The Hybrid's Submission ON HOLD

Cookies-n-Cream? No Thank You

The roars of animosity is my queue to press the record button on the tablet. Doors slam open, then smack against the walls, but before outrageous footsteps reach the stairs, I quickly place the tablet on the table, then slope down my eyebrows to give off the concern mate so I don't give myself away.

Like a tsunami, both in form and ferocious magnetism, warriors in all the shades of the rainbow flood down the stairs hell bent on destroying whoever is the culprit.

At the head is my mate who is the same shade as a blueberry from the tip of his head to the very bottom of his toes. Every strain of hair on his body is also blue or well violet which causes the burnt orange towel wrapped around his body hips to stand out against the contrasting color.

"You're blue!" It takes everything in me to not laugh and give myself away.

To make my acting more believable, I part my lips like a fish and widen my eyes to give the appearance of popping out and of surprise. "What happened?"

"Cherry! That's what happened!" A bubble gum pink man, who I know is Maverick, Cherry's mate. I've met him a day or two ago when I arrived at Sev's office to ask if he wanted to have lunch with me.

The man I remember is no more, appearance wise. His once soft reddish brown mane and tan kissed skin is an ugly bubble gum pink.

"I'm gonna fūck her so hard, she'll won't walk for weeks!" Maverick roars, as he stomps towards where he thinks Cherry is. No doubt using their bond.

However, before the Roaring Maverick could take his third step, Sev grips his shoulder as he stares me down with that knowing look which makes me want to squirm and hide behind a very thick wall to get away from his burning gaze.

"No dye works this well, there's no blotches. I'm one color, along with all of you." Sev's smirk carves his face. "Maverick, I'm sorry my friend, you don't have a reason to fūck your mate to where she can't walk, because it seems Cherry isn't the culprit."

Damn! He's on to me. My poor little butthole!

"Isn't that right, my 'magical' little mate?" My alpha male emphasis the word magical as he fills my personal space, leaving just an inch or two between us.

I have to plant my feet firmly on the ground. I won't let him know that he's intimating me a little, or a lot. However, two can play this game. He doesn't have my abilities. So I have the upper hand, hopefully.

Sev's minty breath fogs my brain a little, and the fact that even violet, his chest is hot enough to bake cookies.

Damn it, Koan! Focus! Don't drool! Let him think he has the upper hand! Keep his cookie outta your cream!

"You've been naughty." That sinful tongue of his slithers pass his lips, then glides across my bottom lip. "I'm going to have so much fun pounding you into our bed, along with ravishing you."

Now's my change, but do I really want to stop him from ravishing my body? Getting pounded into the mattress doesn't sound so bad. Actually, it sounds orgasmic.

I've became a harlot. Only for Sev though. I'll gladly spread my legs for that mouth watering sex on legs.

Pressing my body against his naked sin worthy chest, I make eye connect, I then connect my lips to the corner of his mouth.

My love's eyes are dark and erotic, a luscious storm brewing, ready to reek delicious havoc upon my body.

"Oh mate!" I murmur, hopefully seductively. "As cum worthy as that sounds, I find your....." I pause to gleam arrogantly. "Blueberry-ness, absolutely provocative."

"I think I'll enjoy it for a few more minutes." To add fuel to the deadly fire, my digits trace the exquisitely carved statue known fully as Severn Sion Slovak.

My fingers message the violet skin at the edge of the towel around his waist. "Cookies-n-Cream? Honey, I'll have to say no thank you."

Sinking my teeth into his left nipple, Sev hisses at the sting. I rip the towel away and remove my teeth.

Twisting around, I hail ass from my animalistic mate, who no doubt will show no mercy on my body. More precisely, my butthole.

Since the stairs are blocked by the warriors, I barrel my way through the living room with a very vengeful mate nipping at my heels.

Now vampires are fast, it's a skill we excel at and known for. I know I'm not the fastest, nor am I the slowest, however it amazes me that my werewolf mate is able to keep up. Werewolves aren't as fast, but they are known for their stamina, if needed, run for days.

I'm even more surprised when my werewolf mate is able to wind his robust arms around my slim waist to slam me against the stone wall of his body before I'm even out of the living area.

A soft ump escapes as his chest and my back clash together with surprisingly gentleness.

"You shouldn't be running my pretty." Sev's warm and minty breathe fans my neck and ear.

A kiss is pressed behind my ear, a moan threatens to escape, and enormous hands cradle my barely there bump. "Wouldn't want my two precious gems hurt."

Heat scorches my face, neck, and ears in embarrassment. I didn't think about that. I could of ran into a wall, table, chair, anything really!

Or I could've tripped or slipped and fell!

I pathetically whimper as my carelessness washes over me, crushing, and drowning me.

Before I could fall over the abyss of depression, arms like boa constrictors and a deep velvety voice snatch me seconds from free falling into the darkness.

"It's alright, my sweet." My legs are swept out from under me as I'm swung up into my saviors arms. "You had a slip of mind. Don't let carelessness of our baby happen again."

His gentle words, but hard tone washes over me, wrapping themselves around my brain and heart.

I whisper a soft hardly audible sorry. If Sev didn't have great wolf hearing, he would of never have heard it.

"You're young, with my love and guidance, when needed, will grow not only you, but us as leaders, mates, and parents." I listen wholeheartedly, but still with a heavy heart at my foolishness.

With no joke left in me, I flick my wrist. My pale green glows in my hand for a few seconds, then fades, taking my spells for Cherry's and I's prank with it.