When fate intervene again [CW]

She was so engrossed with her cleaning duty that she hadn’t even noticed that he had gotten up from the bar and followed her over to sink. It was first when his dark hands placed themselves on each side of her body holding on to the sink, that she realized just how close he had gotten without her even noticing. She made a small jump as she felt his breath right next to her. If it was possible her heart started to pound even faster, and she had trouble even breathing at this point. All her senses were on high alert, even the small hairs on her body started raising over the close proximity they suddenly were standing to each other.

I think you are lying to me.

If how her body reacted to those words, the small movements she made to try not to touch him. Afraid of what would happen if she did so again, when their fingertips had touched it had been electrifying. This was, without comparison, and for a short moment she thought about how it would feel like to kiss him.
“I’m” she finally got out with a quacking voice, clearly not knowing what she should say or do. Keep lying? He clearly did not appreciate when someone did that. Her eyes glided up to look at him in the mirror, her very light brown finding his dark chocolate that almost swallowed her whole. “Why would I be lying?” she asked licking her lips holding her breath. Worst case, she would be dead in a couple of weeks.

She kept her gaze lock at his even as everything about it was hard, she could feel the shivers glide through her body like pulsations. All she wanted was just to touch him, and all he did was teasing her making her aware just how much power he had over her. Why was this so cruel? Why were witches cursed like this? If it had only been other witches, they could be linked to the problem would never occur. But putting her together with a man that not only hated witches, but also clearly was prone to kill people without second thought?

A small gasp left her lips as he whispered into her ear, and she had to close her eyes. Every muscle in her body was tense as she grabbed around the sink and pressed so hard that her knuckles started to turn white. Then she turned around making them stand close face to face; “And what, you do that, just out of spite?” she whispered, searching his face, maybe he would. “It’s not like I want to force this on anyone” she then slowly said, she had been lucky and never had a mage change. Since she had been fourteen years old the name Diego had been on her collarbone. “So, what are you going to do Diego?” she then asked with a low voice, almost as she was afraid just to ask him that.

It was clear that his first thing he said took her by surprise, a thrill danced down her spine and she could feel heat flow through her body as his hands grabbed onto her hips and hold her tight. A small gasp left her lips, she had always fallen for the male that took charge. And it was clear that Diego had it in spades, how he had just charged the guy and snapped his neck after he had been shot. How he had not even been sorry about how he had acted around her, and now how it was so obvious that he enjoyed every moment of her submissiveness.
Her breath got caught as he lifted her, so she sat on the sink, what was happening? And then I could leave you, her eyes widened unable to ever be intimate with anyone. What was he about to rape her!? A flair of rage surged through her body burning away the feeling of cold water splashed in her face after what he had said to her. That would be even more cruel than just reject her and leave her to die! What the hell was wrong with him!

Even though she was still turned on by the thought, that was not the issue here!

She retracted her leg and then using all her force to kick his shin hopefully getting him to trip of fall down. Luckily her adoptive father had insisted after she had killed that man, that she took self-defense courses. Of course, she had ended up being kick of the team because she had hit a girl a little too many times after her giving her snide remarks. Hopefully she had taken him with surprise enough so, that she could end up getting a little distance from him. "Really!? Your answer is just to rape me!?" she hissed and felt how her eyes was flaring her hot orange color. She could easily have used her magic powers inflicted pain on him and making him crumble on the floor in front of her. But she hadn't she had just used her raw power she had from her werewolf side.

She stared at him, was he serious? As he started walking towards her as she tried to back away, almost making her fall over her own two feet. What the hell, he was serious.
We both know, that you’d want it her tongue licked over her lips as he said those words, only to follow his hands as he ripped open the shirt. He was serious, oh dear lord. She tried to evert his eyes from his chiseled chest, her puls quickened and nothing was really stopping her from just jumping his fucking bones. But somehow, she still managed to back away until he had her in a corner. “It’s going to affect you too” she got out, as she pressed her body towards the corner of the bar and the wall where a lot of the alcohol was.
“If we seal the bond, my name will be on your collar bone too, you will know where I am at all times, so yes you could take me right here right now, but you would never get rid of me” she would make sure of that, and she would track him down every time, if he wanted it or not. This was not how she had envisioned how a mate meeting should go down. But the passion burning in her eyes as she looked down his body, how her heart pumped in her chest would be more than enough to tell him just how much she wanted him. Hell, he would even be able to smell it at this point.

