The pull of mates.

When I stepped back once more, I hit the outside arm of my couch losing my balance, and I grabbed his shirt trying to steady myself, but I ended up pulling both of us to the cushions with Killian almost falling on top of me, if it wasn’t for his quick thinking, and rolling us to the floor with me toppling him, I'd be squashed by his huge frame like a bug. We were face to face and locked eyes, not even a blink. The feeling of his muscled body against mine mixed with the cedar and maple, emanating from his heated skin was a drugging combination, driving my mind into a hazy state. Biting my bottom lip I shuddered, and by the wicked smile that blossomed on his lips, he knew what kind of chaos he was causing, not even his scruffy short beard hid those gorgeous dimples, and before I censored myself what it looked like an anguished moan escaped from my lips. His eyes darkened to a shade of molten hot chocolate and his hand flew to the back of my neck, as he gripped me by the waist, bringing me closer to him, and taking my mouth in an urgent kiss, then it was my turn to hear him groan against my lips. 

Killian’s mouth was hot and demanding, taking me to the top of a roller coaster to suddenly dead drop, as my breathing became labored and my heart looped wildly in my chest, since my brain had short-circuited, I relaxed on top of him and embarked on the wild ride his lips were dragging me into. I lace my fingers in those dark soft strands of his hair, while the other skimmed freely down his torso, feeling every muscle with my fingertips, dragging out a loud groan from him, and without giving me a chance to breathe, he rolled us again, trapping me against the floor. 

“Gosh, little hurricane, you smell heavenly…” his mouth lazily traced my jaw and neck, reaching for my ears, where he sucked and nipped at my earlobe, delivering sensations I thought it wasn’t possible. “And taste so good, I could eat you up.” he whispered to me, his warm breath showering my skin, as I licked my lips, trying to savor his words. 

I caught myself in a whirlwind of emotions that I seemed not to be strong enough to pull away from, his rough hands danced over my body, fueling not only with life but also with a raw lust I’ve never felt before. The scruff of his beard grating on my skin and the scraping of his teeth on my shoulders, ending up in little quick bites that added the right amount of pain to it did wonders to my heated skin, making my body ablaze. My hand traveled down his back, my nails racking his muscles over his t-shirt, settling on his butt and squeezing lightly, making him grind on me and lose his breath. He was hard as a rock and a hungry grunt left his lips, making me shiver beneath him. 

“Don’t go there, or I won’t answer for myself,” he warned me when my hand slipped between us. A loud noise from downstairs made its way up, and then shouting and yelling, and the sound of brawl happening took me from that sinful state. My mind screamed at me disgusted by my slutty behavior as I opened my eyes, staring at him.

“No!” I shouted. “Stop it, stop!” I punched him on the shoulders, but he didn’t even bulge. Placing both my hands on his chest, and gathering my strength I pushed him off, sending him to the floor beside me. We panted breathless, dragging some air to our worked up lungs. “We can’t!” I whispered, blinking quickly to get rid of the tears trying to fall,  as he sat up and stared at me pissed off.

“And why is that?” his voice came out controlled, but in a low growl.

“We barely know each other! And you’re married, don’t you think I’d known?” Teague's scent still lingered all over the house, he didn’t even move his belongings from here, and I was already fooling around with someone else! If suddenly he came home to find this! A lump formed in my throat followed by a desperate whimper. Lord, I felt dirty. “Go home, Killian.” I told him, shutting my eyes. My wolf howled and bared her teeth to me outraged. ‘How dare you behave like a mutt in heat, you piece of shit!’ I told her off. ‘Don’t you have a bit of loyalty to Tea? Let me sort my life first. Now, quiet down!’ and then silence, she curled up in a corner somewhere, but I still could listen to her low angry rumbles in the back of my head.

“No, Victoria,” I heard him, bringing me back from my quarrel with my wolf. “I need to figure out what’s happening to me. Since I put my eyes on you, I have no more peace!” his eyes were as black as dark cocoa. “I can’t eat, sleep, concentrate on my work, and I don’t know how many cold showers I already took!” his ominous velvety masculine voice was like the sun kissing a field of blooming flowers, and my body reacted instantly to it, making me press my thighs tighter to assuage the sweet pain in my core. For once, I was happy he wasn’t a wolf, otherwise he would smell the heady scent of my arousal. If there was a word to express what I was feeling at the moment, mortification was the one. 

“I know, and I’m sorry. Only God knows how many times I have prayed, begging him to spare me from this moment!”

“What do you mean? What are you? A witch, little hurricane?”

“Stop calling me that, and get out of my house!” I snarled at him. “You’re married! You shouldn’t be here. Get out!”

“It’s not like that…”

“Yeah, right!” a disdainful short-lived laughter came out of my mouth. He grabbed my wrists, pulling me to him, smashing my breasts on his hard chest. His face inches from mine. “Go home, please…” I wanted to kill myself when my voice squeaked.

“I will, but you’re gonna promise me, you’ll meet me at the carpentry tomorrow.”

“I can’t, tomorrow is my busiest day at the pub,” a smug smirk danced on his lips, driving my gaze to them. I licked my suddenly dried ones, making his smile wider. The son of bitch knew what he was doing to me.

“I don’t care,” he buried his face in the crook of my neck, smelling my perfume, nibbling on my skin. “You’ve neglected your chores all these days hiding from me. One more day won’t make a difference.”

“You can’t force me,” I gasped, involuntarily tilting my head to the ministrations of his mouth.

“No? If you’re not there by sundown, I’ll come back here, and believe me, I’ll make you scream my name so loud, everybody downstairs there will know who I am,” he threatened me in such a dark and possessive tone, a shiver went down my spine to my stomach.

“You wouldn’t dare! I whispered. 

“Try me, my sweet little hurricane…” and he silenced me with a hungry, intense kiss, crumbling the walls I had put up, one by one. 

Out of the blue, he stood up, taking me with him and throwing me on the couch, and the same way he came he’s gone, shutting the door with a loud bang and leaving me behind totally awestruck. Like a zombie, I walked to the bathroom and got myself under a cold shower, grabbing a sponge full of soap and rubbing myself as hard as I could. I didn’t know for how long I was there, numb, lost in my thoughts, but the loud ring of my phone took me out of my sweet nightmare. Enveloping myself in a towel I ran to the living room.

“Alpha? Reid is awake!” Allan’s voice boomed excited from the other side.