Falling For My Cruel Mate novel Chapter 61

He tasted like his coffee he had early this morning and it strangely made kissing him even better. And he's kissing me. Once, twice, until I've had more than a taste and realize I'll never have enough. He's everywhere up my back and over my arms and suddenly he's kissing me harder, deeper, with a fervent urgent need I've never known before.

We are kissing like crazy now. Like our lives depend on it. His tongue slips inside my mouth, gentle but demanding, and it's nothing like I've ever experienced, and I suddenly understand why people describe kissing as melting because every square inch of my body dissolves into his. My fingers grip his hair, pulling him closer. My veins throb and my heart explodes. I have never wanted anyone like this before. Ever.

He pushes me back onto the couch slightly as I fight the moan that climbs up my throat and threatens to escape my mouth. But I can't help it has his hands grip my waist and tug on my hair, it sets its self free and slips past my lips. He growls hungrily in response and suddenly it feels as if it's a thousand degrees in here. The urge to rip my clothes off along with his was growing by the second.

He lets out a groan before he kisses me even harder and for a second his lips disconnect from mine and remain centimeters away. I catch my breath, my hands tangled in his dark and now messy hair. He leans in again and this time he pecks my lips softly.

"I had to stop or I would've..." He doesn't finish his sentence but I understand completely. I nod my head as he helps me sit up once more. His now almost completely dark eyes meet mine and I could feel my cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

I can't believe we just did that...

He kisses my lips again in the same soft manner before whispering an "I'll see you later ducky." He stands and walks over to the door but not before looking back at me. I give him a small, but reassuring smile to which he returns and before I could blink again he was gone.

Ajax:

November fifteenth.

"Son, don't do this. You'll regret this when you're older." He cowered in the corner in fear but I felt nothing. Absolutely nothing at all. No fear. No pain. No regret. Nothing.

"I'm not your son. You've never treated me like your child and I won't treat you like my father. You're a piece of shit and you deserve to die." I grip the large kitchen knife in my hand tightly.

"You're a fool boy. Only a silver knife can kill a wolf, you and I both know that." Andre attempts to lift himself up from the floor but fails due to the injury on his leg.

I roll my eyes at him. "Of course it won't kill you. It'll just hurt like a bitch and keep you pinned until I finish ripping your throat out." And with that last word I strike and stab my so called father in the leg. It slices all the way through and even punctures the hardwood floor beneath him. He screams out in agony while clenching his fist and punching the floor in anger.

All I could do was breathe a sigh of relief. It'll finally be over. No more abuse. No more pain. I could feel my body shake and tremble as my bones begin to crack and morph into my pitch black wolf. I shake out my fur and watch as Andre's eyes widen in fear.