Nefarious » Theo Raeken

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I gasped, my whole body jolting as I pushed myself upright. "Woah, woah," I felt a hand press down on my shoulder and my eyes glanced up to meet Theo's.

I scrambled backwards, making his hand drop. "Get the hell away from me," I snapped, gritting my teeth. "Where am I?"

"Just calm down, you're gonna be okay," he said, holding a hand out in front of him. "Do you remember what happened?"

"Liam," I blurted, recalling back to the last thing I remembered. Liam went up against the beast and I followed. Quickly, I swung my legs over and planted my feet on the ground. "Liam, is he-"

"He's fine," Theo confirmed.

"I want to see him," I said, attempting to push past him, until he ended up pulling me backwards. "Just let me go, Theo, dammit."

"You and I need to have a little chat, Kara."

I stepped backwards and Theo stepped forwards, his eyes piercing mine. "About?"

He tilted his head to the side, his tongue brushing over his lips briefly. "Teaching you control."

I moved backwards again, my back pressing against the wall now. "I told you already, I don't want your help."

"You need me," he said, coming even closer towards me. So close that my breath hitched in my throat. "Don't you?"

"I don't need you, you son of a bitch," I went to push him away but he slammed his palms down against the wall, his strong arms either side of me.

"I don't think you're quite understanding that you're in my pack now. You're on my side."

"Go fuck yourself, Theo," I seethed, my eyes narrowing into an icy glare.

His mouth curled into a smile, a silent laugh escaping between his lips as he tilted his head to the side. "Why do you keep lying to yourself?" He reached his hand out, his finger brushing a small strand of hair away from my face.

I snatched his wrist, pulling his hand away. "Don't touch me."

"Still hate me huh?" He asked as I let my fingers fall from their grip around his wrist.

"I don't think anybody really likes you, to be honest, Theo."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "I guess not," He was breathing heavily, his eyes gazing into mine. "It didn't have to be like this."

"I'm pretty sure we can't go back and change you being a psychopath," I retorted.

Theo moved his other hand from the wall, taking a step backwards. "You think I'm a psychopath?"

"I don't think you're a psychopath, I know you're a psychopath, Theo." I started to push past him but he grabbed my arm, twisting me back around.

"You still like me," he grinned teasingly, causing me to become more irritated with him. I didn't know what game he was playing and I didn't want to be a part of it at all. "Don't bother denying it."

Angrily, I slammed my hand against his chest. To my surprise, there was a sharp sound of my claws coming out as I pushed him backwards with my new found strength. He hit his back against the wall, the smirk tugging at his lips again. "I could kill you," I threatened, my hand still pinning him to the wall.

"But you won't," he said arrogantly. "You like me too much."

Without warning, he pushed his lips against mine with a fervent urge. I moved forwards, slowly sliding my betraying hand from his chest to his shoulder. He squeezed his own hands on my hips, bring my body closer to his. My brain completely shut down, as our mouths swirled with each passionate kiss. Theo spun me around, pressing me against the wall as a small gasp escaped between my lips. My fingers traced through the back of his hair whilst his rough hands started to slide underneath my shirt. A deep warmth spread through my body, all the pent up tension and aches about my current situation dissolved by one moment.