I heard a selfish groan leave his lungs. Without warning, Killian’s large hand gripped the top of my dress, and in a flash, he pulled it down, leaving my bare chest exposed. His hungry eyes pounced on my exposed breast. My body jolted in response to his hands caressing it.
“You’re beautiful, Sheila.” His words filtered into my ears as his lips nibbled on it briefly while his hands kept on caressing my hard nipples.
Hearing my alien moans, Killian pulled his attention back to my breasts. He bent down, and his warm mouth swallowed one of my nipples and began to suckle on it. I released a sensual cry, my body trembling against his.
“Killian,” I say breathlessly and in hushed tones. My hands on his hair were tightening, and I pushed his head tighter against my breast.
Killian’s pressure on my breast intensified. He gripped the other one, squeezing it and caressing its hardened nipple. His tongue crossed over to it.
I moaned into his ears, rubbing my lower half against his hardened member.
This time he was the one that moaned, moaned my name in so much pleasure. “Sheila,” his lips leaving my breast and finding my lips again, while his hands kept squeezing my breasts when the cry of a twig stepped upon broke the moment.
Killian instantly released a loud growl, furiously snapping his head in the direction where the noise came from. It was Allen. My eyes rounded, and my cheeks colored up with embarrassment as I began to fix my dress. Killian growled at Allen, covering me with his large body. “Get the fuck out of here!”
That growl should have frightened anyone, but Allen seemed more surprised and amused than terrified.
With a sarcastic, ‘Whatever you say’ look, he went back along the path he came from.
Killian turned his gaze on me. I didn’t want to, but now that my sanity seemed to have returned, I pushed him away, but he barely budged.
The dark desires were still present in his eyes as his large thumb brushed against my lips as if seducing me back into a blissful utopia.
“K-Killian stop!” My words were meant to escape, to have more control than the careless whisper they seemed to have adopted. “Stop. Go back to your lover!”
At the mention of the last word, he froze, almost as if remembering something from the moment had ripped away from him.
Like a dash of icy water had been poured on him, Killian pulled away from me. I couldn’t stop the flash of hurt that was eager to stalk my blue eyes. He saw it, the damned idiot saw it, but his cold gaze only intensified.
I looked away before I cried stupidly in front of him, roving back to my horse.
“Don’t wander too deep. The forest isn’t safe,” he said, heading in the direction where Allen disappeared.
“Like you give a fuck about me,” That was meant for my thoughts, but my lips ranted on, forcing Killian to cast an expressionless stare my way before completely vanishing out of sight.
I was left there for a full minute, trying my hardest not to cry. I was about to jump on my horse when I heard sharp movements against the tree.
It was the figure I had been following. A male, wearing black clothing.
I followed him. I couldn’t see his face; it was covered with a piece of woolen fabric.
Before my eyes, he bent to pick up a bow and pulled an arrow from behind. His hands held a crossbow and an arrow that had been fixed properly for a shot.
As I moved closer, he released the arrow in the bow, picking up another arrow that was on the ground.
Who the hell was he?
He wasn’t dressed like any of the warriors or the pack members that came hunting.
Suddenly, an unknown fear kicked against my chest. Killian. Somehow I became terrified, carelessly stepping on a twig, which sent the man’s gaze my way.
Only his eyes were visible to me, but he seemed pissed, heading my way. I took cautious steps backward, but before I could make a run, he gripped me, dropping his arrow and bow to the ground. Instantly, I reached for the dagger in my boots, diving it into the man’s stomach. He was bleeding from his body, but unfortunately, my injury to him didn’t do anything to him. Instead, it made him angrier. He held me by the neck, as I held on to his clothes. It was then I saw the crescent mark on his wrist.
He wasn’t an intruder, he belonged to our pack. He tossed me harshly against the ground. His nails elongated as he lunged at me to kill.
Suddenly, a figure jumped out from the trees before my soon-to-be killer managed to reach me, standing between my killer and myself. He had his face covered as well, but when he glanced my way, his striking deep hazel eyes met mine.
I could never forget those gazes. It was the man from the Luna coronation. Kaiser Black. The one Killian seemed to hate.
His eyes moved from mine to the other man, and he growled, seeming very pissed. Kaiser lunged at the other man, and the man was tossed away, bleeding from his chest, but instead of charging at Kaiser, he ran away.
Kaiser turned to me, about to reach for me, but suddenly the sounds of hasty steps approaching were heard. He glanced my way, his eyes conflicted over whether to move towards me or run away.
With a glance and another frustrated growl, Kaiser scurried into the forest, leaving me rooted on the ground.
Soon, Killian and some of the pack’s members rushed from the trees into my view.
The skin on Killian’s forehead trembled, confusedly, as his cold eyes glowered down at me in disbelief.
In no time, the pack’s warriors surrounded me. My eyes shot around confusedly. The head warrior of the pack, and Killian’s best friend, Mason, ambled to me, as I forced my legs to stand.
He picked up the crossbow and arrow that the other man had dropped beside me. Mason’s raging eyes held mine deathly, before trailing to Killian.
“It’s the same. She’s the one that tried to murder the Alpha and Thea.”
My eyes widened. I turned to find Killian’s cold, undecipherable stare on me.
Fuck, this is bad.
Sheila’s point of view
This is really bad.
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