Damn, You’re Perfect
Raven
I’m slowly awakening, my eyes fluttering as I try to figure out how I am still alive after the brutal dicking my mate gave me.
My mate.
I have never blacked out from an orgasm in my life, but after Cyrus sank his fangs in me, I was done. I barely remember anything, but intense pleasure then felt never–ending. My pussy quivers just thinking about it although, I’m not sure whether it is out of pleasure or fear. I start to open my right leg when I feel how deliciously sore, I am, which means, I haven’t blacked out long.
I feel contentment thrumming through the bond. So much peace, I can’t put it into words. These are feelings I have never experienced before, or at least not in several years.
I think I love him.
I roll over and feel cold against my cheek. Opening my eyes, I see a large metal cuff around my wrist, connected to an iron chain shackled to the bed and a sleeping Cyrus sprawled out like a damn starfish.
I’m going to kill him.
“You motherfu…”
“Now, now Fireball, name calling only hurts if the insult isn’t true.” Cyrus grumbles awake, lifting his arm off his forehead and stretching before turning to face me.
“Why am I cuffed to the damn bed?”
“You are not cuffed, you’re shackled. I had to sneak those out of the armory down my pants Fireball. I’m not allowed to borrow them anymore since the last shackles I returned had some…..questionable things found on them.”
“Why am I SHACKLED CYRUS?” I’m not sure if I am yelling because I am shackled or if I am now yelling because I was reminded of his past slutness.
Note to self:
Kil! Mandy
Kill Candy Or Maybe it is Mindy and Bambi?
“Why did you change your mind about bonding Raven?” Cyrus interrupts me from my plotting. His black curls are tousled, and his blue eyes appear deeper in the light of the lamp. He looks like sex on a stick served up just for me and still fully naked.
I want to gnaw on those V lines that trail down to his yummy goodness. Why did I torture myself for so long.
“My eyes are up here Raven.” I flick my eyes up to his and see his smug smile. He is tapping his chest, a reminder that he can feel all my lust through the bond.
“I asked you first.” I could answer him, I don’t intend on keeping secrets from him, I just don’t like talking about my feelings. I don’t like feeling period. Well, I didn’t like feelings, now it’s going to be different and hopefully not difficult to get used to.
“Fine, be stubborn. I’ll go first. You are shackled to the bed because I don’t want you to leave.”
“That’s it. You’re afraid I’m going to leave?”
“I don’t know why you changed your mind or if you’re going to change it again Raven.”
“You marked me. We are mated.” I remind him.
“I know, it was fucking amazing.” Cyrus smiles and starts making little patterns on my shackled arm with the tip of his finger.
“I couldn’t leave you if I wanted to. You would be able to find me with the bond.” He’s watching me but I’m paying attention to the movement of
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his finger.
“True but consider this an extra security measure.” He lifts his eyebrows up and down in a playful taunt.
“If you don’t stop waving your eyebrows at me, I am going to shave one off in your sleep.” I threaten as I have thought about it every time, he’s waggled those damn things at me since I have been in this pack.
“I’m shackling you every night until you tell me why you changed your mind.”
“That doesn’t make sense. I could leave you during the daytime if I wanted to,” I don’t understand his reasoning, but I do realize that he is spelling words out on my arm instead of making nonsensical patterns.
“We never abandon those we care about during the day. It’s always easier to leave under the false sense of security the cover of darkness provides.” Cyrus whispers as he watches his finger write “I love you” repeatedly on my arm.
I realize in this moment, Cyrus‘ abandonment issues are far worse than I realized, and I didn’t help running from him and the bond this entire time, I wonder how many days he spent agonizing over losing me. Agonizing over losing me before he had a taste of me. Now will he agonize about losing me while he has me?
We both have major issues to overcome. Right now, we are two unstable shifters bonded together.
Hopefully we don’t kill each other.
I have a feeling the love would be worth it.
Cyrus needs something from me that he has been giving my daily since I was rescued,
Reassurance.
I can do that. For my mate. The alpha that refused to abandon me when he caught my scent in the air. I shudder to think what I would have endured if not for him.
“I changed my mind because of Monica.” I can feel my chest constricting just thinking about revealing more of the emotions I am dealing with. Damn this is hard.
“Take a breath Fireball.” I inhaled deeply, not realizing I had stopped breathing.
“Monica’s parents gave me the book she was reading. I couldn’t believe they knew who I was. Someone cared about me enough to tell others about it, about me and I can’t explain it…..I just realized that I am worthy of love and losing Monica put time into perspective. How long should I run from my fears? I’m tired of running.”
Cyrus is watching me intensely but with a hint of vulnerability on his features. He stilled his finger on my forearm, waiting to hear more from
- me.
I feel like my throat is constricting, but I decide to continue. “At first, all I could think about was how bad I hurt from the rejection and how much I never wanted to be in that position again. Now, I’m terrified all the pain I carry will ruin the good the mating bond will bring.”
That’s what all of this comes down to. I’ve been running in fear instead of dealing with it. Dealing with the rejection, the betrayal, the lies and the pain. “I’ve been running away from the pain and if I continue to run, I will miss the good in front of me.” I whisper, clutching my chest, expecting pain reliving the moment Derek rejected me, but instead I feel overwhelming affection. I close my eyes and smile, reveling in it.
“I don’t want to run anymore Cyrus.”
“You can run, as long as it is to me and not away from me Fireball.”
“That’s a shame, I’ve had dreams running from you through the forest.” I smile, feeling the ache building between my legs.
“I’ll rut you into the damn ground, Fireball.” His voice is husky and low as he scoots closer to me, licking his lips, scenting me in the air.
“Remove this shackle so I can make sure your dick still works Cyrus.”
“Damn your perfect.” He smiles and then his lips are on mine.
