He caged her lips between his, kissing her passionately and he didn’t stop until his front door banged open. He knew just who was audacious enough to open up his damn door without ringing the bell or knocking... Those idiots; Gabe and Damion. Couldn’t they have f*cking died? Kiara moved to get off his lap, but he held her tighter. “Don’t move, let those bastards see just what they interrupted.” “B-Bu...” She looked towards the hallway when steps tainted it’s floor, that along with loud laughter and chatter. “It’s Gabe and Damion...” “And?” Zique adjusted his arms around her and waited until the fools finally made an appearance in his dining room. “Get out.” He told them. Damion glared at him. “Ohh, so you won’t even ask if we nearly die...f*cking hell! What’s going on here?” He walked further into the room with a look of surprise on his face. “We left for a day and come back to this? I must be seeing doubles.” Gabe walked in behind him, hands pocketed, face expressionless. “Go

Zique and Gabe walked down the stairs side by side in a silence that wasn’t too awkward, but soon Zique broke it. “Will you still not come back?”“Ohh I’ll come back, just not as often as before. Couples make me sick, you know that.”“We aren’t a couple...”“Do I look like an idiot? If you guys aren’t dating, should I give her back the bracelet?”“Don’t you dare.”“See?” He stepped in the direction of the living room where Damion and Kiara was. “I’ll drag Damion home with me, that f*cker talked all the way here and he’s going to talk all the way back to the pack house...damn!”“Damion is an unsolvable case, but he’s not my business.”“He’s your gamma...!”“Still not my business.”Zique walked into the living room, eyes meeting Kiara’s for a split second before he looked away. “You guys seem to have had fun, but it’s now time for Damion’s departure.”“The ‘talk’ is done already? I thought you guys would fight or something.”“We were going to...” Gabe sighed. “But I changed my mind, I w

Kiara woke up wrapped beneath thin, white sheets and in the alpha’s arms. He was already awake, after all those dark, obsidian eyes were already staring deep into her soul. “Thought you wouldn’t wake up after passing out last night.”Last night...? Kiara flushed red, the memories splattering all over the walls of her mind. Last night he hadn’t taken her once but twice; against the door and on this very bed.He made her explode so many times that she couldn’t even keep her eyes open.His strokes weren’t gentle, they were hard and fast; desperate stabs that breached far inside of her. She had begged him to let her breathe, to give her time, but after he released on her stomach, he shoved right back into her.She had trembled so greatly; her thighs, no her whole body and her eyes had watered with tears of pleasure until all she could see was an everlasting black.She wondered what happened after that, but the courage to ask was lost in her embarrassment. Pulling at the sheets, she used

Zique ran his hand through his hair as the water continuously drained down his body. He scared her, he knew, but he said nothing but the truth.He knew she was close to hating him, she said she didn’t, but she probably did...those words he said were a warning, a line that he was telling her not to cross. For years she had been locked away and even now it was the same. The first chance she got towards freedom, he was sure she’d take it.She wouldn’t hesitate to step out of his life after he’d finally let her in it. He understood their situation perfectly, from the start they should’ve stayed far away from each other and now that they were getting close, he regretted being the one who had taken the step forward.He was reminded of his father while watching her sleep a while ago. How foolish he had been, he loved Diana in a way that drove him mad. He knew she’d kill him and he let her. He was a case that deserved pity and Zique already saw himself becoming like him. He shouldn’t have le

Zique stepped out of the bathroom as naked as the very day he had been born. A towel was in his hand and he had it in his hair, drying the wet locks as much as he could.His steps led him down the hall and then into his room where Kiara was still sitting. Her eyes did not meet his, they avoided him entirely. “It’s your turn now.”Kiara nodded, standing to her feet. “Okay.”As she walked out of the room, Zique walked over to his closet, throwing the towel somewhere on his bed. Was she still on about what he had said?If he had known it’d bother her so much, he’d have kept his stupid thoughts to himself. But he just had to run his mouth, didn’t he?He just had to show her just how much of a damn fool he was becoming... Before now, he’d never voice such words much less think of them and now he couldn’t even hold them back...She was worth much more than she thought, huh?What a stupid line coming from someone who wouldn’t hesitate to tell her how useless she was before.Or perhaps those

