Chapter 8 A Rude Awakening

• Blaire white
• "London." I sobbed, pushing him more into me, silently begging, and his big hand slid slowly up my thigh.
• "Do you want me to fuck you?"
• Oh, dear moon goddess, I did want him to fuck me.
• "YES!"
• "How hard?" He groaned, his thumb rubbing delicious circles on my sex. I rocked my hips forward unconsciously, seeking more.
• "Answer me!" He roared.
• "How hard do you want my dick to fuck your tight little pussy?"
• "Very hard. Oh god, London, please." I begged, throwing my head back. My hand flew out, clutching at his hand, and I pulled it to my heavy breasts, wanting desperately for it to be assaulted.
• "Fuck me, please," I pleaded.
• "Im going to fucking ruin you for good."
• Yes do! Like my life isn't already ruined.
• Without a second thought, London pounced on me, taking my lips and squeezing my breast painfully hard. It felt blissful as he ravished my lips like a starving animal while I moaned uncontrollably.
• London chewed down my flesh to my right boob, biting roughly on the mound. He catches my nipple and bites it hard until I come. And then he kept biting and pulling on it hard, making me moan and cry in pleasurable pain.
• "Ahh...hmm.. London-"
• "Mine!" He growled, which surprised the hell out of me.
• London gripped my back hard, so hard that I felt his nails dig into my skin. He pulled me closer to his hard length, and my feet curled and my head tilted back to contain the wave of scorching desire building in me.
• His hardness felt like a hot rod pressed against my cunt. He hotly stared at my pussy in adoration. My tummy knotted the longer he stared, and I blushed, feeling somewhat embarrassed. I covered my face with my hands, unable to bear his scrutiny.
• "Don't hide from me," he grumbled, snatching my hands away from my face-pinning them to my sides.
• "I am going to fucking milk your cunt with my seeds. And ruin you for any man." He said he was rubbing his knob on my hole.
• "No man will ever give you this life changing experience again." He growled, staring at my crotch as if it were his most prized possession.
• London adjusted and lifted both my legs wide apart until I was spread open on the sheets. I felt self-conscious in the compromised position; I had to dig my nails in the sheets while clutching at them.
• "I'll try to be gentle, but this is going to hurt like a bitch." He snarled, looking into my eyes, as he impatiently eased his monstrous cock into my awaiting cunt.
• *******
• I woke to pain that shot through me from different angles. I felt like a truck had run me over countless times last night. I winced as I sat up, feeling raw soreness between my legs. My head was pounding badly as a result of the alcohol last night. I groaned, hissing as my privates felt like I had gotten rammed into by a bus or something. I ran my hand through my head, trying to recall incidents from last night. My mind was bleak.
• "You're finally awake."
• I gasped at the unexpectedly deep voice that sent me falling off the bed. My hair sprayed all over my face as I peeked at him from the edge of the bed. A cigarette was wedged between his fingers.
• I gasped at the handsome man, whose body rested on the headboard with folded arms. His biceps bulged as his abs stared at me. His wavy black hair sat on his shoulders in tousled locks. He carefully released his left hand to take a drag on the tobacco. He released a thick cloud of smoke, staring at me intently. His steel-gray eyes were a darker shade, and the cloud of smoke floating through them highlighted his mysteriousness.
• His silence was loud as his eyes remained on me. My body tingled as his gaze brought goosebumps to my skin. This man, this very man... There was something about him that drew me in like a moth drawn to a flame. I gaped stupidly at him, batting my lashes.
• He took a deep breath, exhaling immediately with a sigh. He threw the cover off and stood to his full height. My mouth dropped, and my eyes widened at his naked glory. I immediately looked away, feeling heat crawl up my neck. He clicked his tongue dryly at my unexpected display of shyness.
• "Drop the act; after last night, you should not even dare." He spoke with a gritty undertone in his baritone.
• "What do you mean?" I asked, suddenly feeling enraged.
• He turned, giving me a full display of his naked body. His dick was almost in my face as he crouched to my level and sat on the floor.
• "I'm saying, you took in my length and size last night like it was no issue. Your desperate moans and taking my name as a life mantra all the while I brought you time after time to pleasure's gates, leave no room for me to stand your sudden act of shyness." He blew smoke in my face before standing up and sitting by the edge of the bed.
• The enigma had me under his merciless scrutiny. Taking note of my very reaction. I was regretting my decision to drink last night, but after what I witnessed yesterday, anyone would have been desperate to numb the pain. My wounds grew fresh as my heart bled anew.
• "I was drunk. Don't judge me. You can at least put on clothes." I said, and he tilted a brow at me.
• "Am I the only naked one here?" His eyes lowered to skim through me.
• I gasped, immediately aware of my unclothedness. I rushed to my feet but ended up falling back down because of the raw soreness I felt down there. I was afraid to meet his gaze because something about those dangerous eyes and hypnotic voice was calling to me.
• "That is because he is your mate. And he already knows that." Hera spoke with joy in her tone.
• My eyes widened to the size of saucers, and I flitted to find an unfazed expression and empty eyes staring back at me. What? That extremely handsome man with a condescending gaze was my mate? But what about Sinclair? Wasn't he my mate? He understood me so well that it's hard to believe he wasn't my mate. Or did his death alter things?
• "It doesn't work that way." Hera spoke again.
• He blew out smoke from his nostrils and chuckled darkly. He ran his hand through his hair, scratching it a little as he clicked his tongue dryly. "Let's get straight to the point, shall we?"
• I blinked at him, not knowing how to take the news. I guess that explained the weird sensations I felt whenever he spoke, looked at me, or touched me.
• "I do not want a mate, much less one that looks like she can open her legs that easily…"
• What?! He was indirectly calling me a whore. I wasn't a whore; I was a virgin until last night. The bloodstains on the sheets should prove that.
• "Excuse m—"
• "I, London Knight, Alpha King, and Lycan Alpha of the Bloodmoon pack, hereby reject you—"
• "Wait please—"
• "—Blaire White as my true mate."
• A bone-snapping pain shot through me, soliciting a scream from me. My body felt like a part of my soul was about to get ripped out. My heartbeat threatened to burst at the overwhelming, detaching pull.
• I have heard that the pain of getting rejected was like Knives being thrown into my neck, leaving a burning sensation, but trust me, now that I am experiencing it, it is surely worse than that.
• He watched me writhe on the floor with tears in my eyes, devoid of every emotion. His eyes held no pity at all. In that moment, with his slow blinking gaze and puff of smoke, he took the form of the devil himself.
• "Accept the rejection and make things easier for yourself. You were nothing but a good fuck, and that's how it's going to be forever." He screamed angrily with so much hate that my body couldn't bear it, and I stared at him in confusion.
• My body erupted in pain, and my bones felt like they were being smashed by an invisible force. My mouth was dry, and my legs were numb as I lay there shaking.
• I gasped in pain, unable to move a muscle. I was breaking apart. Hyperventilation was the only thing I could do to cope with the pain. I wanted to appeal to whatever humanity he had left. I was in no condition to be subjected to this kind of pain; my heart was still fragile from the events of yesterday. My loss was still fresh in my memory.
• Glen had said meeting your mate was the most beautiful thing in the world, so why was mine painful? Who on earth did I offend to be treated like this? I didn't deserve this. I couldn't lose everything, including my mate. I refused to. No, I won't.
• "What are you waiting for? Leave while you still have some dignity," London said, unfazed by my pain.
• "I don't care about what you think, but I won't accept your rejection. I, Blaire White of the Blue Moon Pack, d o not accept your rejection, London Knight." I said it with the last string of strength I had left inside me.