“James-“ I began but he cut me off, crashing his lips to mine and backing me against a door.
His lips were rough against mine and no matter how good his lips on mine and his body touching mine felt, I wasn’t about to let this happen. I struggled to get away from him but he only held me tighter. His lips moved from mine and trailed down my neck. He licked at the base of neck and I had to stifle a moan.
“James.” I said but it came out as more of a moan then the anger I wanted it to.
“Mine.”He growled, his teeth grazing my neck.
I knew what he was going to do and I didn’t stop.
I couldn’t.
He bit down and I screamed out with both pleasure and pain. He lapped the blood that trickled from the wound and pulled away, his eyes turning from black to blue then widened. He pulled back alarmingly fast and I slumped down to the ground.
He moved away and yelled before punching a wall, breaking a hole through it. He took a deep breath before he locked his eyes on me and I saw in them regret.
“Braize.” He said, moving closer to me, kneeling down. He reached out to grab my chin but I turned it to the side. “I’m sor-.”
“Don’t.” I cut him off “Just don’t say anything.” I said, getting up and moving past him angrily. He caught my wrist before I could go too far and turned me to face him. It hurt to know he regretted it, he regretted me as a mate. “I guess now I know what you felt like when I didn’t want you.”
“What do you mean?” James asked, reaching a hand up to stroke my cheek but I flinched back.
“You regret marking me.” I snapped at him and his blank look turned quickly to one of understanding.
“No I don’t. I just wish I hadn’t done it this way. I wanted it to be special, not something that happened because a guy pissed me off. Braize I don’t regret it, I was just planning something.” He said and lifted his hand again. I didn’t flinch back this time and he cupped my cheek and leaned in to kiss me. My lips stayed unyielding and when he stopped he leaned his forehead against mine, his sweet breath mingling with mine. “Believe me.” He whispered. I nodded and he kissed me again.
The kiss quickly got heated and I wrapped my arms around James’ neck and he walked me back until my knees hit the bed. He pushed me down gently before hovering over me. “You are my temptation.” He said, nuzzling my neck. I moaned out loud when he kissed the newly made mark and twined my fingers in his hair. He kissed my lips heatedly and when he pulled away we were both breathing hard.
“Braize-“ He started but I shushed him with a quick kiss to the jaw.
“Claim me, James.” I told him. I was ready for this. I still thought it was a bit soon but what the guy had said was true. No matter how much we were together I would never be James’ until he marked me and I wanted him, needed him.
He stilled above me and I brought his lips down to mine. They were still beneath mine, even when I darted a tongue out to his. He pulled away from me and locked my hands above my head, stopping them from their roaming.
“Braize I can’t.” He shook his head.
“I thought this is what you wanted.”
“I want nothing more, but I’m not going to rush you into this because some jerk said something.”
“It’s okay James. I’m ready.” I said.
“Braize are you sure?” He asked. I nodded and brought his lips to mine. He quickly took over and his tongue swiped against my bottom lip. I let out a delighted gasp and he used the opportunity so spear his tongue into my mouth.
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Claimed, but not by my Mate
WerewolfThree words can change a person's life in moments. ‘I love you’, ‘I hate you’, ‘leave me alone’, ‘I am pregnant’, ‘go do it’, ‘she is mine’ and countless more. Each of these phrases were about to play a huge part in Braiz'es life only she didn’t rea...