When Zique’s knot finally retracted, he pulled out of Kiara, both sighing out in relief at the fact that they could now move.They had been laying down motionless for more than five minutes, her legs were probably cramped and he didn’t have to ask if she was tired. It was so blatant in every breath that left her lips.Sitting up, he reclined against the sofa, looking over at her. “Are you okay?”Kiara nodded. “Yeah.”“Dinner will be delivered soon, let’s wash up before it gets here.”He stretched out a hand to her and Kiara looked at it for a second before placing hers in it. “T-Together...?”“Well if it doesn’t bother you.” He raised an eyebrow. “Does it?”“Uh...” He’d already seen her naked so there was really nothing to hide. “It doesn’t.”“Okay good.” He stood up and Kiara did the same only for her weak knees to buckle. She almost fell, but he caught her, hands so swift as they wrapped around her waist. “Easy there, princess.”Kiara’s face turned to red against his chest. “I’m so
“Y-Yes...?”“Eat before you leave.”“I’m not hungry.”“And you haven’t been for a while now. You’re not leaving this table until you eat something.”“But I—”Zique looked up at her, his eyes so austere that their gaze dumbed her. “I made a statement, I didn’t ask a question.”Kiara swallowed, her eyes watering. What was happening now? He was so nice before, why was he treating her like this now?“Okay, I’ll eat.” For what else could she do? The tears on her cheeks, she wiped them and watched blurrily as he opened up the covered plates. "Eat whatever you want."Kiara glanced over into the plates and forced herself to eat in his presence. He didn't touch the food, just watched her and when she couldn't eat anymore, she leaned back against her chair. "C-Can I go now?""Come here Kiara."Kiara glanced up at him as she stood up, walking around the table to stand in front of him. He sighed, leaning in to rest his forehead against her stomach. "F*ck...! Quit looking at me as if I just rippe
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