Bad Wolves Book Two - Byron

Byron's POV

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Brandi screamed as my teeth embedded in her skin, her fingernails digging deeper into the flesh of my shoulders.

I pushed my hips up, thrusting in and out of her a few more times till I was sure I filled her fully with my cum. I pulled her close to me, pressing her against me hard as I licked over my bite mark to ensure it healed. Within seconds, the blood was gone and the skin, once open and fresh, now knitted over looking like a freshly healed scar. I wound my fingers through her hair and pulled slightly so her eyes were now looking at mine.

"Kitten?" I whispered as I noticed her eyes were clouding over.

She was silent as she looked at me. Her eyes filling up with tears, making my heart break as one escaped to streak down her cheek. I wiped it away with my thumb as I cupped her cheek.

"Brandi, baby. Please talk to me kitten?" I pleaded.

Her lips curled up into a gorgeous smile that made my heart do a flip as she looked at me, her breath coming out in short soft pants.

"That was---" she started.

"Amazing?" I asked, hoping she was happy.

She shook her head, disappointment running through my veins. Had it been too much I wondered. Was she going to hate me now, leave me?

"No. More than that Byron. I feel so, uhh, so--so--so ahh! I can't think of a word Byron! I just can't!" Se cried as more tears fell from her eyes.

"So, these are happy tears kitten?" I whispered.

"Yes baby, yes! I'm so happy!" She cried, wrapping her arms around me, squeezing me tight.

My heart swelled with love as I peppered a million kisses all over her cheeks, tasting the saltiness of her tears as I did so before finally resting my forehead against hers, my fingers curling through her hair as I held her there.

"I'm so glad kitten. You have no idea how happy you've made me. And now, you are well and truly mine. All mine. Forever!" I whispered before my lips took hers on a slow passionate kiss.

*****

It was now a few hours later, we had showered, and now we were sitting on the floor of my apartment eating the pizza I'd ordered while she had dressed in a pair of my boxer briefs and one of my shirts.

"As much as you look good in my clothes, we really need to get some of your own. I can pay for them, seeing as I ripped your thong and shorts." I said, chuckling slightly.

Brandi giggled and flushed with embarrassment.

"I have clothes at home, well, not my home anymore I guess. I know my father's schedule, so I know when he'll be there and when he won't." She said softly.

Noticing her mood shift, I moved the pizza box aside and pulled her onto my lap.

"Are you sure kitten? I can just buy you new stuff, I don't mind." I said, pulling her body close to mine.

"I'm sure Byron. He won't be there for a couple of hours tomorrow morning, I'll go then and get my things." She said softly, snuggling in close.

"We'll go kitten. We'll go." I whispered into her hair before placing a soft kiss on the top of her head.

She sighed and nuzzled into my shoulder, my hands running up and down her back as I silently prayed to the moon goddess that collecting her things would go as smoothly as she hoped.

Brandi's POV

I nervously lifted the welcome mat and pulled out the spare key before straightening it back up. I stood up, took a deep breath and opened the front door of my father's house. I walked inside, Byron holding my free hand tightly as he followed me in the door and down to my room. As soon as we entered, I pulled two large suitcases out from underneath my bed, placing them on top before turning to Byron.

"Can you get all the stuff on hangers while I do the drawers?" I asked him.

"Of course kitten." He said smiling at me.

I smiled back before heading to the drawers. One by one, I pulled them open, taking everything out and piling them into one of the open suitcases while Byron filled the other one with the clothes from my closet. I grabbed the photo frame from my bedside table, looking at it for a moment as tears threatened to fill my eyes. The picture was of me and my mother. I was only a baby then, and in the loving arms of my beautiful Mum. She died when I was 10 from breast cancer, leaving both myself and my father heartbroken. I felt two strong arms wrap around my body and pull me close as Byron rested his chin on the top of my head.

"It's ok kitten. You'll be ok. I promise." He whispered.

I smile at his words and placed the frame in the suitcase before turning to him, wrapping my arms around him and squeezing him tight.

"As long as I have you, I know I will." I said softly.

"And you have me kitten. Forever." He smiled.

"Ok. I just need to get my toiletries, then we can go baby!" I exclaimed.

"Perfect." Byron said.

I let him go and walked to my bathroom, closing the door behind me as I needed to pee. After I had done that and washed my hands, I gathered up all my things, shampoo, body wash, deodorant, perfumes and make up, putting it all in a small bag I used for them and headed back out the door. Byron was no longer standing in my room when I entered. I sat the bag on my bed and headed down the hallway.

"Byron!" I called out, wondering where he went.

"He's not here anymore Brandi. He won't be back either."

I gasped at the voice, turning around to see my father standing in the doorway that lead to the kitchen.