Emerald's POV-
Whenever August finished rinsing out my hair, I finished bathing and got out before he did. I quickly wrapped a towel around myself and tried to ignore the painful feeling August was forcing me to have because of my words.
I couldn't hold back my tongue, though. I could hear his thoughts loud and clear about wanting to take me back to his pack. I mean, I know he wants that, and I understand why, but why did everything have to happen so fast like this?
I slipped on some running shorts and a black tank top before throwing my wet hair up in a towel. I heard the shower cut off and sat on my bed while I slipped some socks on my feet.
August walked out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist, and tiny water beads were still on his chest and abs. He looks the same, but at the same time, he seems so different to me. It's like a more enhanced version of him now, and I couldn't look away from his wet body even if I wanted to, which I didn't.
He walked closer to me, and the closer he got, the more intense the smell of honey flowers filled my senses. His face was severe, but I could still see that soft, gentle look in his eyes when looking down at me.
"It hurts when you act like you don't want to be with me." He said lowly, and I could feel the sharp pain in my chest at his words.
I couldn't tell anymore between my feelings and his. I couldn't distinguish if this were the hurt I felt or his, but I guess neither of us has our own independent feelings anymore.
"August, I'm not trying to hurt you, but what did you expect? You have to rush into everything you do, and I'm not like that. I have to think and make sure I feel okay about a situation before jumping into it." I said to him, but I could see the black trying to swallow the blue in his eye.
"I have been more than patient for you, I think." He said harshly, and even though I could feel that he was more upset than angry, his remark still lit a match inside me.
"Oh, you do? You didn't even let me have a full day to mourn Helen before you dumped on me that you thought I was your mate. Then you go on and on about caring about me enough to wait for the blue moon, but did you wait? No, you didn't, and then to make it worse, you can't even let me process being marked long enough before wanting to move me back home with you."
He took another step toward me and grabbed my chin roughly, making me look up at him.
"I don't need to think to be sure about you, Emerald. You're my Luna, and you will come back home to our pack."
I snatched my head back from his hand and could feel the heat go to my palms.
"Oh, so now that I'm your Luna, it's my home too? Because I'm pretty sure I recall you sending me here and making sure that I was far away from your precious pack."
"That is not fair, and you know it," August said back, and I could feel his anger radiate off of him, but it only fueled my own.
"Tough shit, life isn't fair, and if you think you're going actually to force me to leave my home, then you need cognitive therapy, old man."
Before he could even move, I jumped back on the bed because I could feel the snap in his brain at what I said. August came at me, and I thrashed my legs and arms to keep him back, but he had so much advantage when it came to size and had me pinned down in no time.
He looked down at me with black and white eyes, and I could feel his chest vibrate as he let out a throaty growl.
"You're mine." He said through gritted teeth.
He dropped his head lower until our noses were almost touching, and I could feel his breath fan my face.
"Say it!" He commanded while shaking me a little.
I wanted to bite my tongue to keep it from moving. I tried to curl my lips in to keep them from opening. I wanted my throat and mouth to be too dry to be able to make noise.
My body only betrayed me, though, as I could feel nothing but warmth snake down into my stomach.
"Tell me that you're mine." He said in that deep tone, and I fluttered my lashes up at those solid black and white eyes.
"I'm yours," I whispered.
"Again." He said lowly before dropping his face into the crook of my neck and taking in my scent.
"I.." I was cut off when I felt a thousand sparks shoot down my neck from feeling his lips connect with my skin. My mouth closed, and so did my eyes when feeling them.
'Again, Emerald.' August said aggressively into my brain.
"I'm yours," I repeated, and once again, the sparks erupted down my throat from his warm kisses.
He hummed in satisfaction, and I could feel the anger in him start to melt away, and so did mine. Feeling him so close on top of me and smelling that warm honey scent only made me want to give in more to him. I'm starting to think it will be impossible ever to get to hold a grudge anymore when it comes to him.
August continued kissing my neck, but the kisses turned wet, and then he started to suck and nip on my skin. I let out a small moan and arched my neck to give him better access.
"Again." He said huskily as he trailed his kisses lower from my neck and to my chest, which was exposed from the tank top.
I giggled and rolled my eyes at him.
"August," I said, whining.
He picked his head up and looked at me, and just like that, his eyes were solid opposites again. One white and one black.
"Now." He said coldly, sending a chill down my spine.
"I'm yours," I said to him softly, and he went back to attacking any exposed skin with his lips and teeth.
His hands started to roam, and I could feel how excited he was because he still only had just a towel on. It wasn't just that, though August's thoughts were zooming into my head, and they were all the things he wanted to do to me. My heart was racing, and between the static kisses and the heated thoughts he was having, I could feel a small pool of wetness form in my shorts
August could smell it because his movements and his thoughts went still.
He looked down at me, and those dark and light eyes stared down at mine.
"You are mine...all of you. Mind, body, and soul. Every inch and every crevice of you is mine."
His hand went to my thighs, and he gripped them tightly before digging his nails into my skin.
"I'll prove it."
My eyes went wide, and August leaned down and placed his lips on mine before gripping my thighs tighter and making me gasp. He shoved his tongue into my mouth and began kissing me hungrily and running his hands up more and more until I could feel him tugging on the bottom of my shorts.
My eyes snapped open, and I went to break our kiss, but August wouldn't allow me to.
'Trust me.' His voice in my head said in a much softer tone than he had been using.
