Meant (To Be Yours), Anaya Phoenix [i am malala young readers edition .txt] 📗

could he just leave?!!? Sure, she was emotional and bitchy and she’d given him more bruises than an apple that’s been bounced along the stairs of the Buckingham palace… but still!! She was still his mate, she was still his everything!! He couldn’t just fucking leave as if she was nothing but a gum wrapper on the floor!! She ripped her door open and stormed over to his room. She knocked all but once and the door was yanked open. His light was off and he leaned against the door pane as he looked down at her.
“Can I help you with something bunny?” He asked, his accent rolling off of her and settling on her clit making her body alight with passion.
“You can’t just leave. I can’t believe you would even think that you could just leave me. I’m your mate, you are supposed to love me and be here for me. Always. No matter how bitchy or evil or how hard I hit you. You’re supposed to stay!” She shrieked at him, not caring if she woke Luna.
“I have to leave. It’s for the good of the pack. I have some… friends that I think can help with this war. They might be of great assistance during this war. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to pack.” He said, stepping back and closing the door. She put her hand on the door stopping its ascent towards locking her out.
“I don’t care if you’re going to resurrect the freaking Dali Lama! You can’t just leave your own mate!” She yelled at him and he growled, he pushed her against the wall.
“A day ago you were willing to deny me. A day ago you just dropped any hope for being with me. A day ago you ripped what was left of my heart out and stomped on it. I don’t care what you think anymore! As far as I’m concerned you and I are done, you denied me my right and by doing that you have no further claim over me. So stop acting like the whole world revolves around you and get back to reality. There is a war coming, I cannot only focus on you. Maybe this little trip is to help me clear my mind, but I need it. I cannot think of anything else other than you. How you smell when you just wake up in the morning, how you talk when you’re excited about something, how you feel underneath me while I plunge repeatedly into you over and over… how you moan my name when you come all over me and into my mouth. But I cannot think things like this. So I’m doing us both a favor. I’m backing away from this, before either of us get hurt even more than we need to.” He said and backed off of her. He closed his eyes and widened the open door a little more.
“Sarah, I think it would be best if you left and retired off to bed. I hear the Alpha wants you to help train the pack a little.” It was true, Alpha Jeb had asked her to help train the other pack members, to which she grudgingly agreed to. But she wasn’t leaving, oh no, not after he said all those things that heated her body up. She wasn’t just going to leave. She took a step toward him and enjoyed as his eyes flashed silver.
“I’m not going to leave, I think you know that. I think you know what you were doing when you said those things. So I’m going to stay… just to watch you pack, just to watch you go insane as you realize that I’m there, my willing body mere inches away from yours but knowing that you don’t have the guts to touch me.” She said softly as she stepped forward, her breast almost touching his arm. He watched her every movement, his silver eyes trained on her amber ones. He closed the door, making it silently click closed.
“Fine.” He growled out and ripped himself away from her. She walked to his bed and sat on the white bedspread and crossed her legs. He stiffened at her movement ever so slightly and she smiled. He took the clothes from his drawer, folded them and placed them in a large black suitcase, if she had to guess she would say that Alpha Jeb gave it to him. she leaned back on her hands and admired his ass as he bent down. She bit her lip and examined her mate as if he was a chocolate turtle. His muscles in his shoulder rolled along his skin as he folded the clothes and put them away, his strong and able hands folding the gentle clothing easily. She sighed softly and laid back on the bed and brought her knees up. She noticed him still and she smiled internally. She hummed softly and ignored the sounds of his footsteps coming closer. He put his hands on her knees and she looked at him, his eyes burned silver as he gripped her knees and pried them apart slowly. She leaned up and braced her hands behind. She looked at him with an arched brow.
“Yes?” She lilted but was interrupted when he slammed his lips down onto hers. She moaned and ran her fingers through his curly silky mane. He pushed her back roughly, all the while keeping his lips on hers. She enjoyed the rough movement, it made her arch into him as she hit the bed. He moved in between her legs and she wrapped her legs around his denim clad waist. He ripped off her shirt and she moaned into his mouth, he grabbed her breast and rubbed her nipple making her panties grow moist. She trailed her hands down to his chest and ripped his shirt off, desperate to feel his skin against hers. His chest quivered as she trailed her hands along his muscles. He ripped off her sweat shorts, leaving her only in her panties. He grabbed her mound roughly and his skilled fingers rubbed her clit through the thin fabrics, making her knees quiver. He trailed kisses down her throat, making her breaths becoming shallow.
“I will not be gentle with you, that is not who I am. I will fuck you until you’re raw and you can no longer move. Do you understand?” He whispered in her ear and she nodded jerkily. He ripped of her underwear and pushed his fingers inside of her. She shivered at the rough feel of it and had to struggle to keep from keeping her orgasm at bay. He sucked, lick, and bit her nipple making it extremely difficult. She moaned his name an internally praised him as if he was god.
“Cum for me, bunny, cum over my fingers.” He whispered against he breast and she denied him nothing. As soon as he swiped his skillful tongue over her hardened peak her lust rushed out of her in a gush of liquid pleasure. She moaned loudly and arched into his still moving fingers. Her pussy quivered as he continued to torture her with his fingers.
“Please… I want you now… please.” She whimpered as her legs quivered. He stilled his fingers and took them out of her, making her cry out with the loss. He lengthened his nail and tore off his pants, leaving him as naked as the day he was born. He closed his fist around his cock and rubbed himself, making her wet. She moved up to lick the little drip of his seed, but he moved her back. He shook his head and braced himself above her. His eyes flashed black before going back to silver. he pushed himself into her with one quick thrust and her breath got caught in her throat. He slammed into her over and over, keeping his eyes on hers. Her body felt so hypersensitive. She felt his cool breath on her face as he breathed, she felt the threads of the sheet beneath her, she felt her hair tickle her arm as she moved her head back and forth in pleasure. His skin grew moist and she kissed his sweat soaked neck. He moaned and thrust harder making her wrap her legs around his waist. She felt her teeth lengthen and she knew she couldn’t deny her body, she couldn’t deny him his right.
“I love you.” She whispered before she sunk her teeth into his neck. He groaned as his seed emptied into her body sending her on a pleasure roller coaster.


