Fight for Me
You alright?

Shit! That was the one thing keeping her safe from them.

He runs deeper into the forest past several patrols seemingly fast asleep. He can only guess why.

He soon feels a link from Kyle being pushed through to him.

Which side did she go?

Nick grumbles under his breath as he continues to run through the dark.

Not sure.

Fuck. Fine. I’ll check near the mountains. You check near the river, since you're going that way.

Nick grumbles from yet another order thrown at him. He has only been tolerating them for one reason, or rather, for one person.

He continues sprinting, finally getting a glimpse of a dark figure in the distance. He feels the knot in his stomach tighten as relief rushes through him.

He knows she’s fast. But he’s faster.

He smirks as he shifts mid-air, tearing his clothes to pieces, rushing after her on all fours.

Peeking behind her, Layla knows she won’t outrun Nick’s black wolf. But she can at least try to slow him down.

She slips past a tree and sprints to her right, towards the swooshing sound of water.

Seeing the river she remembered seeing on the map, she runs through its coldness pushing up against her thighs. She struggles through the moving water but stumbles on a rock in the water, sending her face first in the freezing water.

She hears the pitter-patter of Nick’s wolf approaching the river and pushes herself up to her feet as she eagerly rushes out of the cold water.

Looking to the side she starts rushing off towards the rocky and mountainous terrain, hoping she can lose him there.

But a heavy, warm body suddenly tackles her to the ground, leaving her gasping and breathless on the ground. Nick stands in his tall human form over her and grips her painfully tight against him.

She tries pushing him away, but she's forcefully dragged around the rocky hills.

“Let go of me.” She finally speaks as she tries pulling at his hands on her wet clothes.

Her sight darkens even more and she realizes he’s dragging her into a dark cave. She suddenly swings his arm around and as he releases his hold on her she kicks him away from her.

Nick growls as he lunges at her, but she crouches and swings his heavy weight over hers and onto the hard floor, leaving him breathless and very annoyed. Still gasping for air, he sees Layla suddenly sitting on his naked torso, pulling another silver dagger out and pointing it at his neck. The tip stinging against his skin.

They both stare at each other in silence. And she pulls her mask off and the hoodie off her head, letting Nick look at her whole face. Water droplets dripping from her wet hair onto his face.

But sensing his hands gently drifting up her thighs, she suddenly becomes aware of his nakedness and their position.

“So are you here to catch me or to kill me?” She voices out, trying to remain focused and serious.

But Nick doesn’t answer as he gets a slight whiff of her sweet scent of roses and marshmallows. It was so slight that he thought he might have imagined it. He can't control the low and soft growl vibrating through his chest.

“You ruined my plan.” She shouts at his unmoving features. “I was this close, and you-“

“Just stop it!” He shouts back in his deep voice, it echoes back from the deep cave. The suddenness of his reaction shocked her, getting her heart racing. But not from fear, but surprisingly from excitement.

He takes a few more breaths to steady his agitated breathing. “Stop all of this.”

She looks at him confused, especially at his expression that undoubtedly seems concerned.

“You think it’s that easy? I didn’t ask for this life.”

“I can give you a better one.” His grip on her thighs tighten.

“What?” She whispers confused. Especially feeling something hard poking up her butt.

He sighs out. “Just stop this. I can’t keep protecting you if you keep doing this.”

“E-x-cuse me?” She says dumbfounded and sits up straight, not noticing the strained and dark look in his eyes. “You? Protect me?” Her voice starts raising as she digs the dagger harder against his skin, which has him hissing as it draws blood. “From what? You wolves? Or how about everyone else who seems to either want me dead or use me as their own little torture or pleasure toy? When have you ever done anything for m-“

She yelps as he suddenly swings her under him and covers her mouth with his large hand. She moans under his hand as she pulls the dagger to his face to remind him of her threat over him. But as he suddenly raises a finger to his lips, she hesitantly goes quiet.

The soft and sudden crunching noise of twigs and dead leaves has her know someone is nearby and outside the cave. She looks nervously back at Nick, wondering what he would do with her now.

But his eyes are glazed with its golden glow, and she knows he’s mind-linking someone. As the crunching noise grow softer till it’s no longer heard, Nick’s stern look finally grows calm.

