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
Kiara climbed on top of Zique, her knees sinking into the soft mattress as she spoke “W-What now?”Zique smirked, his face almost buried in her bosom as he looked up at her. “You hold it like this...” He grabbed her hand, loosely closing it around his shaft. “And then you put it exactly where you want it.”Kiara’s hand hesitantly tightened around the hard flesh, her face as red as blood as she guided it towards her entrance. She was embarrassed, the fact that she was begging him to mate her was embarrassing enough and now he wanted her to do it herself.In deep diffidence, she buried her head in the crook of his neck, not wanting him to see her do something as desperate as this...and then she slowly slid down on his shaft, drawling a moan as she did so.Zique groaned beneath her, his hand latching onto her hips. “How about you be my cowgirl now...ride me...do whatever it is you want.”Kiara raised her head to look at him, totally confused. “B-But I’m no—”“You just have to move your
After that, days passed by and Kiara’s life took a turn, not a bad one, but one she’d definitely consider good. She wasn’t sure if this was what people called happiness, but every time she looked at him her heart would grow light.Like now...her heart kept fluttering like the wings of a bird as she watched him sleep. He was perfect; his physical features as well as his golden heart.He did nothing that could hurt her, considering that most of her days were spent by his side. Every night she fell asleep in his arms and woke up to those beautiful obsidian eyes observing her, but it was different today...for she woke up before he did.He was probably tired, he left her in Damion’s care pretty late last night and left with Gabe claiming that he had something to deal with at the pack borders. When he came back, he was naked and small dots of blood were splattered over his chest.‘Rogues...’ he had told her when she asked. ‘Rogues crossed the pack borders.’Kiara didn’t really understand bu
Kiara nodded. “I won’t...so give me freedom...take these invisible shackles off my hand. I want to go outside without having to worry that you’ll get mad. That’s all I’m asking for, I won’t run away...I promise.”Zique shook his head. “That’s asking for too much...”“Really? T-Too much?” Kiara shoved away from him, and instead of her face, he was now facing her back. “I wish...I wish I’d hate you.”“Kiara...” Kiara didn’t answer, if she did he'd hear the break in her voice. “You can always tell me where you want to go... I’ll take you.”“A-And what if you’re not here? Should I ask Damion? Should I ask Gabe?”“Kiara you...”“You know...” Kiara started, wiping her teary eyes. “As a child, I’ve always wanted to grow up...to be able to do the things that father told me I couldn’t. But even when I was five I was able to push my boundaries, but with you...I can’t...and I hate it...”Zique sighed, shuffling closer to her. “What’s wrong with you now...? We were doing okay, it was working...”
After calming down, Zique walked downstairs in search of Kiara. He knew she’d still be mad at him, even if he explained himself she wouldn’t be pleased. He had to find a way to trust her as well as the words that came out of her mouthShe told him she wouldn’t leave, but believing was the problem. Sighing, he shoved his hands into his pockets and headed towards the living room. What could he possibly say to get her to look at him the same way she use to?A gaze without fear...A gaze not diluted by hate...What could he do for her to like him again?He could apologize, but would that even work?He left a bruise around her wrist and probably one around her heart too...Damn! He was conflicted...what if he apologized and she still wouldn’t speak to him?What if he held her and she pulled away?It would without a doubt scar his pride for life, but this wasn’t a matter of pride...it was a matter of getting her right back into his arms.Stepping through the entrance of his living room, he
He didn't come, no matter how long Kiara laid and watched the door, he didn't walk through it. The heat was still tearing away at her heart, burning straight pass the surface of her soul. She could prominently feel it...how high the flames burnt and just how painful they were.It's only been a couple of hours and she missed him already...his presence, his voice, his touch. His scent was as strong as always, soaring through her senses and making her heart ache even more. The house was quiet, too quiet, much like the dungeon had been.She had gotten use to always having someone by her side. Whether it be Zique, Gabe or Damion, there was always somebody to speak to her, and now that no one was here...she felt lonelier than she'd ever felt.Sighing, she sat up...her eyes shifting away from the door. She was the one who chose to lock herself away from him...and now she was waiting for him to come to her...Pitiful...she shouldn't be like this, she should stick to her words...But how could
Zique's obsidian eyes widened. "W-What date is today?" Damion took out his phone, looking down at it. "It's the twenty fifth..." "The...The...The twenty fifth?" Zique breaths shortened, his hands clenching by his sides. "The twenty fifth?" "What?" Damion asked. "Is it...it couldn't really be today...is it?" Gabe shook his head, shifting in his seat. "No, it's the twenty seventh...two days. We have...no he has two days." "Two days left for what?" Kiara asked. "Two days left to live." "What do y...what do you mean?" Her eyes shifted over to Zique not missing the horrified look on his face. "What a-are you guys saying?" "His curse Kiara...he's cursed remember...?" "But I-I...I didn't know he was cursed to die." "Well now you do..." Gabe looked away from her. "I'm leaving...card doesn't sound fun anymore." "B-B-But wai—" Zique stood from his seat. "I'll go with you...Damion you stay with Kiara...I'll be back in a minute." Zique walked pass Kiara on his way out of the living ro