She woke up with her stomach rolling in absolute pain. Clutching it she sped up and puffed her cheek. Something in this room smelled terrible. She covered her nose and scrunched her face up in disgust. The door opened and Drew furrowed his brow.
“You Ok? You look terrible.” He asked and she shook her head. She retched and felt like she was going to puke. She sat up from the bed and ran past him and into the bathroom in the hallway. He was right behind her, holding her hair when she emptied what she’d had for dinner into the toilet. She felt terrible. Her legs felt bruised, her back hurt and she had a headache.
“Are you Ok, Sarah?” Molly asked, standing in pajama shorts and a cream camisole. Her brown hair pulled up in a messy bun.
“I feel terrible.” She groaned and purged again. Molly’s nose flared and she sighed.
“God dammit, can this pack not get a small little rest?” Se groaned and closed her eyes.
“Shouldn’t you be leaving, Drew?” Molly asked as she walked closer to Sarah’s crumped form.
“If you think I’m leaving her while she’s puking half of her body mass you’re flipping mad.” He said while rubbing her back soothingly.
“You need to go, you know you do. Staying here with her is only delaying what needs to be done.” Molly said, her tone brokering no time for nonsense. He sighed and looked at his mate, her red hair was still frazzled with sleep and her body was hunched over, but she still looked beautiful. He kissed her forehead softly and closed his eyes.
“I’ll see you soon, love.” He said before leaving. Chapter 9

She woke up again with a killer migraine and her cheek stuck to someone’s bare leg. Her heart sunk when she realized it wasn’t his leg, so she sat up to see who had taken his place. Molly sat up right, her arms crossed and her head leaning on the sink. Sarah groaned and held her stomach. What had she eaten to make her puke like that. She’d never really thrown up in the past. Werewolves could normally digest anything except for silver and wolfsbane, and she knew she hadn’t eaten any of those.
“Morning pukey, had a good sleep?” Molly said without opening her eyes.
“Where’s Drew.” She didn’t want to play games, her stomach felt sore and her throat burned. Molly peeked one eye open and sighed.
“He left a few hours ago.” Sarah frowned and turned away so Molly couldn’t see the tears swimming in her eyes.
“Why’d he leave?” She whispered but she knew Molly could hear her, the whispering was more for her, she was afraid her body would