Finally releasing his hold over her mouth, he realises how his whole body weight was resting on her and hears her rapidly beating heart.

Shit! I’m crushing her.

He quickly pushes up on an arm, but not giving her enough space to move out from under him. He enjoys her nearness. Not only is his wolf calm, but he missed having her around him. Something he still wishes he can confess to her one day. Though with his communication skills, he still needs to figure out how he will go about things like that. He doesn’t want to ruin it. Not again.

But to his surprise she roughly pushes him away and off of her.

“Why do you keep doing that?” She looks at him annoyed as she desperately tries to not focus on his rippling muscles and his very naked body being so close to hers. Especially at his firm manhood standing upright and facing her.

He’s still the only person that makes me feel this way. Like I want to feel naughty and dirty.

She rubs her thighs together and focuses back on his eyes. Those honey, hazel eyes.“Why do you keep helping me?” She questions again when he doesn’t answer.

He clenches his jaw as he looks at her like a lost puppy.

“You should know.”

“What do you mean I should know?”

He fists his palms next to his bended knees. “I never wanted you to leave.”

She looks at him confused and starts getting up, which he eagerly follows suit.

“You,” she digs her finger into his chest, “never came for me.” She quickly takes a step back and looks away. “Not that I was expecting you to.” She starts shivering, not sure if it’s from the wet clothes or her nerves. Or being away from him.

“I did come,” she swings her head back at him with a confused look. “But I was too late. Again.” He huffs out as he combs his fingers through his messy hair.

“No.” Nick looks up at her as she starts shaking her head and steps back from him. “No, no. You just want to use me.” She thinks back to Blake’s words, whenever he spoke to her about Nick, which was every time he visited her in her cell.

“No.” Nick seals the space between them with a huge step of his.

“Y-you rejected me,……” she looks everywhere but at him as she look for her words. “You only wanted me back when you realized I wasn’t a human, no completely.”

But Nick roughly pulls at her arm and firmly grips her nape, tilting her face to look at him. Their faces barely an inch away from each other.

Her breath hitches and he steps impossibly closer to her, making her feel every single inch of his hard muscles and much more, digging into her skin. The heat of his body warming her up with those familiar tingles. She can see him clenching his jaw as he deeply inhales her scent, which she knows is most likely back by now.

“I want you.” His leans down, his lips hovering over hers. “I miss you, Layla.” She can’t help but look down at his lips as he says her name so sensually. “Stay with me.” He whispers as his lips graze against hers.

Noticing how her lips follow his, he leans in and kisses her as gently as he can. Though, the moment he feels the heat of her mouth, he loses his resolve and eagerly deepens the kiss, starving for a taste. And she quickly returns his hungry kisses.

Her moans delight him with every kiss he gives. Nick is after all never one to give his kisses so willingly. Yet with Layla he’s always eager for more.

But much to his dislike, Layla pushes away from him as she ends their kisses.

Looking at her confused, she starts backing away. -Adding space between them as she backs up towards the cave entrance.

What is this? Does she not want me? No. She does. I feel it. I can smell it. She wants me too. So why does she keep running away?

“What have you done?”

“Lay-“

“No! Just,….stay away from me. Please.”

“FUCK NO!!” He shouts as he clenches his jaw and fists his hands, all to focus on keeping his wolf at bay.

He doesn’t need his wolf trying to take over again, just to try and force his mark on her, again. But her pushing Nick away is not helping his case, as Nick is becoming just as eager to leave his mark on her.

“It will never work out between us.”

“Says who? I’ll kill them.”

She sighs out. “We both know, that one day,….one of us will have to kill the other.”

There’s a brief pause of silence between them as they acknowledge her words.

“Fine.” Nick huffs out, daring to take another step closer, but holds her in place the moment she tries to step back again. “Fine. Then kill me.”

“What?” She looks at him shocked.

“Kill me. When the time comes. Kill me.”

She tries pushing from his hold but his grip just tightens as he continues.

“I’m tired of this world anyways. I’m tired of war. Of fighting. I’ll give it up any day. But I won’t give up on YOU.” He seethes in anger.

