CHAPTER 9

"Did you have to kill her, mate?" he asks me, washing my hair. "Yes, she had what was min,e knowing it didn't belong to her," I answer back. "I never gave you permission to kill h;r, you were only supposed to fight." "What about you, Deimos? What would you do if I slept with a male and yousmelledt him all over me?" "I will rip him piece by piece and watch him bleed to death." He replies calmly. "So, her death is justified," I tell him, looking into his eyes. Giving me a single nod, he turns around,d my back facing his front. Now we are aware of each other's bodies. I feel his gaze on my body as he washes my flesh. I want more. I walk backwards closer to him making sure our bodies are making touching each other and slowly arch my back rising my ass into the air. The steam is increasing the heat between us. His hands stop washing, dropping the soap. His fingers grasp my hips bringing my ass to his crock, nesting it between my cheeks. We moan together, we both wanted… no.. needed this. He leans forward Bitingg my ear. "Are you teasing me, mate?" His voice husky, he questions me. I moan loudly as his breath, voice,e and the feel of his length make my core wet. My breath comes out in puffs trying to breath comes out in puffs trying to breathe tthroughthe heat. He thrusts his cock onto my hips, grinding flexing his lips. Moaning, he whispers into my ear. "You make me craz,y mate, your smell, your touch is so irresistible. You make it very hard to fight you." I turn arou,nd looking at him. Both of our facare es close, just a little further, our lips will touch. I can taste his mouth. I wonder what he tastes like. I know he has the same thoughts as he looks at my lips and back to my eyes. We slowly lean in our mouth,s itching for a taste. "Why must you fight ,me Deimos? Why fight what we could have?" I question ,him eager for an answer. He moves back, away from me. "Finish up and come out." His voice cold walls up once again. One step forward, a hundred steps back. He leaout without answering my question, for he knows his answer will kill me. A sob leaves my mouth, tears streaming down my face. Is this how my life is going to be? Is this how I must live? What of my dreams? Wrapping a towel around my body,I enterg the bedroom I see Deimos sitting on the bed with his arms on his knees. I feel his gaze on me as I enter the closet to dress, but I spare him not even a single glance. He knows I cried, he knows my pai,n yet he offers me no apology. No comfort. I look towards him once I am finally done. "Why are you still here?" I question him, making his nostrils flare. He walks up to me in one stri,de holding my jaw tight in his hands. "Do not question me. I can do whatever I please." He snarls it out to me. He takes a deep breath calmlam himself down. "Come." He says that single word hhasa huge effect on me, making me follow him like a lost puppy. Going down the stairs to the kitchen. I sit on the stool by the counter as he heads to the stove to prepare food. Does he cook? That just increases my desire for him. No words are exchanged between us, just me watching his back muscles move with hvery action. After a while, he places a plate with steaming food in front of me. "Eat." He says. My eyes turn questioning, and I look behind him, searching for his plate. "Are you not going to eat?" I ask him, my voice faltering. "Don't misunderstan,d mate, everything that I did today with you was because of my wolf. I washed you and fed you to please him." His voice is cold and harsh. With one last look, he walks aw,ay leaving me in this cold kitchen alone. I look around me, only silence to comfort the pain of my heart. Trying to swallow food when your heart torning is arduous. Lonely nights. Cold nights. Lonely nights. Nights filled with fear, nights filled with tears. Frightened of everything to be more lonely. Each night brings forth a new haunting memory. Seasons pass, winter turning to summer. The need for Deimos increases day by day. It grows, wrapping around me like vines possessing thorns, sinking deep, tearing into my soul. Eventually making me bleed of need. The less I see him, the more I crave him. I am the dry desser,t and he is my ra,in so near yet so far from my reach. It's a painful struggle wanting to have someone so ,bad but they don't want the same. They prefer to keep you at a distance from the rest, blocking any sort of contact with you. But when daylight streams through your windows, the pain vanishes for a w,hile and excitement flows through your veins. Morning, my favourite part of the day. It's the only time I can see those eyes. His eyes. Eyes full of lonel,iness too. Seems like he's also craving me as I ve to him. I miss him more than anything. But today is going to be different; today I want something. I want him to crave me as I crave him. I nod, looking at myself in the mirror. My hairwas wet, dripping droplets of water all over my chest. A bit of red lipstick on my lips, inviting for a taste,e and a light blush on my cheeks. This will be hard, but I must do it. Walking to the training field, wolves warming up their eye,s barely op,en sleep drowning them. I spot Deimos, he is with his thick muscles over to the fi,eld making sure I am right in the mi,ddle perfect in for every wolf, especially Deimos. Already having the attention of wolves, Deimos looks towards me, probably wondering what everyone seems to be distracted with. The stage is finally mine. Pretending I don't know what's goingaroundg me, acting normal. I slowly pull the zip of my jacket down, revealing my sports bra. I remove my jacket,t securing it around my hips. Pulling my hair up,tyingg it, showing my neck bare of his mark while bending down tying my shoe,s giving a perfect view of my assets to Deimos. His brehitsches. I stand and begin stretching, feeling every wolf's eyes on my body. The feel of one special pair of eyes burns through my ski,n creatina g trail of heat. Is looking lowly towards him. His wolf peeking out through His dark eyes, jaw clenched, nose flaring, and his hands releasing drops of blood to the ground due to the strength of his fingernails pressing into the palms of his fisted hands. His strengthandn control amaze me. He wishes to claim ,me so what is he running from? What is his fear? Closing his e,yes taking his deep breath, he tries to calm down from the internal battle with his wolf and body. Looking around his anger rising, "Stop ogling at the female, wipe the drool from your damn faces and find a partner to spar with." He commands. Wolves disperse looking for their partners. He looks towards me, walking to me in confident str,ides his eyes dropping to my lips and back to my eyes. "You will spar with me today, mate." He looks into my eyes. Thislooks look holding so much power to weaken my knees.