Hey guys! This does not contain any sexual scenes but just develops the story further. There will be more to come I promise. My laptop is still not fixed so I wrote this on my phone. Yes I did that for you all. You're welcome :)
And before I get bombarded by "your characters aren't consistent" lemme explain.
Sistine suffers from severe depression because she is a mate to a werewolf... and that's what happens when you are a mate to a werewolf and he hasn't found you yet, or you fight him tooth and nail. She is a spit fire woman and refuses her fate but wants to indulge in the comfort Barron gives her. She's conflicted, confused and pissed.
Barron is a werewolf, obviously... he is part beast literally. Beasts are animals (essentially) and animals are unpredictable. Barron has never had a lot of human emotions to deal with until Sistine. He's Jackyl and Hyde and what may be wrong in the "human" world isn't so bad in the beastie's and vice versa.
They mix as well as fire and water but without each other they would perish. (Oh the cleverness of me)
Furthermore, I didn't have an editor for this but I tried my best regardless. Even though my phone's autocorrect is an asshole. If you'd like to recommend or volunteer let me know.
-peace :)
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A deep rumble came from his chest and I could feel it morph into a full blown roar, as it made its way from my thighs all the way into my mind, jolting me out of the haze I was in.
Another deep and angry rasping, trumpet sound shook the walls as the monster answered Barron. I was fully aware now it was one of them.
A beast like him, the ones he had warned me about. The ones he said were looking for me and had, evidently, found me.
I started to rise to find a place to hide. Which would be difficult with the room still being nearly void of the presence of light, and it was known to me that his "kind" had no issue with seeing in the dark.
He pushed me back down quickly and commanded that I stay still.
"What the fuck are you doing!? I have to hide! I have to get away! I'm not going to lay here because you-"
"YOU WILL DO EXACTLY WHAT I SAY!" He screamed at me.
I felt him leave me and my body being lifted from the table and placed on his chest as he cradled me like an infant.
"I can protect you. You have nothing to be afraid of. You will obey me, however, and you will stay where I put you until I come back for you and you WILL BE QUIET!" He snarled.
What he had said earlier about me no longer being "goo" over him as soon as his body left mine was absolute truth.
This was his fault and I was in this situation because of him and his fucked up infatuation with impregnating me.
My stomach and head swam as the recollection came back of what he had done to me. And even more so at my reaction to what he had done to me, what I had wanted him to do to me; essentially begged him to do.
I had spaced out in my disgust for myself and my hatred of him so much that I wasn't present for the small journey he had taken me to a cold, black corner of the room . I finally came to while I felt myself being lowered to the ground and my sharp gasp filled the room as my bare skin met cold concrete floor.
"I'm sorry, I know you are afraid and sometimes I... I forget you are what you are and that... I am what I am," He said softly.
"Dont be afraid. I meant what I said about protecting you. They will have to get through me to touch you and they will have a hell of a time doing that," He added.
The scraping and pounding noises seemed more desperate. Like the thing outside had had enough with the building in its way, and a sudden cracking noise let in a small amount of light from the door being pushed from its frame, and then swiftly left as it continued to take the abuse of the angry creature attempting to break it down.
I felt a small swoosh of air as Barren lowered himself in front of me.
"This one is obviously a bitch seeing he can't even break down a door," He said with amusement.
His hand touched my hip and I withdrew quickly and slapped out in hopes of making contact with his face, which it did. However, the tenseness in his hand and the lack of shock or jerk lead me to believe he knew it was coming.
A larger hand grabbed mine quickly and my punishment for the assault was a gentle kiss on my wrist.
"Whatever you see, whatever happens don't forget that I would never, ever harm you. Regardless of your sad attempts to inflict it on me," He said with a husky laugh and left me alone.
"BASTARD!" I screamed out to him.
I counted his footsteps as he left and what direction they went and slowly, I patted and crawled my way around the dark little by little trying to find a better place to hide or maybe even a makeshift weapon. I halted immediately at a loud and pained "I said stay there!" made by Barron followed by the sickly sound of cracking bones and labored breathing. Which made it all the more terrifying that I couldn't see him. Only hear the grotesque sounds and curses that faded into snarled, growls and roars.
Something fell very close to me and I quickly began to scoot backwards until my back met with a cold, inanimate object. I turned in a jolt and after making the assumption it was some sort of bar or desk I felt for an opening and crawled underneath. I tried to be quiet and to stifle my small sniffs and quick breaths as I waited.
And I did not have to wait long as the room was quickly illuminated by the soft glow of the rising sun outside. My vision improved but only so-so as the front of the desk I was under faced the door that had just been busted into pieces and the sound of wooden shards littering the floor fallowed.
I studied my surrounding as well as I could. It was, indeed, some kind of basement. A very large basement and it almost looked abandoned as I noticed the dusty, old furniture here and there and the cob webs that seemed to drape everything like a protective sheet.
I also noticed my nakedness, other than the t-shirt, and watched as the goosebumps quickly covered my skin. My attention was drawn to a bite mark on my thigh and the faint scarring of where the restraints had held my ankles.
The sound of heavy feet crunching pieces of wood and deep sniffs drew my attention from the wounds left by Baroen. It was inside now. I could hear it straining to find me or to find Barron. Then all of a sudden, what I had previously thought to be a shadow of some kind moved, in a crouching position, towards me.
My eyes widened and I opened my mouth to scream but it shook it's head at me and the recollection of whom it was hit me at the flash of its eyes; Barron.
It-He was massive. His fur was the blackest black I'd ever seen. His biceps were larger than my thighs, and his thighs larger than my entire torso. His ears were pointed and his snout elongated with massive jaws I'm sure encased teeth and power that would put a crocodile to shame. His chest was wide and pecs bulged under the finer, thinner hair of the front half of his body.