“Stop it!” She looks at him as tears start to well up in her eyes. “No! I don’t want that.”

She turns as she walks away, leaving Nick to contemplate her incomplete sentences.

He looks up as he sees her reaching the entrance of the cave, wondering if he will have to watch her walk away from him again.

But he already knows the answer.

Just as she glances back at him, she turns and rushes back towards him, just as he runs to her just as eagerly.

The moment he gets a hold of her, he pulls her into another firm kiss. Afraid that should their lips part, even for breath, they may not find each other again.

They hungrily kiss each other as she grips onto his naked shoulders to steady herself.

He pushes her up against the cave wall as he continues to kiss her, not getting his fill of her lips yet. Though, he eventually releases her lips as he moves his wet kisses down her neck, getting drunk on her sweet marshmallow scent. -Grazing his teeth against her skin, eager to know if she’ll taste just as sweet and soft.

She gasps for air as she grips tighter onto him, finding her legs becoming rather numb to hold her up.

“I want you Layla.” He softly groans into her neck as he grinds his hard member against her hips.

To which she moans her consent.

He growls deeply as he hesitantly pulls away from her neck and grips her chin to look at him. She can see the muscles in his arms tighten as he holds himself steady against the wall and caging her.

“Layla. Words.”

She giggles out of breath.

He needs words? The one person who doesn’t like using them.

Though he smirks back as if knowing what she’s thinking.

He grinds into her again as he splits her thighs with his knee, eager to have the scent of her need on him.

She moans again as she eagerly moves her hips against him.

“Layla.” He breathes out agitated, eager to hear her words.

“Yes. Yes, Nick. Yes.” She whines as she grabs his neck, eager to taste his lips on her again.

But he doesn’t let her and she starts moaning in protest.

“Are you sure?” He asks sternly.

She grunts out annoyed. “Nick.”

I don’t want to scare her. Not after what Jax and Blake had done to her. I know I’ve always been called nothing but a monster, but I still don’t want to scare her. “I don’t know how to be gentle.” And she can hear the panting in his shaky breath.

“Don’t be. Ruin me.” She begs in a breathless whisper.

Even through pain he couldn’t hurt me. He could never make me scared of him. After all this time, being in his arms is still the place I have come to feel safest in.

“Do you know what you’re asking for?”

“Yes. Give me all of you.” She eagerly pulls his face closer to hers.

“Layla. I’ve been waiting for this for so lo-“ He barely finishes his sentence, too eager to taste her as he kisses her again.

Nick hurriedly pulls her damp shirt off before kneeling and unbuttoning her pants. He roughly pulls her pants off and throws them over his shoulder before giving her underwear his full attention.

He can’t help but smile at the black lace adorned with a cute blue bow, -his favourite colour. It’s like a gift wrapped up just for him.

He grabs her thighs and brushes his nose against the lace making her gasp in surprise.

“I can smell your want for me.” He says with a low growl.

She bites her lip as she tries to rub her thighs closer together, blushing from his words and actions.

Though, she can’t believe she’s even blushing. From her experience the past few months, she realized that sex is just sex for men. That idea made it easier for her to seduce men just to get information from them. But now, after all this time, Nick is actually making her feel innocent and,…..cherished.

She’s pulled from her thoughts as Nick abruptly stands up and wraps her legs around his waist so quickly, she wraps her arms around his neck to hold on to him. Both not leaving each other’s eyes for a second.

He lays her down on the ground as he feasts on her lips again. He moves his kisses down her body, sucking and biting every curve of her body. All the while pulling her underwear off of her and throwing them away to the side.

Her yelps urge him on with every bite he gives. Not too hard to bleed, but hard enough to bruise. He wants her whole body covered in marks. His marks. To know that not a single inch of her was left untouched by him.

Her skin does taste sweet, and is so soft. I so badly want to dig my teeth in and make her bleed, for me. But no. The next mark I give her will be permanent. Not random.

He bites her inner thigh and hears her yelp growing into a deepening moan. Her body arching in want. He can smell her need growing stronger and smirks as he sucks on the wound which will bruise soon.

He can see her looking down at him through hooded eyes as her hands keenly drift down her heaving breasts and stomach.

