! Aah! I’ve never been this flexible! I never want to be this flexible ever again either; for that matter, nobody should ever have their genitals so close to their own face.. ever!Gee, finally, my misery seemed to wake her up. I sigh; even like this, she looks stunning. Her long dark hair hanging straight down, a mispleased frown on her face, some blood on he
Mallory´s POVSo yeah, I may have gone a little overboard! But how was I supposed to know that bastard had a meth lab in the building’s basement? It was supposed just to be a little hot around his ears since he refused to listen to reason. This jerk was even sicked than I thought. This was supposed to be an easy mission. Just threaten him a little; according to the papers I got, he is just a little creepy. Boy, were they wrong?Was he creepy? Yes, but was he also running a drug lab and forcing young girls to work there for him? Yes!about 15 kids were down there, ranging from the age of 5 to 15 years old. All were skinny, dirty, and pale. Red around their eyes, and with hollow stares, they worked mechanically.I don’t like kids, and kids don’t like me, but that doesn’t mean the sight of that place made my heart ache! Noting about this was right!Filthy, disgusting. Where were the poor kid’s parents?They all just seemed like they had given up and accepted their fates like dead robots.