All Chapters of His Weakness: Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

We stare into each other’s eyes for what seems like an eternity. My hand reaches up to run my fingers across Cree’s stumbled jawline. I lick my lips as my eyes search his. Did I miss him? Or am I just happy to have escaped Azrael’s rapist hands?Shit, he’s probably coming for me.Cree slips his hand in my hair, cupping my cheek. His thick lips were close enough to suck, nibble, and devour. It takes all my strength not to do it.Cree’s dark chocolate eyes look past me, and when I turn there, Azrael stands regretfully. He’s contemplating running back the other way.My heart leaps from my chest cavity and ran as far from this monster, but the rest of me is stuck in place. When I try to run, Cree catches my arm and places me behind him.Cree tilts his head from side to side. His neck pops, then cracks his knuckles and stalks toward Azrael. “I’m confused why you thought it was a bright idea to take Sakari,” Cree sneers, the corner of his mouth displaying his sharp canine.Azrael backs away

“Huh?” I stutter. He can’t be serious.Cree’s gaze moved up to my eyes. “I want you to touch yourself. I want to hear you when you come.”Why the hell am I seriously contemplating doing this? Have I gone completely mad?They perk up at his warmth when I press my breast against his pecks. I’m going out of my mind here. I want to resist, but I lift my leg on the side of the shower, giving myself better access to my center and as we gaze into each other’s eyes, I slip my middle finger between my folds and gasp at the friction. My mouth parts slightly as moans escape. Cree’s eyes burst into flames with lust. I can see he is fighting everything in him not to intervene.I want every part of him, and that pisses me off, but I can’t stop what came from my mouth next. “You want me to cum for you? Well, I want you to do the same for me then,” I whispered as I slipped another finger inside, and I whimper, thrusting my palm against my pussy, taking them deep inside my sweet center. For a virgin,

I flee the pack house, anger and hurt propelling me into the forest. My fight with Cree replays in my mind, each harsh word a fresh wound. I storm through the trees, not caring where my feet take me, only that I need to find my family. The dense forest closes in around me, the many paths now a confusing tangle. Hours pass and the sky darkens, a cold realization settling in my chest. I am lost, like always.A chill wind whips through the trees, carrying whispers of approaching danger. The forest grows unnaturally still, as if holding its breath. Shadows lengthen and twist, taking on grotesque shapes in the fading light. An owl's mournful hoot echoes in the distance, a warning cry.My skin prickles with goosebumps as an eerie fog creeps along the forest floor, tendrils of mist curling around my ankles. The scent of decay and something ancient fills my nostrils. I spin around, suddenly certain I'm being watched by unseen eyes.A twig snaps nearby and I freeze, heart pounding. The sound o

The crumbling building offers a slim chance of escape, but I have no other choice. Panic sets in as I feel the weight of the ceiling collapsing above me. With adrenaline pumping through my veins, I push past the searing pain of my wound and stumble off the bed. The ground beneath me trembles with aftershocks from the explosion, making it difficult to maintain my balance. In a desperate attempt to stand, I slam into the wall, jarring my already injured shoulder. Every second counts as I struggle to flee from the chaos and destruction surrounding me.A strangled cry escapes my lips as I feel a sharp, searing pain shoot through my body. My hand instinctively flies to the source of the pain and comes away sticky with blood. But I can't focus on it for long, not when I see Jay and my mother standing up from where they were knocked down. I can't let them catch me, not now. I have to find Cree and make sure he is still alive, despite the odds stacked against us. My heart clenches at the thoug