Sebastián

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I was on my fifth shower of the day when the water stopped. At the loss of the cold water, I immediately started panicking, hitting the nozzle in hopes that abuse would make it decide to start working again.

Sadly, it did not.

Crap.

The crispy white-ish towel wrapped around my body made me feel ten degrees hotter. It only got worse with every article of clothing I reluctantly put on my damp body. I was so goddamned hot.

Finally, Sebastián's kind parting words to me made sense. He could sense that I would start my heat soon and that the pain would be unbearable. Just the mere thought of someone simply touching me made me moan. Holy crap. I felt like a teenage boy.

Go to mate. Ren orders in my mind, taking me by surprise.

Ren? She had been silent for such a long time I forgot what it felt like to have her always talking to me.

Go to him. She repeats. Suddenly images of Sebastián running his hands all over my bare body invade my mind. Imagine how good he'll make you feel.

Hey! Stop that! I snap at her. She continued to display unholy images in my mind. I felt overwhelmed. This is peer pressure.

This is what we need. Her voice was sultry, acting as the devil on my shoulder. No matter what I did, I couldn't dispel her from my mind, most likely from the full moon. She had more control over me than usual.

Unsure on what to do, I pace around the house. 

I was so restless I needed to go outside.

The cold winter air on my bare skin felt refreshing, but only for a second. 

This is beyond aggravating.

I didn't miss the stares I got from people I walked past. It was winter in Chicago and I had no coat on, just my black leggings and a t-shirt, inhaling my mate's scent from the hoodie in my hand every few minutes. I looked pretty damn weird.

Not watching where I'm going, my shoulder hits another person. An embarrassingly loud moan erupts from my chest. The man does not fail to notice this, his eyes darken as he squeezes my hips. Great, out of all the people I could've run into, it had to be a werewolf and an unmated one at that. Taking me by surprise, the man pushes me until my back hits a nearby building. If anyone noticed, they didn't say anything.

My heart was beating so fast and it only beat faster when the man pushes his body into mine. He had his hands on my wrists so tightly that it hurt.

Get him off. Get mate. This time, I agree with my wolf, but before I can move, he roughly covers my mouth with his. The impact was so intense I tasted my own blood, his teeth roughly bit into my already bloody lips. It was the opposite of pleasurable.

"Take your clothes off you dirty whore" Liam takes intimidating steps towards me.

"Please, I don't want to do this, I don't want this" I beg, but he continues to rip my clothes off, kissing me so roughly I taste blood.

The flashback rattles my body and tips me over the edge. The salt of my tears fall onto my tongue. I try to fight him off but suddenly, there is no man smothering me. My eyes open just in time to watch Sebastián snap the man's neck, a deadly look in his eyes that were no longer green. We make eye contact as I fall on my knees, sobs shaking my body.

I feel warm arms around me and my pain is instantly subdued. Silently crying, I let Sebastián carry me, the sound of a car door being slammed following right after.