🎵Sia—Fire meets gasoline,🎵
"Hey! Watch it!" She snarled when Lyle dragged her forward into the arena.
Lucas watched amused as she hurled colorful curses at Kyle, he didn't respond but merely just dragged her forward again.
"Easy with her," he growled. She looked pissed and ready to attack Lyle but he could see Lyle's jaw twitch as he tried to hone some control, she was pissing him off as well, that much he could see.
"I'm trying to! She's just too fucking stubborn!" Lyle cursed out.
"You just wait till I'm out of this collar you fucking cunt! I'll so take pleasure in biting your head off." She said with a certain determination behind her voice.
With one last tug, he got her in front of the alpha then he spoke, "I'll love to see you try."
She glared down at him about to hurl another hasty response but Lucas sprang off his feet, cutting her off before she could utter another word.
"Enough!" He commanded and she gasped, her chest heaving through bated breath.
She wore a gown meant for the maids, she scented of floral and nectar soap he could tell she'd had a bath and the male horrendous scent on her had vanished.
"Leave us," he ordered again.
"Yeah, leave. Harken unto your master's command like the puppet you are, big 'ol' scary bear." She smirked.
"Are you fucking sure she's the Luna?! She's got a fucking wild mouth." Lyle huffed exasperatedly through the link.
Lucas gave her a knowing smirk, knowing exactly what she'd intended to do and her gaze faltered, seeing she when she realized she hadn't succeeded in getting what she'd wanted.
"She's trying to fuck with you. Piss you off until you retaliate. She wants to use that as a way to avoid me. She's a tricky little one."
Lyle nodded in understanding, he stared at her, giving her a wolfish grin before walking away.
Now it was just them.
Lucas and his mate.
He could finally have her undivided attention all to himself, he'd craved it since he'd set eyes on her, like a potent drug.
Lyle and the rest were on stakeout. Guarding the arena and watching out for the queen's spies.
Instinctively, they both lunged at each other, not touching but coming in close contact, encircling each other. Taking each other's scent in. Selene's defiance to mate suddenly became shrouded when her feral instincts lunged into control, she tried to fight it but the bond slowly forced her into submission. The wolf in her was called to his, needing to bask in each other's scent.
She purred. Watching him curiously as he hummed a growl of satisfaction, and moved a few feet back. She whimpered in frustration at the loss of closeness, the need to scent each other suddenly becoming unbearable.
Her gaze held his intently, sensing what he had intended to do, tried to fight it all to no avail. Even though she had been collared, her wolf had dominated because his called to hers. Lucas mid-shifted, canines elongating and his irises burning a vibrant glow if crimson.
He shredded the shirt off his body with a hand to reveal his well toned abs, Selene reacted with confusion and shock, trying to turn back but his gaze held hers pinning her to the spot. Her mouth half open.
Flexing his biceps and rock hard muscles, she licked her lips purring. Now that was something she couldn't resist. She wanted a show and he was ready to give her one.
Lucas growled lowly, puffing his chest out and letting just a bit of his alpha dominance to the surface. She tried to restrain herself from lunging at him when her breathing became heavy and she fidgeted, nearly trembling like a leaf in harmattan.
"Come here," Lucas ordered. He slowly caressed his bare chest with a hand trailing every curves with his finger.
A whine parted her lips and she dragged her legs towards him with gritted teeth, trying to hone every ounce of control in her to stay still but she couldn't, just as much as he had tried not to run to her.
But he had to show her who was in control. Unable to resist, she ran towards him, heaving a sigh of relief as his scent filled her nostrils the headiness enveloped her in a cocoon of warmth and nostalgia. Her fingers charged forward to trail his exposed chest, a gasp sliding their lips when she did. The tingles zapping through them like a million jolts of electricity.
A growl rumbled through his half parted mouth when she continued to touch every part of his chest. She moved closer, nuzzling her nose in his skin, her hand traveled up to fiddle with his now hardened nipple, Lucas bit back a groan.
Suddenly, she broke through and her wolf relinquished control. Disgust and hatred painted her face when she stepped away from him.
"Stay. The. Fuck. Away from me," she seethed.
Instantly, he shifted back, closing the little distance in between them. His hand grabbed a hold of her arms, pulling her towards him and gripping her firmly with a naughty smirk playing on his plump lips.
"I don't think your wolf agrees with that. You were so content with touching me a while ago, purring like a cat." He paused, making sure he had her full attention, "deny it all you want, you know deep down you belong to me,"
She scoffed, "I am not, and will never be yours. Never!"
"Hmmm, really? We'll see about that."
"I will never mate with your kind." She faltered, not sure she could keep up to her decision with the little evidence of wants her wolf had displayed. She craved his attention, that much was obvious.
She was stubborn, fierce and wild. As an Antherion, who knew next to nothing about ranks and respects for superior, a wild, uncultured, unethical creature who had no morals he'd thought it necessary to instill his fear in her, to tame her, to claim every inch of her.
Lucas chuckled darkly, "I don't think you have a choice here. You're on my land, you're my prisoner and I can as well as decide to claim you anytime I want. If that isn't enough proof for you to know you're mine, the little glittery thing on your neck is. And you want to know what still gives you a chance to run that little mouth of yours, that collar. Let's see just how much resistance you have when it's out of your neck."
Her brows furrowed and her little palms bawled up in a fist, "take it off. I dare you! I will happily kill you with my bare hands," she spat.
He leaned in closer to her ear, licking at her earlobes, "you won't. You know why? Because the only thing you'd be doing is begging me to fuck you, to claim every single part of you till there's nothing left. You'd be begging to wear my mark love. Remember that."
A little whine broke through her lips and her chest heaved when her breathing hitched.
She loved the fucking idea.