"MINE" he growled into my neck. Inhaling my scent deeply, my wolf whimpered under his touch. Electrifying feels going up and down my body.
"Mine" I repeated slightly confused, his eyes flashed a bright red, and I knew right than that I was his. He kissed me, I took little time to respond kissing him harder. He wouldn't let me dominate him, taking a hand full of my hair yanking my head back kissing, biting and sucking on my neck. Moans and whimpers escape me due to the sweet torture. I was espically hard as he grinded our bodies together.
"Your mine" he repeated in a low seductive, and dangerous voice.
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Atticus Pierson wasn't the the nicest person, often sarcastic and sassy and even fiesty depending on the person. He was a omega, and he didn't have the body and the height, but he was smart and sneaky. Quick like any other wolf, he was also gay. In yes there were gay werewolves but none of them were mated to the merciless, cold-hearted amazingly hot Alpha Donnivan 'Donni' Frost.
Who dominated everyone in the room, who made you feel unsettling if you stared too long into those cold blue eyes of his. With a sexy smirk, and a cocky attitude he knew he was the best, and for that he wanted the best.
Atticus and Donnivan bump heads as they try to come to conclusions with their feelings as mates. Donnivan being so possessive and over protective, bothers and scares a smart mouth and fun-loving Atticus, who doesn't see anything wrong with putting the alpha in his place.
Will these two manage with another, and admit that they cannot be without the other. And will this Alpha learn not everyone is willing to submit to him. And, will this omega learn that he will be the Alpha's one and only.
Book 1
He was cast to the edges of his clan. His father could not stand to even look at him. His baby sister probably didn't even know he was her brother...
All because he, unlike all other vampire (The correct terminology will be Wanpyrkos; van-peer-coe-s) kind, was born blind. And what do all creatures do to those that are different, those that do not fit society, those that they think should not have been born to this civilized society...?
[Book Cover Made by the wonderful THEMIDNIGHTECLIPSE13] - thank you!
I'm only introducing the perspective of the main character for the first part. Things change drastically soon after that.
[BDSM entries are clearly marked and written so they can be skipped without affecting the story]
***A couple scenes to whet your palate***
1. "Uh, we heal from pretty much everything and anything. Have you ever tried physically damaging your eyes to see if they would fully heal?"
"N-no. No, it doesn't work," I forced out, my voice a little strangled and cracking before hardening. "And stuff like that, isn't that just wrong?! Hurting someone just to 'fix' them."
2. I leaned and he met me, our soft lips touching and moving perfectly on each other's. I felt as his tongue ran the slit of my lips, my tongue coming to graze it as it passed over, knowing doing so was like catnip to him. He leaned closer, and I shivered as his hands ran from low on my hips and grazed along and up my ribs, pulling my chest closer to his so my body arched and rubbed against him. I hummed in appreciation.
[warning: so far aggressive or physical bullying and maybe a little kidnappage and sexual themes as well as possible trigger warnings]