The world is not what you think. Love isn't what it seems to be. Life is a cycle of magic. And Scarlet is the girl who has that magic. Once they called her a halfling, an aberration that shouldn't have existed but now others say she's special.
In a...
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The hypnotic eyes of hers looked at me. Red. Filled with insanity. It was this moment, this fraction of time when everything changed, when I glanced at her standing in front of me, barely holding herself still, that I knew everything was changing.
Brazen. Shameless. Craving. My mate, this creature of light and dark, of gentleness and mischief, stood exposed before me.
Her hand rose to come around my neck, pulling me closer to her with a strength no human possessed, the unexpected action plucking a scream out of my mouth as I pleaded with her, "Scarlet, please, don't do that now."
I didn't want to know what the pack was going to think of it, of their apex begging for her not to touch him, not to uncover our deception, and I couldn't think of it now when every fiber in me screamed for a release of the agony that burst inside my body.
She stared at me. Unyielding before me. The unmistakable sound of fabric being torn followed and a heartbeat later, her lips found their mark. Her tongue trailed across my skin, moisturizing it with the liquid fire only she could give me, pushing me further into the torture.
Could she taste it now that she was tasting me?
"You're hurting me," I breathed out. "Please."
Her mouth left my skin for a moment, long enough for her to say, "You told me to hurt you. Hurt."
Teeth pricking the skin with the agony of her sinking into me, it was everywhere that pain. Everywhere and nowhere, without beginning or an end, and I could no longer move a limb to struggle her off in my transfixed state of agonizing as I felt those jaws clamp down with need and intent.
'Hurt.' Her order still ringing loud in my mind, it was what I resorted to doing. I had to do that for her. It was this promise I made her that I forgot, but it was time I honored my words and at this juncture, I had to decide-both for us and myself - if I was to give what she sought or deny again.
Was a mate, an apex or both?
Lifting her head from the crux of my neck, "Please," she said, breath fanning over the wound. Searing hot tingles burst, having me shake from the intensity of the sensation. No longer just pain but more. "Don't pull away."
Just listening to her was breaking my heart, breaking my head, breaking everything inside of me that was still against this insanity until I was ready.
To embrace the full impact of her torment.
Hands going to her waist with the fingers burning from the touch, they hoisted her up against me so she was encased within my embrace. A response to her desperation for more.
I stifled a pained groan as her legs wrapped around my hips to hold her into position and she pressed her chest against my bare one, molding herself against me, ironclad in her resolve.
Frantic heartbeat against my rib cage. My vision came and went in a dazzle of colors. The faces of the pack witnessing this moment flashed in and out as warm liquid streamed out of the puncture wound she had inflicted. Her moan responded to the invitation, her eyes glazed, glowed almost pink in her sensual trance.
Enthralled by her, I held on. She dived in, lips landing on my skin, mouth sucking that warmth out of me and into herself. I trembled. She trembled. We shook from the pleasure-pain and then...
The bond surged, pulsed in between us triggering an avalanche of sensations. We fell into that pitfall we never saw before the downward motion took us.
Howls joined having that excited, cheerful sound to them that turned to a crescendo in a matter of moments. The echo of bones breaking, bodies morphing into their animal shapes reached us from every side and then the sound of paws thundering on the ground.
The pack was running with wild velocity from us, giving us space, giving us an opportunity to explore this new-found truth between the two of us.
Fire. Need. Desire.
All reasons for not proceeding on with this grew feeble with her next sip of the life inside of me, and I grew too. Hard. Panting in the deprivation of this sinful moment.
Hands roaming, finding the rim of her shirt, closing my fingers over the fabric, the wolf growling, I ripped it top to bottom.
She moaned against my skin, her tongue licking the wound I could feel closing already, as my palms came on top of her bare skin. Raising her head, she looked at me, stormy eyes peering from below thick lashes, heady with her own arousal.
A drop sat on her lower lip, my eyes drawn to it alarming her about it. She sucked on her lip, the act driving me crazy with the need to have her. All to myself. All the ways I needed to have her.
"I won't be gentle, Scarlet. I can't," I told her, my voice gruff, the beast raw in front of her.
She blinked, clasped her hands on my shoulders, squeezed hard. "I don't want gentle," she said, panted out, crashed her lips on top of mine. Bit down.
Her legs unwrapped from around my hips having me bend not to lose her lips dancing with mine. She walked backward, pulling me after her, still kissing me. Hungrily. Teasingly. Wickedly.
A step. Another.
Her shirt dropped somewhere on the way. Mindlessly being thrown to the ground. Forgotten.
Ardent in that all-consuming passion, we probably looked like we were engaged in some violent dance, perhaps even a fight of our bodies that battled their right to be the closest they could to one another as we made our way into the house and away from any lingering eyes.
As soon as the click of the door behind us sounded, she reached to my pants, fingers fiddling with the buckle before it dropped to the floor along with the jeans. Her hand slid down my briefs, uncovering me to her eyes. She took a step away from me, cutting the contact between us.
"I wonder... Why do I suddenly feel like playing with my food?" she breathed out, eyes going south, tongue flicking across her lips.
I groaned. "No games, Scarlet. I need to be buried inside you."
A sultry smile curved her lips. "And you will," she said, undonning her own jeans to kick them off. She slid off her bra then did the same with her panties.