It didn’t do anything! She wasn’t even sure if her name would even be on his collarbone after the mating. Only that they would both be able to know each other’s whereabouts and she would die when he died. But then again, he was cursed to live forever, so he couldn’t die.
She could lie. Tell him everything she wanted, she was a hybrid after all, so it wasn’t that abnormal that there were deviations in how they were coded. To be honest she didn’t even know half of it, only that she knew that he was her mate, and there was a very big possibility that she would be facing death after this night was over.

She tried to push his hand away, but he caught her chin and forced her to look at him, his hot breath on her face was enough that her hair rose on her arms again. She could feel small pulsating sensations go through her body over his touch. A small moan left her lips as her as his thumb glided over her bottom lip. Why was he like this? Was he feeling the affect to by touching her, or did he just enjoy seeing her wither in his presents?
She looked into his eyes even as she didn’t feel like it, she wanted to run out before he could reject her. But she stayed strong and squared her jaw as he started negging her. “Fuck you” she said and ripped her face out of his hands, her hand found around his neck and in a swift movement she pressed her lips towards his. He wanted to do this to her? Luckily she was a sucker for bringing herself into the deep end.

Of all the scenarios that had going through her head, him actually kissing her back with such a passion, had not been one of them. How he grabbed her hip and leaned in closer. A satisfied moan escaped her mouth over how possisve he suddenly was in every way he handled her. Might not be any affection over it, but right now she didn’t mind any of it. He could leave her afterwards, she just needed this. Now.

As his hand grabbed around her upper arm, she could feel how the pain pulled around his fingers that was lock around her narrow arms. She even felt the snap of bones as he squeezed her harder, but she didn’t care as her nails dragged down from his neck until they hooked themselves in his shoulder. Even as her arm was hurting it didn’t stop her from getting out of his grip to push him away. Only if it was a few steps, it was enough for her to pull of her own top, then she went back towards him her hand on his neck as the hurting arm started working on his pants, a little clumsily. But damn it, it wasn’t about to walk out of that door now.

A sane person might stop up, wondering how the hell they had ended here. Maybe even taken a deep breath and asked Diego why he was doing this, why he felt the need to do this, what had happened from when he had stepped in till, he had figured out that he was her mate. Why had he chosen this course of action, instead of just walking out?
There could have been a lot of good questions, but Danica didn’t ask one of them not even in her mind. She was driven by pure animalistic instinct, being both a werewolf and a witch standing in front of her mate really did a number on her.
She finally got his pants open, just to feel how his hands glided down in hers and grabbed her soft skin. A loud moan left her lips, how could she ever had thought that the man she had been about to marry had been her mate. This felt nothing as any man had ever done to her. He was like pure extasy. She would know, as she had been on everything making her problems go away only for a little while.

Her hands found her way down his pants and claps around his member, there was nothing sweet or romantic about either of their movements. “doesn’t seem like I’m the only one getting excited” she breathed against his lips before she pressed her lips greedily towards his. Oh she was going to make him hers, and it would be so good that he was never going to be able to not compare her with the next girl he brought in his bed.

A growl of pure pleasure formed in her throat as she felt how his fingers teased her entrance only to find out that she was ready for him, just as he was for her.
“You - did” she breathed but didn’t really get to say much else before their lips came crashing together again. She needed this, so much that her whole body was burning at this point. Her pants at this point had moved down to her ankles, luckily it wasn’t the slim fitting type, and as he backed her towards the wall, she got them kicked off. It didn’t take long for her back to hit the hard surface and heard the dangerous sound of flask hitting each other. But she didn’t care, not when he finally slid into her, after she had placed both of her legs after hoisting her up using her arms that had a firm hold on his neck. A scream left her lips as she buckled her hips towards him. It was like the last missing puzzle piece finally found its place. The pure pleasure was so much, that she couldn’t keep quiet as they started moving together, her nails dug into his skin, and she moved her lips from his only to bite down on his shoulder trying to keep herself quiet.