He quickly grabs her needy hands and pins them above her head as he hovers over her and settles between her legs, enjoying the heat of her panting body beneath him and her wetness eagerly coating his member.

With no time to waste, he pulls her leg up and over his shoulder, opening her up, just before he thrusts his length into her. She throws her head back as she releases a muffled scream through her bit lips, while Nick grunts at the feel of her tight warmth squeezing him.

“Fuck!” He pulls back so that just his tip is in her, trying to remind himself to go slow as he grips her face to look at him.

But the moment he thrusts again and fills her with his whole length, he feels her squeezing him even tighter. Making him dangerously close to losing his resolve and rather eager to go harder and faster like he always does.

“Layla.” He calls her name before thrusting in her again and hearing her growing moans.

“Layla.” He calls again with another thrust.

He keeps trying to ask her if she’s fine, but with every thrust, he loses himself completely in the pleasure of her warmth.

“Layla.” He shakily pants in her neck with another deep and long thrust as he slows down, with great difficulty.

“Aah. Nick.” He finally hears her voice. “Don’t stop.” Her nails dig deeper into her palms, making her bleed, while she slowly starts moving her hips along with his.

Though, hearing her words has Nick and his wolf relieved and excited. He continues to give deep thrusts and going harder, but not faster. Not yet.

He squeezes her breast as he painfully pinches her nipple, which he had sucked hard just a few seconds ago.

She whimpers but he quickly sucks on her nipple again, wetting it with his warm mouth. And Hearing her whimpers turn into moans again is like music to his ears. He’s desperate to play her like an instrument.

He trails his wet kisses up her chest, tracing over her cleavage all the way up to her neck.

He bites her earlobe cruelly as blood smudges his lips. She squeals as her walls squeeze around him even tighter.

He licks her lobe as he breathes his hot breath into her ear, getting another series of moans from her as he continues his thrusts into her.

“You like this.” She can practically hear his smirk. He thrusts harder as he nibbles on her burning lobe and breathes into her ear. “You like it rough. Don’t you?”

She pants and moans as she struggles to free her hands from his firm grip.

Smack! He spanks her ass harshly, the sting has it throbbing and her whimpering loudly. But the heat of the pain spreads like hot tingles through her body.

“Don’t you?” He thrusts again as he rubs her ass cheek, and finally freeing her hands.

Layla bites her lip as she starts clawing at his lower back, and just moans a panting yes at Nick as she looks into his golden glowing eyes. So dark and sinful.

He starts thrusting faster and faster, filling the cave with the echoes of slapping skin and their combined moans and grunts.

She feels him slipping his hand between them and rubbing her clit. Her moans grow louder and uncontrollable to his ungraceful thrusts. But the sudden pinch she feels throws her over the edge as she crumbles beneath him in a muffled scream, digging her face into his broad shoulder.

Though, as her head falls back and she blinks some more, wondering if the stars she’s currently seeing will ever clear from her vision, she sees Nick still thrusting above her, -though far slower and gentler.

“You alright?” He says, panting heavily.

“Mh-mmh.” She nods eagerly. But seeing the raise of his brow, she starts searching for words to voice her answer. “That,….was,…incredible.” She says between breaths, trying to comprehend the magnificence of what she just felt.

So this is sex?

“Good. Time for round two.”

But before she can even utter a word, she yelps when she feels him suddenly flipping them around, with her straddling him as he sits up and holds her closely.

He continues to move her hips as he grinds into her.

“Ride me, baby.”

She gasps at the feel of him from this angel, -like he’s deeper. But also from the fact that Nick just called her baby.

Which made her come to the realization, that even though Nick isn’t much of a talker, he is apparently more vocal during sex.

She starts grinding her hips against his and moans at the rousing feel. She can feel every ridge of him gliding inside her. She rests her head against his as they just take each other in, both already covered in a thin layer of sweat. Layla feels experimental, and starts twisting her hips and grinding in circles.

Nick groans in her face as he grips her hips, lifting her with every grind. Enjoying the feel of him like that, she starts lifting her hips herself with every thrust he’s giving from below her.

Feeling the urge to take control, especially with that knot growing in her lower belly again, she starts riding him harder and taking him deeper. –Steadying herself as she grips his shoulders. Her pants mix with his groans as her breasts tempt and tease him, bouncing in his face.

