I wake up slowly, groaning slightly as I did so. 'God, what did I do last night?' I feel a strong arm wrapped around my waist and I smile happily, seeing that it was Mark. The way he slept is so cute. Like an alpha such as him has such a cute way of sleeping.
I run my hand through my hair, then seeing what I had hoped I wouldn't see in awhile. We were both naked. I shiver at the thought of last night, remembering every second of detail.
The way his body melted into mine as we both made love. I sigh, shaking my head. He knew I wanted to wait and still fucked me anyways...I try to get out of bed, but his strong arms were wrapped around my torso, making it a bit harder to do. I whimper, almost as if I was in pain, and he woke up instantly.
"What's wrong baby girl?" His voice laced with worry. I purse my lips, pushing his arm a bit. "Can I please get up? I need to go to the bathroom" I make up a lame excuse, trying to leave. He nods, his smile giving me goosebumps. His teeth were white, and his canines sharp enough to bite through anything. He took his arm off of me, then cuddling back into the pillow. His actions making me feel so...So much love towards him.
I grab my clothes, then heading to the bathroom, finding anyway out I could. "Shit, shit, shit" I whimper, knowing that even if I tried to get away, he would find me. I shake my head, sighing. "Well, you should always try before giving up...". There was a window that lead to the outside from here, but the only problem was...It was two stories high.
I growl in frustration, then deciding to be a bit risky and leave through the bedroom door. I heard a pounding at the door, and my heart dropped. "(Y/N) are you okay?" I made up an excuse, then regretting it as I did so, knowing it sounded like bullshit. "Y-yeah...I'm trying toooo...get ready?" I smack my face in disappointment, and he didn't sound too happy.
"(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N) You let me in right now, or their will be consequences."
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Breed
Randombreed- brēd cause (an animal) to produce offspring, typically in a controlled and organized way.