Kiara took the road as though it was hers, glancing back at Zique every second. Every time she looked at him, he was looking at her and her diffidence rose so high because of that.Why could his eyes not leave her?Did she perhaps...?"Why do you keep looking back at me?Kiara froze, her heart beat exhilarating in her chest as she looked back at him yet again. "Because...no reason."Her head swung back in front of her, her steps quickening. How could he ask her that when he kept staring at her too?Was he thinking the same thing she was?Did he also think she was beautiful?Kiara shook her head. No, it couldn't be it...that was just a random thought of hers, it just popped up in her head every single time her eyes graced his divinity. His hair was the messiest it's ever been and yet he looked more beautiful than ever.Something was wrong with her, she swore vengeance on his name, and yet his face affected her this much...this morning when he had laid between her legs, she was dying fo

Zique led Kiara deeper into the market and though she was so captivated by her new bracelet, she noticed. “Are we not going back?”“No, we’re going to the fields people are probably already gathered there.”“Then has the game begun?”Zique shook his head. “No, not yet, but the preparations are being put into place. Some of the best men will be placed on the field, I believe I’ll be going up against Damion. He’ll be my only competition.”“And what about Gabe?” “Whether he likes it or not, he’ll be on the side-lines watching the game with you.”“B-But what if he wants to play?”“His business...”“B-Bu—”“Quit it.”“B—”Zique looked over at Kiara, the gaze zipping her mouth shut. “Now that sounds better.”“What does?”“The silence.”Kiara pouted down at her feet. “You’re telling me to shut up, aren’t you?”“I said no such thing.”“But you meant it.”“Well then if you’re going to pout so cutely, I take it back.” He ruffled her already messy hair. “Stop pouting and smile for me.”Kiara s

“The game will be fair. Just like a hunt, the ball will be our prey and as always the silver rain pack strives for greatness, better is never our best! In this game, I’m not your alpha, I’m your opponent...do everything in your power to bring me down and I’ll definitely do the same...take your positions!”Kiara watched as all the men spread out and Zique ran back into the crowd, collecting a ball from somebody at the front. He didn’t run back onto the field, instead he delved deeper into the crowd, back to where Kiara was. His lips drew closer to her ears, so close that Kiara shivered when he breathed heavily against her.“Cheer for me, princess and I might let you unwrapped another gift.”The whispered words sounded so provocative that Kiara almost moaned. Another gift, she knew just what he meant...last night’s gift was...well...it was a gift she wouldn’t mind unwrapping again.Kiara bit her lips, looking away from him when he pulled back to look at her. “O-Okay.”“Good girl...”He

According to Gabe, the game ended at 10-6, Zique scoring seven for his side and Damion scoring four. The field was now filled with people, cheering and congratulating, but Kiara and Gabe stayed planted in their spot. “I feel like going home now.” Gabe sighed. “It was a good match, but I’d prefer to sleep than celebrate.” “Celebrate? Will they be celebrating?” “Yes, over some strong liquor. Liquor would be nice, but when Damion gets as wasted as he always does, I won’t be bringing him home.” “Why? You’re friends and y—” Kiara’s lips snapped shut when Zique emerged from the crowd, Damion behind him. “They’re coming.” “I see...” Gabe confirmed. He stepped forward, meeting them halfway and Kiara followed him. “How did I do?” Damion asked. “Well except for the fact that we all knew Zique would be the successful bulldozer, you did a lot of bulldozing too.” Damion smirked at Gabe. “Then pat my head since I did a good job.” “F*ck off.” “Really?” Damion chuckled, turning towards Kiar

Kiara’s breaths were harsh and desperate, her eyes watching as he took the last piece of clothing off his body. “I bet you were praying for the game to end.” “I wasn’t.” “then tell me, what were you praying for?” Kiara’s body shivered at the sound of his voice, her teeth clenching as to stop herself from moaning. “I wanted... I w-wanted you to hold me as tight as you were holding the ball. I wanted to run my hands all over the sweat that tainted your abdomen...I-I wanted you.” Zique stepped closer to her, hoisting her left leg up. “Why are you so naive?” He gripped the length of his c*ck, the solid rod being squeezed so tight in his hand as he guided it towards her entrance. “This honesty is something I wish I had. Perhaps if I had been more honest from the start, everything I put you through in the past could’ve been avoided and this unnameable thing between us could’ve started a while back. I’d have gotten to see you turn as red as a tomato every time I say something that surpris