Chapter 4 Play Thing

"You are Mine! And Mine alone!", I stare up at him, holding my breath as he shouts. Fresh tears prick in my eyes as I hear him claim me as his. Instantly leaning in, I cover the last of the distance between us, letting our lips meet. He tenses before his hands move to my back and flush me against his chest instead, kissing me back. His tongue slides against my lips and I willingly give him access. He pulls my tongue into a dominating dance with his own and I couldn't help but just moan with my hands on his chest.

The sparks burst in my mouth and I tug onto his brown locks, losing myself in the bliss. Our lips barely separate for us to suck in quick breaths before latching together again. The heated kiss led to full lengthy heated make out session. His hands were desperately pulling me close as if wanting our bodies to merge together into one. After what felt like an hour, he pulls his face back, still holding me against his heaving chest. My eyes slowly open and I look into his own leaden ones. They had golden rings around them still and stared at me with such intensity and hunger as if he wants to devour me whole. I shudder at the thought, wanting it as well.

Suddenly a wave washes over his face and his expressions completely change. My heart starts to sink into my stomach as the rings around his orbs disappear and so does his desire to have me. He had taken control back from his wolf. Wolves are primal beasts who have primary instincts of surviving, feeding and breeding. When two werewolves realize they are mates, their wolf sides are the first ones to accept the bond. It's always the human sides who start thinking, evaluating and rationalizing it. It's always the human sides who want rejection if the results of the calculations are not in their favor.

By the intensity of our make out session, I could tell his wolf wanted me just as badly as I wanted him but it was this human side that was refusing me. It's ironical for Rogues are known to be detached from their human side. His hands hold my arms instead and push me away as the male lets out a deep low growl. "So you Are really desperate..", he mumbles, crushing my heart. I avert my face, holding onto my shirt. He huffs before pinching the bridge of his nose and sucking in a deep breath. I quietly glance at him as he keeps his head tilted up, pinching the bridge. He looked annoyed, irritated and I was starting to get a hint of why. His actions spoke louder than his words. The bond was rubbing all over him and he was irritated how he was failing to resist it.

As if reading my thoughts, he speaks up, "Don't get any ideas. You mean nothing to me!"

"But...", I dare speak up, "..you..You said that I'm yours...and yours alone." I remind him and he lets out an involuntary groan, revealing that it was a slip up. It gives me hope, hope that I can change his mind about me. Hope that I can make him stay.

He glances at me and must have seen the hope shining in my eyes for he scrunches up his nose before huffing. He then crosses his arm, "Just tell me where the bathroom is."

I blink for a moment, not prepared for that question but I point up, "It's upstairs...joined to the bedroom." He visibly winces as he tilts his head up.

"Fine. Show me the way", he grumbles and I start leading him to the stairs. He doesn't hold me as we walk and that gives me the chance to glance back at him as we make our way up the stairs. He was limping and with the stairs, it was even harder but he refused to show it on his hardened face. I quietly take him to the bedroom where I used to sleep with Harry. The door on the other wall leads to the decent sized bathroom. I watch him as he enters and stands under the shower and turns it on without removing his pants. The cold water starts removing the dirt and mud off his body and I look at the drain as the brownish red water runs towards it.

I frown at the addition of red color to the fluid. He slowly leans against the wall, sighing before starting to take off his pants. My eyes widen at the realization and I quickly turn around, still standing by the doorway. I hear him lightly grunt and hiss in pain and I clutch onto my shirt again. When he lets out a louder hiss, I couldn't help but turn around again. In the showers now stood a very naked 6'2 male, scrubbing his hair and washing it. My eyes immediately go down to his leg, avoiding other parts of his body that were revealed to me.

I couldn't help but flinch at the sight. It was a big bite mark and it was bleeding profusely as if opened up again when he removed the fabric that must have been helping stop the bleeding to some extent. The water was now completely red and I look up to his blank face that masked the pain he probably felt. "It's bad...", I speak up and he lightly turns his head to me.

"Not as bad as the smell of you and your boyfriend's arousal on that bed outside", he spat, surprising me with his bitter tone as if it bothered him more than his own wound. "Stop standing and ogling at my body. Go out and clean that room. I would be sleeping there.", he commands and he didn't have to repeat twice. I instantly rushed and looked at the messy bed. Yes, me and Harry had our session on the bed the night before but I couldn't smell anything different. Probably because my wolf was weaker than others.

