Scared to love you (Werewolves)

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Cora's POV

"Are you fucking stupid!!?" I yelled at him, he was now seated in my old room that I shared with my mother.

"Don't yell at me" he growled. His hair still wet, no longer full of fire extinguisher.

I huffed, crossing my arms. "Poor Zion ... Look at your cuts, they haven't even healed yet." I whined

"Zion definitely encouraged this. I was just gonna do like 7 punches" he said, proud. A little too proud.

"UGH! You make me so- Ugh!" I shouted, turning around so I didn't have to look at him so- I yelped, "did you just...?"

"What? I haven't done it yet ... how come he slapped your ass before I got a chance to slap your ass?" Christian said pouting.

"You've done it many ti-, you know what I'm done ... I'm done"

My mom walked into the room. Closing the door behind her. "Nathan says you both have to leave now, and you're never welcome back. Apparently Christian took the joke way too far." My mother sighed.

"Ok well then pack mom" I said sternly crossing my arms.

"Honey, I can't go with you. Nathan did so much for us. It's only fair I serve him."

"Mom, no. Just this once. Come with me" I said

"No Cora. That's final" she said, looking up at me.

"But mommy,  you can't stay here" I said, getting emotional. Goddess, I hate being on my period.

"I'll move to your pack in 1 year. I promise. Have grandkids for me? I want 4 toddlers running around by that time, okay?" She said, wiping the tear that rolled down my cheek.

"Okay" I laugh cried. I hugged her, knowing I had to leave her again. And I had to leave her now.

"Come on Cora, head up high my love. If you'd just stop eating, your ass wouldn't be so big" She scolded.

"I love you mom"

"I love you too my Coobell"

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Once again ... the drive was long, really, really long.

And once again we didn't speak. Christian felt bad, I know. I just didn't have the energy to tell him it was okay. It was only a year but still. The reason for it is stupid to me.

The reasons are literally my stubborn mate and my stubborn mother.

"Fucksake!" I yelled.

Christian didn't say anything he just looked at me. His eyes wide. His hand rested on my thigh, where it stayed for the rest of the ride. It did make me feel a bit better to be honest.

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We had reached home, and all I wanted to do was- THE BOYS! Right.

I was already out the door, Christian walked with me as if he'd already known.

We reached the hospital and YAY, they were up. "Peeta Parker!!!" I shouted, hugging them both individually.

"Stop saying Peeta Parker, it's not funny. Our parents never thought to watch Spider-Man before naming us." Parker whined

"Where were you when I awoke babe?" Peeta whined as well.

"Oh my gosh they're really awake! Paisley they're awake!" I laughed.

"Yeah and I'm already ready to smash both their faces in."

I giggled.

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I got out of the shower and went straight to bed. Not having the energy to get dressed today. Christian came into the room a short while after.

I listened to his footsteps as they moved around the room. I'm guessing he was changing.

He got into bed and wrapped his arms around me like usual. I felt as he tensed, frozen in time. "You're naked?" He asked me.

"Technically I have underwear on, you sleep in underwear every night..."

He chuckled before  kissing my forehead and muttered a small goodnight.

"My mom asked for grandkids" The silent whisper passed over my lips, filled with every ounce of courage in my body. Butterflies rushed through me just at the thought of the process. His silence only spiked my anxiety.

"So, what do you think?" I mumbled

I could feel his body tensing around mine.

"About?" He decided to play the safe card, the oblivious card.

"You know...."

"Cora" he said, sternly.

"Christian?" I mimicked sounding innocent.

Christian sighed, I could feel he was tired. "Don't play with me" he muttered.

"I wasn't playing a game with you" I muttered, turning around in his arms to face him. 

He stared at me, his eyes piercing mine and leaving a trail of goosebumps all over my body. I stared back for as long as I could hold up before I averted my gaze downwards, to his exposed chest no longer covered by the black silk sheets. I trailed my finger over an ab that was barely exposed.

His palm rested on my cheek before he lifted my head towards him. His gaze was gentle, as if he was ready to be patient with me.

He kissed me softly, his tongue dancing with mine. His hand roamed my body, especially fond of my chest. A new found energy in his movements . I gasped when he grasped my right nipple a feeling I didn't know I liked. "Christiann" I whined, he pulled away. Kissing my jaw, then chin.

He kissed my mark, and I arched my back slightly. My fingers in his hair. His mouth found my left breast, his hand on the other. I felt so exposed, yet I didn't want him to stop. My moans were making me feel worse, and I'm sure my face was bright red.

An unexpected throaty scream left my mouth when two of his fingers were suddenly in me. I covered my face with my hands, completely embarrassed of the state I'm in. I was convinced the guards could hear my moans.

Christian took my hands out of my face, a knowing smirk on his face. "Don't hide from me." He said, hungrily.

The sheets had completely fallen off the bed by now. Christian placed a light kiss on my navel. He took his fingers out, bringing them up to his mouth before he he sucked on each finger like it was caramel sauce. I turned my head, my face a blazing red.

Christian met my mouth briefly before he made his way back down to my navel. I gasped when he ripped my underwear off, my hands already covering the sensitive area. His eyes met mine, hungry and lustful. "Cora, take away your hands babe" he said, not once breaking eye contact. I did so, and while watching me, he lowered his head still looking into my eyes, his tongue came out slowly before he swiped it at my bud. A moan left my mouth, he sucked and licked and I couldn't anymore. His hands pushed my thighs further apart despite my fight to close them at the intensity. I looked up at the ceiling and he immediately stopped. "Eyes on me love" he said, as soon as my eyes met his, he continued all while watching me deeply. I could feel my orgasm building up.

The shattering of the window stopped us both immediately, I grabbed the covers and screamed in fright. Christian was already standing by the now broken window. He had a rock in his hand that had a delicate piece of paper attached to it.

He read it, and his face was indescribable.

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