We stare into each other’s eyes for what seems like an eternity. My hand reaches up to run my fingers across Cree’s stumbled jawline. I lick my lips as my eyes search his. Did I miss him? Or am I just happy to have escaped Azrael’s rapist hands?
Shit, he’s probably coming for me.
Cree slips his hand in my hair, cupping my cheek. His thick lips were close enough to suck, nibble, and devour. It takes all my strength not to do it.
Cree’s dark chocolate eyes look past me, and when I turn there, Azrael stands regretfully. He’s contemplating running back the other way.
My heart leaps from my chest cavity and ran as far from this monster, but the rest of me is stuck in place. When I try to run, Cree catches my arm and places me behind him.
Cree tilts his head from side to side. His neck pops, then cracks his knuckles and stalks toward Azrael. “I’m confused why you thought it was a bright idea to take Sakari,” Cree sneers, the corner of his mouth displaying his sharp canine.
Azrael backs away. “We were just goofing around,” he lies as he sweats profusely.
Who knew vamps sweat?
“Goofing around? Is that why she’s petrified and half-naked in the woods?” the rumble in Cree’s chest echoes as he snatches up the bloodsucker and drags him over to me. “Let’s ask her.” he yanks the vamp's head up to look at me. “Sakari, was he just goofing?”
I’m frozen. “Um...” my voice cracks as my body trembles. I didn’t want to say it out loud. That would make the situation more real. I was minutes away from being raped by a blood-sucking fuckface. Cree eyes me, waiting for an answer. I swallow, closing my eyes. “His words were, he wanted to get his fill of my sweet cunt.” I breathe as my insides churn at my own words.
There is silence. My eyes flick open and widen from what I see. Cree holds Azrael’s severed head by his hair as blood gushes out, and his body finally falls to the dirt.
My stomach can’t take it. I dart for the closet tree and dry heave whatever’s left in my stomach. A palm is on the small of my back, startling me. My body jolts, shaking until Cree’s scent drifts over my scenes. My heavy breaths are all you can hear as my chest rises and falls. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and straighten. I glance at Cree from the side. “Can we go, please,” I ask and turn to walk, but my body stumbles. It’s exhausted, and I slump against his chiseled pecks. He catches me with ease and lifts me in his arms.
“Rest my L...” Cree’s voice fades as my eyes close, and I enter sleep land.
***
My arms stretch above my head as I wake. Eyes still closed; my hands slowly glide over a soft plush comforter. I open my eyes, glancing at a ceiling that isn’t mine nor my closet of a room the wolves threw me in. My eyes dart from side to side. Holy hell, I’m in Cree’s room. I look at the black comforter I clutch between my fingers and quickly pull it up to ensure I didn’t lose my virginity to an Alpha while I was asleep. With how bad I want Cree, I’m surprised to see That I have an oversized T-shirt instead of my naked body. I sigh in relief. Thank you, Jesus.
The door swings open, and Cree’s handsome face stares at me from the doorway as he leans against the door frame. “Look who’s awake,” He grins.
My head darts around worried. “W-what happened?” I pull the covers from my bare legs, curious why I have no pants.
Cree looks at my legs, then at me. “Don’t freak out. We didn’t fuck,” he says, making his way across the room, sitting in the chair near the window, slouching in it with his legs spread, then placing his elbow on the arm and holding his chin between his index finger and thumb.
Knock. Knock.
“Enter,” Cree calls, his eyes never leaving me.
The Beta enters with a tray of pancakes and orange juice. How do wolves know how to cook pancakes? How did they even get this food?
No name places the food before me, glaring at me, and purses his lips in annoyance. His Beta dislikes me a lot. Not sure if it’s because I’m a massive pain in the ass, or he has other reasons.
“Thanks,” I mutter.
The Beta’s expression softens, but he doesn’t smile and takes his leave, and I stare down at my food, then at Cree. “I need to see my brother,” I move the tray to get up, but Cree is there within seconds, pushing me back on the bed.
