Claiming Angel

Chapter 2

A low rumble spread through his chest, vibrating my own. I know I should be furious. I should be shoving him off me, but he feels right. This feels right.

 

I moan and lean further into his kiss. He breaks the kiss and growls lowly. I never knew growling could be so sexy! Then he crashes his lips on mine again. His lips slant over mine. His tongue circles my lips almost as if he's asking permission. Some semblance of sense crosses my mind and I stubbornly refuse him access, but that sense is tossed as soon as he nips at my bottom lip. I moan, and his tongue swoops in, taking advantage of the moment.

 

He explores every crevice of my mouth before trailing kisses down my chin to my throat. He slowly makes his way to the curve of my neck and just inhales deeply.

 

"MINE!" He snarled possessively.

 

His touch is so intoxicating I don't register what he's saying. I don't even notice Jeet yelling for me in worry. All I know is his rough but gentle hands are driving me crazy. I want more.

 

He slides his hands down my body, copping a feel just before they settle on my waist. He lifts me effortlessly and next thing I know, we're moving, his movements jostling me enough for me to bring me back to the present. I know it's sad, but I can't explain this.

 

"What are you doing?!" I yelp as he takes off at an inhuman speed. He settles me in the passenger seat and buckles me in the car.

 

"MINE!" He bellows and kisses me. His kiss is marking and possessing. Panic begins to build in my chest, but not enough for me to fight back.. I look up to see Jeet trying to argue with this beautiful stranger and see it’s going nowhere fast. He simply ignores and sidesteps Jeet as if he’s a fly on the wall.

 

My eyes follow him as he stalks to the driver’s side and hops in. I bring myself to look at his harsh but still beautiful features. His eyes are black yet again, nostrils flaring so cutely -- NOW WAIT JUST A DAMN MINUTE!

 

Panic finally settled in my chest, and I just let it out, "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! WHERE IN THE HELL ARE WE GOING?! WHY IN THE HELL DID YOU JUST HIJACK MY CAR AND KIDNAP ME IN THE PROCESS AND WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!"

 

My beautiful stranger pauses just long enough to look at me before rumbling, "MINE," again.

 

"AND WHY DO YOU KEEP SAYING THAT?!"

He rumbles again, amusement glittering in his eyes. This just serves to annoy me. "AND QUIT GROWLING AT ME ALL THE DAMN TIME!!" I snap.

 

He looks at me once more then goes back to driving and ignoring me. The scenery's a blur. All I can picture is Jeet trying to rescue me, but I in all my stupidity makes out with a complete stranger who just happens to have the fullest lips I've ever had the pleasure of tasting.

 

My mind wanders back to him and I'm hit with the strongest sense of need I've ever had. My head drops forward as I wrap my arms around my middle and  try to relax; but the pressure is coiling in my stomach, and I know I need to try to take care of it ASAP.

 

This has been happening to me every winter since I turned 16, and each year this burning need gets worse and lasts longer. When it first hit me, it lasted about 4 days. It was torture. I just remember being so hot and horny, but I didn't have a clue as to how to handle it so I just suffered through it. The next year it was stronger and lasted just over a week. I always tried to take care of it as best I can, but even if I orgasm it's an empty one that barely placates me. Now? I've just passed my second week of this, and I'm counting. Today has to be the worst I’ve ever suffered of this. I wonder how long it'll last me this year.

 

My beast of a stranger made a sharp turn and nearly caused me to smack my head on the window. I open my mouth to snap at him to watch what he’s doing, but instead I whimper in need. Beast’s chest rumbles again. "I'll help you with that real soon, sweetheart. We're close." He murmured roughly.

 

My body just tingles all over at his words. Confused, I stammer, "W-What?"

 

"We're close. To my home."

 

He'd slowed down enough for me to notice my surroundings. We were in a thick forest dense with foliage. The air was crisp and clean.

 

“Where are we?” I asked softly.

 

He just ignored me and tenderly kissed the curve of my neck and gently nipped at it. Shockwaves flowed through me from my neck straight to my very toes. I moan, forgetting my fear, as my body got hotter and my core wetter. Is that even possible? I groan to myself and shuddered.

 

By now he has the car parked and is pulling me out the car to lift me gently in his arms. He lifts me and has me straddle his waist while his hands cup and squeeze my buttocks. He squeezes just tight enough for me to bounce upwards making my breasts hit his chin. His already dark chocolate eyes are almost black. He tightens his hold on my rear keeping my breasts right at his chin and begins a slow purposeful walk as he buries his face in my chest leaving trails of kisses through my shirt. My nipples harden and my back arches into him on their own accord as if they’re begging for more. Who am I kidding? I want more. I need it. It's become a delicious insatiable craving.

 

All that could be heard was the crunching of the earth under his feet and our heavy breathing. His steps slowed even further until I felt my back pressed against a tree. I barely noticed the bark biting into my skin as his lips trailed to the curve of my neck, right between my neck and shoulder. His soft kisses became rough as he began to harshly suckle at it. His hips began to grind into mine thrusting his erection against my own soaked core, feeding my frenzy. His suckling almost turned savage and he began to nip at my neck. As he began to suckle again I could feel the sharpness of his teeth, and I stiffened. There’s no way he could have such sharp teeth.

 

“MINE!” He howls. Then he sinks his teeth into the juncture of my neck. I screamed as the pain overrode all my other senses. Tears leaked from eyes as water runs from the faucet. I try to push him away but am so weak that it does nothing.

 

Darkness clouds my mind, and I’m just barely holding on. I feel him lapping at my neck and apologizing over and over again.

 

He pulls me from the tree and lifts me against his chest once more to carry me bridal style.

 

The last words I heard from him was, “It had to be done.”

Then I gave in to the blackness caving in on me.