I pushed him away again, this time harder.

When I was about to sink my claws into his neck and tell him to never touch me like that again, he was ripped from me and thrown against the wall. He hit the wall with a thud and fell right onto Ruffles. Ruffles hissed, swatted at his face, and scratched him right across the cheek.

Ares stood in front of me, back muscles rippling against his shirt, staring at the man on the ground. He scooped him up by his neck, thrusted him against the wall again, and held him there. This time he held nothing back. His claws pierced his skin, and blood ran down Tony's neck and stained his white shirt.

I glared at the two assholes, narrowing my eyes at Tony and just watching him squirm in Ares's death grip. It was sad how hard he was trying to get out of his hold, but couldn't.

And Mom wanted him as the next alpha.

Pinning him closer to the wall, Ares stepped toward him, his lips next to Tony's ear. "What did I fucking tell you?"

Tony didn't say anything.

"I told you not to touch my fucking mate again, didn't I?"

Tony grasped his wrists, but Ares just tightened his grip. His biceps were flexing, and I could see his canines lengthening under his lips. "Didn't I?" he repeated. When Tony still didn't say anything, he squeezed his neck harder.

I yanked his arm away. "Ares, stop," I said. But he didn't. "Ares." His eyes were black. Pure black. "Mars," I said.

For a split second, his eyes softened.

"Let him go," I said, digging my claws into his back. Sure, Tony wasn't the strongest guy but he was the only person that could be alpha when I left.

"So you can let him fuck you?" Ares said, distastefully.

"No, so I can kick him out of my room." I growled. "Mars, stop it now."

Ares glared at Tony whose cheeks were turning purple. "Pathetic." He gave him one last shove against the wall. "Next time you think about touching my mate, I will snap your fucking neck."

Ares stepped back, and Tony fell to the ground again. Ruffles hissed at him, narrowing her eyes and lengthening her claws. She went to smack at him again when he shuffled out of the room, grasping his neck and slamming the door shut.

"I could've handled that myself," I said through clenched teeth. Why did all of the damn men in my life want to be saviours?

He gave me a pissed off look, and I gave him one back.

"Get your things," he said. "We leave in ten minutes." He turned his back to me, but I just grabbed his arm and swung him back around.

"You said you wouldn't hurt anyone in my pack if I went with you."

He growled lowly, baring his canines. "I also said that I was going to have to take care of Tony, didn't I?" He stepped closer to me, towering over me. "I gave him a chance. If he didn't come into your room, touch you, flirt with you, kiss you, maybe I wouldn't have."

"You're over the top, out of fucking control."

"Out of control?" He stepped toward me again, a sinister look in his eye. I never thought I would see it—but it was there. The look of a god, the look of war, the look of pure control. He snatched my jaw and gently caressed my cheek with his thumb. "Aurora, you have not seen me out of control." He was deathly calm, and it scared me more than it should have. "If I was out of control, you would be on your knees with my cock down this throat of yours..." His fingers trailed dangerously down my throat. "Until you were gasping for breath."

I nearly snorted. "If you were anything like the man you were earlier when you had Tony's throat in your hands, I'm sure I'll be highly disappointed. That wasn't dominance, that was called being fucked u--"

He snatched my throat in his hand, squeezing lightly. "You want to see me out of control, Aurora?" he asked, lips grazing against mine. His hardness pressed against my stomach, and I clenched. "Get on your knees."

My breath caught in my throat, and I parted my lips to speak. But I couldn't say anything. He pushed me away slightly, his eyes a mix of gold and brown. "Knees," he said between clenched teeth. "Before I have to push you down onto them."

I brushed my fingers against the front of his pants and swore to myself. Moon Goddess, I didn't know if I was ready for-

He suddenly lowered his hand, and I stumbled down onto my knees. My face close to his crotch. This was wrong. So wrong.

"Unzip my pants."

My heart was racing, and I didn't know what to say. All I knew was that my pussy was pulsing, and the heat was crawling up my body until I felt like I was on fire. I unzipped his black jeans. His cock was pressed hard against his grey briefs.

I hated him, and I was going to show him just how much.

He pulled them down for me, his cock springing out of them.

"Out of control," I said to him.

"This is out of control, Aurora." He grabbed his cock and rubbed it against my lips. Then he snatched my chin and the top of my head, and pulled me toward him, making me take his cock in my mouth.

He pushed himself into me harshly, immediately hitting the back of my throat. I pressed my hands into his thighs, gagging and pushing him away slightly. He refused to move, just stayed there. "All the way down," he said.

I furrowed my brows together and pushed more of him down my throat until my lips were at the base of his cock.

"Fuck," he said under his breath. "Just like that." He pushed his hips closer to my lips and began thrusting in and out of my mouth. I dug my nails into his thighs, my core warming. He became rougher and rougher with each thrust. His hand traveled down my neck. "Fuck my cock feels so good down your throat."

He took my hand and placed it against my throat, holding his hand over it and making me feel him inside of me. I moaned on his cock, a wave of pleasure rolling through me. This was pure agony, pure fucking agony.

He pushed himself all the way down my throat and stilled. "Let me see your eyes."

I gazed up at him through teary eyes and pushed a hand between my legs, touching myself through my pants. His eyes flashed gold, and he pulled his cock out of me. "Look at you. Loved it so much you can't even resist touching yourself for me." He brushed his thumb against my cheek. "You want more, don't you, Kitten?" he asked. I growled lowly under my breath. "What do you say?"

"Fuck you," I said, spit dripping down my chin. My nipples were pressing hard against my bra, and all I wanted was for him to reach down and tug on them.

"You say, 'Yes, Alpha'," he said. He grabbed my chin harsher in his hand. "Let's try it again." He shoved himself down my throat, and I clenched.

"Ares," someone said from outside the door.

Ares curled his fingers in my hair, tugging on it gently. He stared down at me, jaw clenched, ignoring the man. My eyes watered when I gazed up at him. Moon Goddess, I hated him, hated him so fucking much.

"Ares," the man said again. Ares pulled his cock out of my mouth, and I gasped for breath. I posted my hands on the ground and looked down, chest rising and falling. He brushed a finger under my chin and lifted until I was gazing up into his bold brown eyes. Why did I feel so good?

"What, Liam?" he asked harshly.

There was a pause. "Charolette's on the phone, says she needs to talk to you."

His eyes immediately softened. Charolette? Who was Charolette? He released my chin from his hand, redid his pants, and walked to the door. Leaving me kneeling on my bedroom floor for him.

Ruffles walked over and rubbed herself against me, purring.

"Ten minutes," he said, pulling the door open and gazing back at Ruffles and not me. "And no cats."