After breakfast had been eaten, I had felt like I had been stuffed filled. Never in my life had I felt to full from one meal. Perhaps it was because I was forced to eat small amounts for nine years. I watched as Damein had served himself his fourth serving and I was honestly quite astonished by how much wolf men eat. But oh well...It wasn't my place to say.
" Haven my darling~" He purred and nuzzled my neck, sending sparks to bare skin. I let out another purr that was unintentional and felt him smirk against me.
"Don't call me Darling. I hate pet names...."
"Are you saying that I am calling you my pet kitten~"
I let out a growl and twisted my body to where I was facing him and shoved him to the floor with me on top. I then placed both of my hands at either side of his head and growled, baring my fangs to him.
"I said. Don't give me pet names." I growled out low and hard.
Oh how I wanted to strangle him and bite down in his neck. His tan smooth skin being pierced by my fangs with him groaning my na- NO! Don't think like that Haven! What perverted thoughts for a woman....Then again, I guess I was never raised up to be a woman so a woman I am not. But still, no thoughts of him like that shall run through this mind today or tomorrow.
'But maybe the day after tomorrow~?' My wolf purred.
'No. Never.'
'You say that now....'
"You know Kitten~ Being in a position like this is really.....exciting~ Don't you think?" He growled in approval, his hands trailin up my exposed thighs and grabbing hold of my hips, bringing me down onto his. I felt a blush hit my face and sparks shoot through my entire body, flying straight through my spine. My core turned to fire and I soon felt like I was in an oven. Damein noticed this and his smirk grew as wide as the Cheshire cat's. He held me against his hips and stayed still, waiting for my reaction or action. I glared down at him and lowered my head down to his face.
"How dare you!? A manner of this is not fit for an Alpha!" I growled at him, baring my fangs more and nearing his neck. He just let out an approving growl and groaned as my breath spanned across his neck.
"You're the one who pinned me to the floor Kitten. You're the one who crawled over me. I simply had to take action because my wolf would have it no other way~"
"Liar! You're an Alpha! I am the god damn Omega of the-" I found myself stopping my words and I cupped my mouth, scooting away from him.
I knew what I had said was rude and insultful to an Alpha. All that I had done was considered disgraceful and worthy of beatings for a week. I got up from him and backed away, watching his every move, fearing for my life. He got up from his prone position and looked at me with confusion and curiosity.
"Kitten? Why do you back away from me in fear? Why must you be so scared of something that had not happened?"
"S-stop speaking in tongue...p-please..." I backed away more and continued to hold my fearful gaze.
He soon grew a worried face and continued his march to me as I coward away, holding my wrists away from him and keeping myself in a tight ball. He reached me and grabbed ahold of my arms gently. I flinched and turned my head away. I knew he was just an act. Too good to be true. A devil in an god's body. I felt him grab my chin and make me look at him.
"Haven...What's wrong?" He spoke softly, my eyes opening up to peer into his emerald green seas.
My eyes grew wide and I felt my heart grow to the pace of a jack rabbit. I wanted to cup his face in my hands and bring him closer to me. To feel him against my skin and keep him safe in my arms. But I knew all to well that he was still too good to be true. I wouldn't never be his equal in his eyes and would only be a nuisance.
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Safe Haven
FantasyHaven, a 17 year old lycanthrope who was the Omega of the Stone Fangs. Her life was in a constant routine. Wake up, eat, get beaten, work, sleep. Nothing new for her. One day, something she doesn't even recall the next morning brings her to a new li...