How to Handle Rejection - Maybe

Chapter 13

--------Dis Chapter be Rated R

Crone stomped into his living room and slammed the door shut with a kick. I shuddered when the whole house did the same. Crone paced over to his couch and slipped me off of his shoulder. I stared up at him with a blank face. His eyes were a brown color from his black wolf mixing with the gold. His face was contorted with fury and lust.

Swiftly, he bent over me, his hands on either side of my legs, and glared into my own eyes. "Why were you talking to that male? He is a rouge." he snarled. I snapped out of my nuetral state and glared back at him. "Last time I checked, I was a rouge." I snapped back. Crone's lips drew back from his stark white teeth. His nostrils twitched, and his pupils widened.

"You're still in heat, and my mate. I may not want you emotionally, but I need you physically." he growled under his breath. My eyes widened. "Leave me alone, Crone. You rejected me, and that's your own fault. Maybe if I were to reject you, you'd take a hint." My voice was strong and unwavering. For once, I felt like an alpha.

But that fealing snapped like my neck almost had when Crone took it in his hands. I choked as I tried to take in a gasp. Slowly, he lifted me from the couch. "What did you say, Omega?" By the time he had finished his sentence, I was off the floor by two inches or so. I held his wrist in my own iron grip, trying to relieve some of the pressure.

"You're body is calling for mine. As your mate, I will answer it. But not as your lover." he whispered huskily. He turned, threw me back onto his shoulder, and stalked to the stairs. "Crone, no! I don't want you to! Stop!" My pleads went unheard in Crone's ears, and my kicks were feeble. I felt his growls of anxiousness as we got closer to his bedroom.

I tried slamming my fists onto his back but we had already reached the foot of his bed. He grabbed my waist again and placed me on the foot of his bed. While one hand had a firm hold on me, the other began to rip my clothes away. I brought my arms up to cover my chest and push him away. It was no use. He had been trained as an alpha, and was automatically stronger than I was. 

"You're mine." his voice rumbled in my ear. He pushed my back against the bed and started to work on my pants, since he'd gotten all the fabric off my top half. I kicked at him, but he caught and held my leg. Pulling it back, I kicked at him with my other leg. He caught and held that one, too. He switched it to his other hand, so he had both my ankles in one hand. 

"That made things a lot easier." he murmured darkly, finally able to pull my jeans and underwear down. He wrapped an arm around my bare knees and pulled the pants off all the way. I was completely exposed and exploitable. With one hand, he pushed his own pants and underwear down to his feet and stepped out of them.

He put one of my legs on either side of him and bent over me. "That rouge won't dare mess with you now." he snarled in triumph. I closed my eyes and sobbed soundlessly. The tips of his fingers lightly brushed over my stomach and down the outsides of my legs. "Move your arms." he ordered. I shook my head, keeping my eyes tight shut. 

His fingers gripped my chin. "I said move them." I felt his member at attention between my upper thighs. There wasn't anything I could do now. Shakily, I took in a breath and let my arms go limp. Immediately, he ripped my arms to the side. I heard him take a breath through his nose and a seductive growl escape his lips. 

He bent over and placed his nose over the center of my collarbone to where it lightly grazed my skin. His breath was warm and made my hair stand on end. He breathed me in for a few seconds, then moved his hips. It felt odd having something placed inside me. He stopped when he reached my hymen.

"You're a virgin?" he asked. He actually sounded confused, which made me angry all over again. "Of course I am!" My eyes snapped open and I tried to pull myself back. He snarled at me and kept me in place. The feeling of him inside made me extatic and furious. When I moved, it made me lightheaded. 

After a few more feeble attempts of escaping, I flopped my head back down. I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing that this was going to hurt. "Are you finished? Do you want to try that again?" Crone snapped impatiently. "Being inside you is really driving me nuts, and you moving around won't help you." When I didn't answer, he grunted. 

He pulled back and slammed forward quickly. He broke the skin with a groan, and I screamed in pain. Crone growled in answer, and hurriedly continued to penatrate me. Because of his pace, he placed his hands on the bed on either side of me. Unconciously, I wrapped my hands around them and dug my nails in from the pain. 

Everytime he crashed into me, pain and lust shot through my nerves. As my nails dug in, I felt hot liquid run down my fingers. He was bleeding. At least there was one thing I was successful in doing. I tried to focus my thoughts on how I hurt him back, but they scrambled everytime Crone rushed forwards. 

Slowly, the pain subsided, and so did Crone's energy. With one last heave, I felt warm liquid collect inside. I furrowed my eyebrows in disgust and unhooked my fingers from his wrists. He stayed in place, panting. I used my arms to cover my top half. I forced my eyes open a little and saw Crone was half asleep like I was.

At my movements, he pulled out and flopped on the bed next to me. He pulled himself up the rest of the way and slid under the covers. He was snoring within seconds. I laid there for several minutes. Every inch of me was exhausted and sore. 

Once I gathered enough energy to move, I sat up. I slowly put my shirt back on and slid off the bed. After I put my underwear back on, I curled up on the bed again. Having thoughts of satisfaction and revulsion made it hard to fall asleep. But, as usual, I eventually did.