Feral Hearts

Hayley Divine NewAdult

Girl Power-Chasing Her Apollo Writing Contest

An entry for "Stary Writing Academy III"


‘Mate her!’

Lukas’s beast roared from within. The outburst surprised him. Unlike some situation where his wolf wanted blood from his women now, it’s a bit different. He wanted to mate not only to have s*x but to own the witch for good, marking her with his scent.

“I despise you!” she lowered her voice and inched away from him

“You’re crazy! But King or not! You don’t have the right to kiss me!”

“No,” he growled, letting his beast flare in his eyes for a second. “But I might consider taming your smart mouth Victoria.” She licked her lips and grinned but damn her lips for tasting divine.

“Maybe I’ll like to see you’re cold and lifeless body below me right now King!” she said with a hissed, her perfectly arched brows slowly lifted. “But death is too good for you.” That did it. A warning growl rumbled from the back of his throat s**t, he was losing his grip here and fast.

“I don’t think you get it Victoria. This isn’t the sort of danger you play with, then walk away thinking you’ll be safe.” With his speed he was able to yank her back to him, rolling his hips to make his point. His leathers weren’t that fitted, but more than tight enough for her to feel the hard bar of his c**k pressed up close and personal.

“This is the sort of danger that see’s you flat on your back, writhing and moaning while a c*ck impaled so deep inside you, stretching your walls then it’ll clenched and c*m for me. And you know what’s more dangerous? It’s my mark Victoria…a mark that should be on your delectable neck.” He was deliberately crude, hoping to scare her off. He prayed he did because she had to walk out of here before his wolf could cause a f*****g riot.

Her lips formed a perfect O and her eyes widened. A breath later, she inhaled and uttered the words that made my wolf howl in determination. “I’ll rather sign up with death than make you mark me.”

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