The Beast's Possession
18: Playing with fire.

**Milly

pov**

That idiot. That fucking old, good for nothing idiot. Was locking the door that much to ask for? Really?

He had clear commands - go talk to her, in case of failure leave and lock the door.

But now? Well, now we had a brand new can of worms opening before our eyes.

The little slut escaped and Killian's stupid pack were acting as if they lost something valuable, literally attempting to turn the whole territory upside down.

This overreaction pissed me off simply because I knew she would have to return sooner or later. She had no idea how to survive, especially out in the wild with a wolf that hated her guts.

Only upside that I saw for this situation was that the pack house was completely empty. Even my father left to look for that little brat, leaving me behind so someone would be around if she came back.

With the house all to myself, I had the chance I never thought I could have checking for gold. First stop? Of course, it had to be Killian's office.

That fool had so much trust in his pack, he was sure not a single soul would enter it during his absence. Well, news flash asshole, I wasn't just any single soul or another nobody who worshiped him. I was an Alpha of my own pack, I had the right to take anything I wanted - when and how I pleased.

As I strode inside his office, the first thing I did was check for cameras. Just in case.

Explaining to Killian why his office might reek of me would be relatively easy, but explaining why my face was caught rummaging through his shit would be way harder.

I might happen to put myself in difficult positions at times, but I also knew how to get out of the shit that followed. My father didn't raise a snake - he raised a queen cobra.

Once I made sure there were no cameras, I started rummaging through his desk. I found a couple of loose bills and pocketed them. Any penny towards my goal was money worth it.

Somehow, I actually hit the jackpot sooner than I anticipated. There was a small box hidden among the books in his bookcase that contained a fair bit of money so I took it too.

Using the luxury of being alone I quickly left the office and ran to the guest room I was staying in. First thing, I shoved all the money in my wallet and then ran to my father's bedroom to hide the box there.

If he was so useless that he couldn't do one tiny thing for me, the least he could do was take the fall for me.

I really wasn't asking for that much.

Once I got rid of the evidence, I walked back downstairs and gasped as I ran into someone. Looking up, I saw a familiar face, grinning at me from ear to ear.

"Well, hello there, Alpha. I didn't think I would see you around here again," he dragged the words as if that could make him sound less disgusting and annoying.

Rolling my eyes, I tried to brush past him, but in true asshole manner, he didn't let me. "What? No hello? No it's nice to meet you? No - I miss your cock more than I miss my next breath? I'm offended, Alpha," he slapped a hand on his chest, faking surprise.

Killian's Beta, whatever his name was.. He was the last person I wanted to see. Before I came here, Killian and I agreed it was best if we were kept apart so Killian sent him away. He wasn't supposed to return for another few months. "It was a drunken mistake, get over yourself." I snarled, trying to get past again, failing because of the persistent asshole.

"Drunken mistake on child champagne? Since when you get hammered on juice, Milly?" He chuckled, clearly enjoying my misery more than he should.

"Fucking asshole," I muttered under my breath, looking anywhere but at him.

"Ah, we're back to love language, that's better. Love it when you act like a true self-centered bitch," he groaned and took a step forward, making me take one back.

Step by step, he didn't stop until my back hit the wall and he could use his stupidly muscular arms to cage me in. He was too close, the heat that radiated off his body was too much and the sensation of his stupid breath fanning my lips made my head spin. I needed to get the fuck out of here, plans be damned.

I quickly placed my hands on his chest and suppressed the moan that threatened to escape me. Hate fucking this guy was one of the most fun things I had done in my entire life, but I refused to repeat the experience.

A pleasurable grunt left him as he bucked his hips against me, showing off how hard and ready he already was. "Come on, don't pretend to be a virgin, Milly. I know you want me just as bad as I want you. We're alone here, no one's coming back until they find here so we can fuck out in the open for hours without being caught," he leaned in and I gulped at the closeness. "I know you want to," he added in a whisper and swiped his tongue over my ear.

The insane shivers that ran down my spine was all the reality check I needed. I got back to my senses and tried to shove him away. The sooner there was distance between us, the sooner I could escape for good.

But of course, the overgrown piece of meat didn't move a muscle. And for the record - he had many of those - I meant muscles.

"You're playing hard to get again, huh? Got it, two can play this game," he growled and pressed his hips against me with more force, actually teasing a weak moan out of me.

I hated how my body reacted to this man. He was the last person on this planet who deserved to hear the sound of my moans or see the desperate need in my eyes. The same as he was one of the few people who knew why he had to stay away from me.

"And you're playing with fire. When you attempt to do that, remember that you will get burned, you fool," I snarled and tried to push him off me again.

The selfish, stubborn prick ignored my attempts to get away from him. Instead, he kept grinding himself against me and moaning in my ear, clouding my senses completely. He knew what all of this was doing to me, so he was using it to his advantage.

"Come on, let's enjoy each other's bodies for one last time. In the name of good old times. Surely, you wouldn't reject me again. Last time we met, you looked very happy and pleased with yourself. I'm sure I can make those memories real all over again. And besides, you're the prettiest when you're under me, crying and begging for me to go harder, to fuck you deeper and faster. Please, Milly, tell me how much you don't want that." He whispered.

Every word that left his lips was like a song coming from a siren. Each thing pulled me deeper into his web and I was ready to give in until he started kissing my neck, slowly leading his lips down to the crook of my neck. Massive wake-up call. Taking advantage of the moment, I shoved him away from me and tried to run away. However, before I was out of the house, he reached for me and grabbed my upper arm to growl. "You are my mate, you can't keep fucking around thinking you won't meet the consequences. This is the last time you get to run, Milly. Next time I catch you, I'm collaring you and then, you'll learn the true meaning of becoming my bitch."