Filed to story: Sheila Callaso and Alpha Killian Reid Book
Sheila’s point of view
I was alone in my room, fixated on the edge of the bed. I still haven’t recovered from the shock that Morgan was Killian’s brother.
I knew it was only a matter of time before Killian came charging through the door. Oh my God! He will never forgive me for trying to escape. I felt my pulse plummeting, my heart striking so fast that it caused me to breathe heavily.
I vibrated in fear at the rough manner in which the door burst open. But I forced my body to stop trembling, my eyes slowly moving to Killian. I pressed my lips tightly together to stop the whimpers that wanted to be heard while under his dark, menacing glare.
Killian stalked towards me, each heavy step of his leaving a hard thud in my chest. I felt my headaches intensify. He was before me, glaring hard, his breathing labored. In a flash, he reached for me, pinning me in his arms, shooting cold glares at me.
“How dare you?” were his words. They held an unmistakable rage. His veins were out.
I couldn’t speak; I didn’t know exactly what to say. His grip on me tightened, and swiftly I felt my back against the cold, unfeeling wall, but Killian’s hold on me was anything but rough.
“Answer me, Sheila.” He growled, frustratingly, his eyes sinking into my soul. Aside from being angry, he was frustrated and in pain. But why?
Shouldn’t he be happy that I helped him get rid of me?
But I didn’t voice my sentiments.
I gasped. As his lips hovered on mine, I could feel his heated breath, his scent possessing me while his body pressed hard on mine. His eyes darkened with lust and need. I felt a similar emotion shoot through my blood. The air around us was charged with an unfamiliar electricity.
“How dare you try to escape from me!”
“Why do you care?” I managed to bite out, trying to hold on to my fading sanity. I didn’t want to give in; it always ended up with me being miserable and in tears. “I don’t belong to you, Killian. I curse the moon goddess for binding me to you.”
His eyes flashed red. Suddenly, he smirked. “You are wrong, mate.” He drew closer, his gorgeous smirk deepening, but I fought myself from giving in. “You do belong to me.” Killian’s finger trailed my round face. I snatched my face from his burning touch.
He forcefully grabbed my face, but his hold was light and somewhat gentle in contrast to his glares.
Killian leaned closer, and his lips brushed mine slowly. It caused a gasp to leave my lips. “Your soul and your body are all mine.”
His words sent anger into my bones. “Never,
Killian, as long as you have a lover, I’ll never be yours, and I won’t stop trying till I’m finally out of this hellhole you’ve trapped me in.”
The look in his eyes gave me great satisfaction. I saw a flicker of hurt. I tried sidestepping him, but he gripped me, pushing me onto the bed. He was on top of me.
Swiftly, Killian kissed me, possessively. His tongue was tasting my mouth and his lips were assaulting mine.
I was barely able to keep up with him. The feeling of pleasure exploded within me. I wanted to have my hands on his body, but my logical reasoning was kicking against it.
I forced myself out of this madness. I couldn’t just keep kissing him when he clearly didn’t want me. I wouldn’t stoop that low. I shouldn’t.
I placed a hand on his chest to try and push him away, but he only firmed his kisses. My body was becoming too hot, and it was getting difficult to breathe.
My stomach stirred with a fluttering feeling, and suddenly, somewhere between my legs demanded attention, Killian’s attention.
I tried to close my legs, but Killian noticed my action. He positioned his legs between mine, his lips never breaking from mine.
He began to move on me, sensually grinding his hips to mine, his hard member rubbing my clit.
Fuck, I lost it. I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips, and I found myself subconsciously responding to his stimulation, grinding my hips to his.
“Ah, Killian.” Another moan left my lips, and I gripped onto Killian’s shirt.
He finally released my lips but kept rubbing his hard member on my treasured place.
I hated the slow rhythm we were moving at. I wanted all of him inside me.
“Killian, please, don’t stop.” I clutched onto his neck like my life depended on it.
His lips feasted on my neck, then on my ears. “You belong to me, Sheila. I alone am capable of making you feel this way. Your moans and body belong to me.”
I nodded hastily.
His rhythm picked up at an insane speed that caused my legs to tremble, and the area between my legs turned moist.
“That’s right, baby. You’re all mine.” Killian was out of breath as well. He whispered in my ears, pleasing my body.
I felt my nails dive into his flesh as I felt myself explode.
I was breathing hard, my body in a frenzy, my legs shaking. I felt the wetness that flowed down my legs as his movement on me came to a halt. Killian was unmoving, still on me. He pulled his head to mine, allowing me to gaze into his eyes. They were beautiful, and they seemed to want me as much as I wanted him.
Immediately, his lips broke into a smirk, pecking my lips. His haughtiness reminded my soul of my rage.
“Get off of me.” My mind was clearer now. I mustered the courage and pushed the idiot off of me.
He pulled away. “Whatever you say, mate.” He was still smirking, infuriating me greatly. “And next time you get some crazy idea of escaping, think twice about it.”
He scanned my body once more, before he stormed out of my chamber. I sighed, falling onto the bed. I couldn’t believe what just happened between Killian and I. My body was still in a frenzy. I hated Killian the more for being able to make me feel this way.
“I hate you, Killian Reid,” I whispered to myself, deep down doubting my own words.
Sheila’s point of view
The next morning, I was already awake, and the feeling of Killian’s body still lingered on my skin. I still couldn’t move past that moment, I hated the inevitable truth that as much as I hated the insane fact that Killian affected me, shamelessly, I craved more of his touches.
I sighed, embarrassed by my thoughts.
I have been locked in my room since I was led back by that traitor known as Morgan. To be honest, this wasn’t what I expected to happen to me when I was caught; normally, it was considered a heinous crime for a Luna to flee, abandoning her pack and mate, but thankfully, I wasn’t even locked up in the dungeon or severely punished.
That’s a relief.
My door knob clicked open, causing me to jump up from bed at light speed. I watched the door open, leading me to Ria, my best friend.
“Sheila,” she said, with a streak of concern evident in her voice as her chocolate brown eyes shimmered.
“Ria,” I called after her, standing up as we met for a long hug.
“You gave me a huge scare when you went missing; I was afraid something bad happened to you,” she said as we sat on the edge of my bed.
“I know, I’m sorry,” I apologized to her with a smile.