“Eat, and we’ll talk,” He orders in his Alpha tone.
I am starving. It’s been three days with no food, only stress. My eyes comb over the pancakes in my lap, and my mouth waters. I grab it with my hands and shove half the pancake into my mouth. Who’s the savage now. I think as I forcefully push the other half into my already full mouth and chew like a chipmunk.
I notice Cree watching me, and I glance over at him. “What?” I say, mouth still full.
He chuckles. “Do all girls eat like that nowadays?”
After chewing slowly and swallowing, I dipped another pancake in syrup and devoured it. I’m not trying to impress Cree. I don’t care what he thinks about my eating, but I’d like to devour Cree’s thick manhood. Oh lord, here I go again. I swear I’m going to hell.
As I take the last bite of my pancake, I can feel Cree’s eyes lingering over me. With it halfway in my mouth, I stop to look at him. “Like what you see?” I ask with a lifted brow.
Cree’s eyes move from the curve of my ass hanging out from his shirt to meet my gaze. Caught you. I laugh inside, but he wasn’t smiling. He gets up from the chair. I shove the last of my food in my mouth before he can grab it from me. He moves the tray from my lap and pulls me to my feet. “Let’s go.” He hauls me out of his room and down the stairs. Damn, I’m so tired of his ups and downs.
“Cree, where are we going?” I question as he continues past the living room and down the hall towards my closet room. “Cree, please no.” I plant my bare feet into the wood floor, but he keeps moving, so I sit, making myself dead weight. I don’t know why I thought that would do anything. Cree turns and snatches me over his shoulder. As I kick and scream, he plows through the door, tossing me on the bed. How did that piss him off that much? He has some pent-up anger issues.
I swallow as Cree hovers over me. His tawny brown eyes fill with lust as they linger at his oversized shirt sloping off my shoulder, exposing my collarbone. Shaking his head, he pulls himself off me. “Fucking humans,” He mutters angrily beneath his breath and heads for the door.
As you already know, I get lippy. “What? The Alpha can’t handle little ole me? Pathetic. Not twenty-four hours ago, that’s what you wanted, but I guess that was just a front. You're too much of a pussy actually take what you want,” I snap back.
I knew it was a mistake as soon as the words left my lips, but I can’t take it back now.
Cree crosses the room lightning-fast, and before I know it, I have a firm hand around my throat, pressing just hard enough to put fear in me but not too much that I’ll pass out. I should be terrified, but a smoldering heat ascends between my thighs. I am a fucking freak. My clit throbs as my pulse escalates, pumping rapidly through each pulse point in my body.
Cree lifts me from the bed and slams me against the wall with only one hand while his other remains on my throat. His face is in the crease of my neck as he takes a deep breath, exhaling against my fiery flesh, sending goosebumps racing across my silky skin. When his lips graze, my pulse point, my lips part, and my body hums at each movement of his mouth.
“You like this,” Cree murmurs against my earlobe. I say nothing, only lick my lips and bite the lower part.
Cree bucks his hips upward, pushing his hard-on against my sweet, soaked center. My eyes close as a faint whimper leaves my parted lips. He trails his lips across my shoulder as he grinds against my clit, thrusting faster and faster. “Ohh,” I sigh as overwhelming sensations swarm inside my belly. Oh my god, am I about to have an orgasm only with him dry humping me? He tightens his grip around my throat, thrusting harder against my hungry pussy. Oh shit, I’m about to cum. My brain screams inside.
Cree jerks his sculpted frame away just as my climax is about to drive right off Mount Everest, but it quickly fades as the friction stops. I take a deep breath; I must have been holding off for air until I hit my peak. Cree stares at me, his grip tighter on me. No longer are his eyes filled with lust, only anger. I try to swallow against his palm. He swiftly tosses me on the bed like a feather.
Glaring down at me, livid, Cree’s lip’s part, speaking. “Who’s pathetic now?” He growls, adjusts his junk, and walks out.
Tears fill my eyes as I back against the wall and bring my knees to my chest, sobbing into my legs.
I am.