Forbidden Creatures

Forbidden Creatures

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His towering form covered mine instantly, his arms wrapping themselves around my waist. Lifting my legs off the ground until all I could do was wrap them around his waist and grab onto his muscly shoulders in shock. His slowly darkening face buried itself into my neck, my hands clutched onto his chocolaty curls. My lips parted, gasping for breath. "I... I... don't even... know... your name..." I breathed out softly, trying to persuade both of us to stop whatever this was. I was such a slut. Why was my body responding to him so well? I quickly pushed all my thoughts aside as he started leaving hot, wet kisses down my neck. A deep growl rumbling from his throat, sending shivers through me. My legs clenched around his waist with pleasure. My lower half pooling with need for him, as I growled gently back at him with a noise I didn't even know I could make. He seemed to like this as his neck kissing started to turn into sucking and nibbling below my ear, his hands travelling under my hoody grazing my waist. Leaving trails of hot sparks behind. Until his wonderful grip reached my ass and grabbed it with a wild sort of roughness. "Trent. Fuck," He muttered against my neck, "My name's Trent." Oh God. Why did I ever try and stop him? "All mine" he growled, starting to suck on my earlobe, as his godly lips turned into sharp teeth and started to graze down my neck towards my shoulder. I shivered at the delicious pain. My eyes flew open. Shït. I pushed away and fell to the floor. My bubble of happiness had burst and I was back in reality. Scrambling away from his dazed state, I stumbled towards the woods beside our street. No way was he coming near me again. His sharp gaze met mine as I sobbed in horror at the sight of his canines lengthening into sharp, fang-like teeth and turned to run.
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'Mate her!' Lukas's beast roared from within. The outburst surprised him. Unlike some situation where his wolf wanted blood from his women now, it's a bit different. He wanted to mate not only to have sex but to own the witch for good, marking her with his scent. "I despise you!" she lowered her voice and inched away from him "You're crazy! But King or not! You don't have the right to kiss me!" "No," he growled, letting his beast flare in his eyes for a second. "But I might consider taming your smart mouth Victoria." She licked her lips and grinned but damn her lips for tasting divine. "Maybe I'll like to see you're cold and lifeless body below me right now King!" she said with a hissed, her perfectly arched brows slowly lifted. "But death is too good for you." That did it. A warning growl rumbled from the back of his throat shit, he was losing his grip here and fast. "I don't think you get it Victoria. This isn't the sort of danger you play with, then walk away thinking you'll be safe." With his speed he was able to yank her back to him, rolling his hips to make his point. His leathers weren't that fitted, but more than tight enough for her to feel the hard bar of his cock pressed up close and personal. "This is the sort of danger that see's you flat on your back, writhing and moaning while a cock impaled so deep inside you, stretching your walls then it'll clenched and cum for me. And you know what's more dangerous? It's my mark Victoria...a mark that should be on your delectable neck." He was deliberately crude, hoping to scare her off. He prayed he did because she had to walk out of here before his wolf could cause a fucking riot. Her lips formed a perfect O and her eyes widened. A breath later, she inhaled and uttered the words that made my wolf howl in determination. "I'll rather sign up with death than make you mark me."

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