I quickly remove the bed-sheet, rolling it up into a ball before discarding it into the laundry basket. I change the pillowcases as well. I even wipe the headboard with a wet cloth. When I was done, I glance at the laundry basket and the session with Harry comes back in my mind. A small frown spreads on my lips. It had become more like a weekly chore and meant nothing more. It had lost its charm years ago. "Better", his voice brings me out of my thoughts and I turn my head to find him standing at the doorway with my towel wrapped around his lower half. His wet locks were sticking to his fair-toned forehead. The tiny water droplets running down his muscles made my throat dry. He slowly walks over, lightly limping still before cupping my face. I instantly shudder at the sparks before leaning into touch. I notice as a small smirk tugs on his lips, "Stop trying to devour me with your eyes."

I instantly blush and avert my gaze. He lets go off my face before making his way to the bed. "Get rid of those", his harsh tone was back as he gestures to the laundry basket. I quickly nod before carrying it out. In all honesty, I too wanted to remove all the signs of Harry's existence from my life as well. It had become a bad phase in my life where I served that pack warrior like a slave. I soon return to the room only to find the male sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard and the towel covering his waist down till his thighs. He was inspecting the wound with a pained expression but as soon as he notices me, he masks it with unfazed look again.

Not caring about him wanting to look strong, I walk over with a pair of fresh clothes in my hands, "These...I bought these recently and were not used... If you want..." I then glance at his leg with deep big puncture wounds and ripped off flesh, "I...I'll get the help kit!"

I turn to run but he grabs my arm, stopping me, "No need" He pulls me back and I end up sitting on the bed beside his leg. He takes the shirt from my hand and pulls it over his head, wearing it before revealing a leaf folded into a tiny pouch by his side. I watch him attentively as he unfolds it to reveal a bluish purple cream. He scoops some on his index finger before reaching over his leg. I flinch before he even touches his wound with the ointment. He notices before huffing, "Come here" I look up at him and he pats the space next to him. Without thinking twice, I move over and sit beside him, holding onto his arm. He glances at me before lightly narrowing his eyes, "Control yourself" He murmurs but I couldn't tell if he said it to me or...

Before I could understand, he starts applying the cream and I sense his body tense. I didn't like watching him in pain but there was nothing I could do other than touching him. I glance at his face and notice his jaws clenched although he tries to keep a straight face. I slowly lean in, making him stop as I wrap my arms around his chest and rest my head on his shoulder. Sparks flow through us and he lets out a deep breath he had been holding onto. I don't speak anything, knowing that he would only push me away if I do. Mate bond is really powerful and our touch effects each other. It not only makes our heart flutter but also helps ease the pain, heal and make a wolf stronger.

I notice how his body lightly relaxes under my touch and he continues applying the cream. Once done, he folds the leaf back and puts it on the side table. "This will fix it", he says before looking down at me where I had my head on his chest, hugging him. He huffs, "Now your excuse to hug me has expired. Get off"

I bite my lip, not liking how he pretends to not want me. I don't know where I get the courage from, probably from the same place where I found it to tell Harry off, but I huff back and sit up straight, "Fine. Not like I need to hug you. I can go to Harry instead" It was not like me at all and my own eyes widen in shock.

Before I could process what I had said, the male's arms wrap around my tiny body, pulling be back against him and his hand held my throat. I freeze as I feel his breath on the back of my neck and hear him growl. His hold wasn't choking me but showed who was in control in the house. I feel his canines against my ear as he growls louder, "You dare talk about going to that male?!" I shudder at the double voices again. "Get this in your head! You are Mine!", he almost snarl and I feel the butterflies come back.

My lips open and I speak up again, surprising my own self, "But you said I mean nothing to you."

He growls louder, "You are Still MINE!" He lets go off my throat to delicately hold my chin. His soft touch contrasted his angry tone and I found myself craving him more. He carefully turns my head to the side as if to not hurt me in the process as he makes me face him. "Listen to me, You are mine.", his eyes change back to normal and a smirk tugs on his lips as he sees the pure desire and lust in my eyes, "My little play thing."