You were warned to stay away from Mauga Malosi. Once by your employer. Twice by mercenaries with blood in their teeth--reminders of the destruction he left in his wake. But when you catch his eye, when his gaze lands on you, it's not just a merc sizing you up. It's a predator stripping you bare. Down to the very marrow of your bone. His words had teeth, but you didn't mind the way you bled. His touch was fire, but the blaze ignited something in you. Something you hadn't craved since the deaths of the only two omnics you called friends. You tried not to want him. To need the way his hands held you as if you belonged to him and yet no one in the same breath. As if you were a flower blossoming on the brim of a volcano. . . there to be admired, desired, but never taken. All it takes is a failed mission, a man who reeks of arrogance, and one confrontation beneath the stars for every warning of Mauga to dissolve the moment his thigh pushed yours apart. You were damned. You just didn't know if you cared. ༝༚ ─ ·ঔঌ· ─ ༚༝ a mauga malosi fanfiction. overwatch 2.

CAUTION CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. "Say it, Allison," he said, his voice low as he trapped me against the rough wall. A shiver ran down my spine, his voice pulling at me, the power in it making me want to do anything he asked. I shook my head, afraid my voice might betray me. His teeth lightly grazed my neck causing a sigh to get past my lips. I could feel him smile against my skin. He knew he was going to get what he wanted one way or another. I tried to slip away, but he grabbed my wrists, pinning them down tightly. He pressed his hard body against me. I was aware of every inch of him that was touching me. "Don't think you can just leave. We're not done yet." My stomach tightened at his words, the desire inside burning for him. My damn body at war with my mind yet again. He slid his hand up to the edge of my shorts, slowly working it's way up as his mouth trailed small nips from my neck to my collar bone and lower, stopping only when he reached the fabric. I could feel my resolve weakening as his hand reached its destination. "Say it," he demanded. I moaned, my head tipping back as he moved expertly. I wanted to say it then, I really did. But if I said the words, there was no going back. ***************** Allison Cole has just turned seventeen. Most girls would be excited, but she doesn't see it as anything special. She can now find her mate, wherever he is. But she doesn't put much stock in mates or true love. How could something like that be predetermined? Things only go from bad to worse when on that very day she discovers who her mate actually is. Will Allison be able to overcome her bleak thoughts about mates and accept hers? Or is the man bad enough to make her run away? Caught between her body, her mind, and what's best for her pack. Allison must make her decision. Is it worth it?