Every thrust, every move, every time they connected there was something that started to change in her. She could feel it, and every time she felt him a little closer, she was intoxicated by it. She also knew he had been right. She could never be with anybody else; she would be his until the day that she would die. Tears started gliding down her cheek, if it was from the pain, the realization that he might leave after the act was done, or that she had finally found the missing piece of her that she had once thought she had found.
Words like yes, just like that was growled in his ears as he took it up a nudge. With her being so fragile as she was, it wasn’t really a good idea. But she didn’t mind it, no in fact she was loving every moment of him not trying to make sure she was okay or asking if anything hurt. He just took, not caring if it was to much.
In the end even as she wanted to do much more to him, she was pinned under his strong arms completely at his mercy.

She leaned into the touch as he pressed her back with a hand around her neck. A smirk danced over her lips as her still golden wolf eyes danced over his naked torso. Everything about him turned her on, it wasn’t only his body, his gorgeous dark eyes and lips. It was his whole demeanor, it was frighting and scary, but it didn’t even put her off. She liked being with him, even when he was like that.

As his grip tighten around her throat, she made another moan and her eyes almost rolled back of pleasure. How the hell did he keep on doing that to her, it was like everything he did, just made it better, more enjoyable.
His fingers on her breast as he got them out of the bra, made her bite her lip hard. “Yes” she gasped, as the word hit her. She was his now and could never be anyone else’s. “Yours, always” was the last thing she breathed before their lips crashed together again. Her fingers holding on to both his shoulders now, she pushed him away a little and moved her mouth to his ear and hook her teeth into the earlobe.

There was a daring smirk on her lips as he pulled her away again. As he pulled himself out, an almost whimpering sound left her lips because of the closeness that was suddenly gone. Not that it was gone for long as he turned her around forcing her over the counter and then entering her again. A growl of pleasure left her lips, her back arched to let him enter her more easily. She didn’t even care how it made her look, what he might thought of her for reacting the way that she did. In her mind he must like it just as much as she did, then he wouldn’t keep going now, would he?

She could feel the pain seeping through her bones from the very bruised arm that he had snapped in two, even though it didn’t seem like it was broken she knew it was. Not that she cared, not now, not when she could feel how she was about to enter the peak of her pleasure with him taken her like that. “Don’t, don’t stop” she breathed out in a raspy almost incoherent “Shit, Diego! Please!” she closed her eyes, she was so close.

She sank onto the floor panting. She had never felt this good and horrible at the same time before, her whole body was aching, there was bruises all over her body, her arm was broken, and she was even sure that she had sprained her ankle as well. She was sticky, sweaty and she felt like she was about to fell right asleep, which was the best feeling she had had in such a long time, the feeling of actually wanting to sleep. She closed her eyes as he complimented her for her stamina “mmh, thanks” she mumbled, not really feeling any energy to give a real respond.
After a short while when she heard him take his clothing on, she finally got up on very shaky legs, she looked down at her naked arms covered in dark purple bruises all over, especially the right arm that he had broken right by middle of the upper arm bone. It hanged loose and limp down her side as she made a complaining noise looking at the mess they had made, she needed to fix it before she could leave, and she still had three bodies in the fucking trunk she needed to disperse off. Worst part? Now he was going to leave, and the pain already started to take place in her heart, I could also take you right here, and then leave you, unable to ever be intimate with anyone. He had already told her, her plan and she had still gone along with it, feeling so overwhelmed by the bond and with her wolf crying out after his. Maybe it was the old saying of wolfs only mated once, and then it was for life.

She got a towel and dried herself of as good as she could, before finding her panties that had gotten off at some point, that was ruined bloody marvelous. She threw them in the trash that she needed to take out anyway. Then she tried to put on her pants, which was hard when you could only use on hand. “Oh for fuck shake” she exclaimed as she tried to pull the sipper and button the pants.