He roughly grips her breasts and squeezes hard. His mouth hungrily latching onto the cleavage of the side of her breast as he sucks and bites with his warm mouth. Which gets her panting harder and squeezing him even tighter.

She’s close.

He grips her hips again, helping her ride him as her breaths grow tired. He can slowly feel himself nearing his own release as the muscles in his lower back grow tense.

His thrusts grow hard and fast as he slams her down harder and faster, with her growing moans urging him on.

Catching a glimpse of her eyes glowing a mysterious blue, he smirks as his own wolf makes his presence known with his golden eyes. Her sinister aura getting him all the more excited.

Nick fists her hair and tugs her head back, exposing herself to him fully as she continues to ride him. Feeling himself at the edge of losing complete control, he morphs his canines, and eagerly bites down into her neck.

The entire moment is filled with pain and ecstasy. She screams from the pain of his bite, but soon whines and moans as she convulses and trembles in his tight grip from the ecstasy filling her body with flaming sparks. With another grind of her hips Nick feels himself spill inside her and grunts with every jerk as he deepens his bite, sending another whimper from her trembling lips.

He holds her tightly as she continues to tremble in his arms, finally releasing the grip of his teeth in her neck. He starts licking the raw wound, urging it to heal quicker.

“Mine.” He says in his deep voice, getting another shiver to run through her.

She weakly pulls back and looks at him shaken. “What have you done?”

Though, Nick just growls lowly as he pulls her closer and deeper. “I made you mine.”

She moans from still feeling so sensitive, but with haze slowly but surely clearing from her head, she’s starting to overthink again.

He shouldn’t have marked me. No one would approve of us as mates. What if I die again? He will feel the pain. Over and over again.

“I won’t let that happen.” He grunts out, gripping her tighter.

“What?” She looks at him confused.

“Your thoughts are mine now, Layla.” He cups her face, looking at her with such sincerity, she almost feels the urge to concede.

“But,……you didn’t even ask me.” She looks at him through hooded eyes as her fingers graze the fresh mark on her neck.

“I gave you what you asked for.” He leans in, gracing her lips with a single deep kiss. “You asked for all of me, and I gave you just that.” She looks at him muddled. “I gave you my kisses,” he brushes her lips with his, “my seed,” he grinds her hips making her moan shamelessly, “and my mark.” He brushes her long black hair over her shoulder and examines his mark.

He looks up at her and sends his own link through to her.

You are now mine as much as I am yours.

She bites her lip with an uncertain expression.

Nick sighs. I know you want me. He buries his face into her neck and gets lost in her sweet scent. Don’t be afraid. You’re not alone anymore. You can trust me. You can love me. I’ll fight for you,…always.

He can hear her shaky breaths. But she soon grips him tighter into her own hold, much to his relief.

There is so much that will pull us apart. She answers him through their new-found link. A lonely tear falls down her cheek.

They can try, but they won’t be able to. Just,….promise me you won’t run away from me again.

I-,…

I know I rejected you at first. I know I’m an asshole. I know I’m an idiot. But I don’t ever want to lose you again. He slips his hand into her hair and grips tightly as his breath grows shaky. You are like the air I never knew I needed to breathe, -to live. It’s hard to explain it, but,…..it’s become difficult for me to simply breathe when you aren’t around.

He tightens his grip on her as he nudges his face deeper into her neck. Though, his tight hold on her isn't hurting her at all. Rather, it just feels warm.

So promise me.

I-,….I don’t want you to hurt other people because of me. People you care about.

People I care about would know to not threaten or harm my mate.

I don’t want you to hate me. I’ve done terrible things. And probably still will.

I’ve done far worse.

You don’t even know everything about me.

You’ll tell me when you’re ready.

How can you be so trusting of me?

You’ve never given me a reason not to trust you.

Uhm. I think I’ve done more than enough to you and your pack for you to hate me.

You didn’t do anything to me or OUR pack. You were just trying to protect yourself. And I don’t hate you. He releases a soft growl.

Another tear falls down her cheek. This won’t be easy.

I know. But we’ll get through it, together.

…….Okay.

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