His

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Note: Some dirty stuff ahead 😋😼. Read at your own discretion. You guys were warned.

I felt claustrophobic.
The only thing that kept me breathing was the warm, protective arms wrapped around me. Alexei held me in his arms, stroking my hair.

We were at my house in England.

I needed to get away from all the shit back home. If I had stayed...................

I took a deep breathe, inhaling his scent, letting it calm my nerves. It wasn't helping though.

I needed to hunt. To kill.

That damn Oracle would be nice.

I shook my head. It wasn't her fault. It was that damn Rogue King and his minions.

And this so-called sister of mine.  I had to go back to that horrid place to find.

Wtf is she even doing there?

It took everything in me not to explode back there when Rasma started talking about a sister and going to fine her.

The last I remember, the only sister I had was Kass. Unless one of my parents were fucking lying.

It had to be Kalanna. She knew that the Sword was a person. Did she have another kid? Why didn't she tell me? And most important, why the fuck is she in Russia?

I pulled away from Alexei. He was staring at me with worried grey eyes. I looked away, not being able to stand so much emotions.

"I'm going to hunt" I told him, standing up and making my way up the stairs to my room.

Before I could reach the stairs, a large warm hand clamped around my wrist. I looked at the hand annoyed.

"Your just going to walk away from me like that?" He wanted to sound angry, but I could hear the hurt.

"I need to feed. Why are you overreacting like this?"

"You aren't OK Kitty. You need to talk. Let go off your emotions"

I scoffed.

"You can't handle that sweetie. Now let me go, I'm need to hunt" I tugged at my hand.

His grip tightened.

"You don't know what I can handle" he said, pushing me up against the rails of the stairs, his grey eyes intense and piercing into mine.

I narrowed my eyes, glaring at him. Fine, if he thinks he can handle it, let's see.

With a flick of my wrist, I froze him in place. His eyes widen and he started to struggle, but he couldn't move.

"You think you can handle me because your my mate" I said, stroking a finger down his now tense jaw.

"You think you get me......" My nibble fingers trailed down his chest.

His eyes were following my every move. The lust was fighting the anger.

And winning.

"You don't know me all that well baby" I whispered in his ear, biting down on the lobe.