I tried to relax and slow my heart down, but August slowed his kiss down and made it softer and moaned into my mouth. I closed my eyes again and kissed him back before wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer to me.
I could feel him smiling on my mouth, and this time August moved his hands up to my shirt, and I sat up for him and allowed him to take it off. He had already seen me anyway in the shower, and my brain was just too focused on the smell he was giving off and how amazing his touch always felt on my skin.
He growled loudly when looking down at me and placed soft kisses on my chest before moving down to my breasts. I rolled my eyes back when I felt his warm tongue swirl around my nipple before he started to suck greedily on my breasts. I moaned loudly and arched my back because I needed more than what he gave me.
August knew too because he placed his hand on my stomach and forced me back down before sliding his finger into the top of my shorts and slowly pulling them down, but never removed his mouth from my breast.
I could feel him graze his teeth over my now sensitive nipple. I gasped, and my hands immediately gripped his hair as I arched my back up again, and August pulled my shorts down, letting them drop to the floor.
I whimpered, feeling vulnerable and exposed, and August finally stopped his attack and looked down at me again. He leaned his forehead against mine, and his heart was beating just as fast.
"Again." He said to me, sounding breathless.
"I'm yours," I said back to him while nodding my head, and then I felt August's rough hand cup my wet entrance.
"All of you?" He asked, daring me to say otherwise, and I felt him slide one finger down between my folds.
My mouth opened, and I tried to arch more into his touch, but August took his other hand and gripped my waist to hold me down. He started to rub his finger up and down slowly to open me up more, and I could feel just how wet I was as he did this. It was such a euphoric feeling that I had never experienced before. It was better than any high I had ever felt while driving my motorcycle or even playing with fire.
August stopped his movements, and I whimpered and tried to move my hips again to find any type of friction.
"Answer me, little girl."
I couldn't even think straight and wasn't even sure what the question was or what the correct answer was supposed to be. I just nodded my head to him, but I could tell by the look in his vacant solid eyes that a nod wasn't enough.
"Is this mine?" He asked me and then began rubbing his finger between my folds again.
I threw my head back, and my thighs trembled with pleasure.
"Yes," I said, trying to get air into my lungs because as marvelous as this felt, it was starting to become torturous.
August groaned loudly, making my heart leap in shock as he pushed his finger deep inside of me. I gasped and dug my nails into August's back, and he stayed still to let me get used to the feeling before slowly moving his finger out. I started to relax again, but August moved it back more profoundly, and I moaned as he gradually found a rhythm. His finger was soaked, and I could feel my juices running down and onto the mattress below me.
I growled and moaned and tried to buck my hips up to get more because now this was not enough either. The more he did to me, the more I needed, and it just kept building up this pressure inside my stomach that wanted release.
August leaned his off of mine and began to slow his movements, and I whined, not wanting it to end. August didn't care, though, and he looked down and watched his work as he moved his finger painfully slow in and out of me as my body trembled underneath him.
"Please," I said, sounding pathetically desperate, for what I don't know.
"Tell me again."
August looked away from my sex finally and gave me a calm look. I could see the blue start to come back to his right eye, and the gentle voice that he usually speaks with entered my head.
'Say it, and I'll prove it to be true.'
I could feel the need he had for me, and I could feel the strain on his chest from not feeling secure. Even though I had said it multiple times now, I meant it this time.
"I am yours August."
His eyes darkened completely at my words, and he slowly pulled his finger out of me, making me twitch, and undid the towel around his waist before tossing it to the floor.
He grabbed my legs and wrapped them around him, and immediately pressed himself up against me so that I could feel all of him. I felt panicky because August felt huge against me and wasn't even close to being like his finger.
He smiled down at me and kissed my lips a few times.
"You can handle pain, remember?" He said to me, and I felt him rub his tip against my entrance.
My heart began racing, and August kissed my cheek and, without warning, pushed himself between my folds, and I moaned loudly, feeling the sudden pressure. August hadn't even put all of it in, and I felt like my walls were being stretched out more as I tried to get used to the size.
August began to pepper my face in soft kisses, and then he pushed more of himself into me. My mouth went open, but he quickly stole my breath away as he placed his mouth over mine and shoved his tongue inside as he started to rock his hips.
When August sunk himself into me, something inside my brain clicked, and I could see Zeb when I closed my eyes. August growled and thrust harder into me, and my mouth went open, and I yelled loudly, feeling my walls stretched again more roughly.
He didn't stop, and eventually, the pain turned into pleasure; my legs were shaking, and I raked my nails down his back, still needing more. August leaned up and grabbed my hips before thrusting himself harder into me. He grabbed my throat and held me down still, and moaned my name when my walls started to clench around him.
"Oh God, Emerald." His deep husky voice said.
That warm knot in my stomach wanted to come out, but I didn't know what to do to allow that.
I moaned and rocked my hips up and stayed in perfect rhythm with August. I could hear Zeb's cold dark voice in my head, and August seemed utterly lost in this moment even to notice.
'Mine. You're mine now.' Zeb's voice rang in my ears.
August picked my hips up and thrust fully into me, and without warning, the knot in my stomach poured out and sent a wave of warmth and sparks through my body and went all the way down to my toes. I groaned and slowly rocked into him more as I tried to hold on to this incredible feeling of relief.
I could feel something warm and foreign pour into me, and August hummed, sounding satisfied, before slowly pulling out of me. He kissed my forehead sweetly and laid on top of me while burying his face into my hair.