Silver Creek [m]Lost and afraid

Can my friends come, too?


He whirled on her, finding himself staring at the back of her neck, the want to correct her strong and pulsing in his veins. There was a warning in his words. 

“There are no friends, no pack members, no one who can ‘come, too.’ You will do well to remember this, Reina…darling.”

His jaw struck, teeth clamping onto scruff, the feeling the pops that indicate sharp canines piercing skin, the taste of metallic hot liquid coating his tongue as he bore down on her. The force of him pushed her already disabled nervous system down into the dirt, sharp yelps of pain and fear emitting from her, eyes dazed and wild.

It was glorious.

The sight of her underneath him, covered in her own blood, cowering beneath his power and might—Submitting to him—would be his undoing. It was like the Heaven’s broke open only for him, showering him in a gilded light full of god-like power. She was his, at long last, she was finally his to own. To keep. To use…and abuse.

And so, he did. And, she let him. 

Oh, did she let him.