№10|I’m Proud of You.
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THERE IS A LEMON IN THIS CHAPTER! IT IDNT UNTILL THE END AND I WILL NOTIFY U WHEN IT STARTS! U HAVE BEEN WARNED

Alonzo stepped out of the room to get coffee only to pass by Clair chatting up one of the male nurses. He glared at the two, watching the two laugh and giggled. He pushed strands of Clair’s curly black hair back.

Clair smiled “so, Jacob, you said you work in heart surgery?”

“Yeah, nothing better than seeing the look on their face when then you fix their heat.” Jacob sighed in relief.

Alonzo rolled his eyes, “ooh, look at me, I fix hearts.” Alonzo gagged. Diane chuckled, “if you like Clair-san then tell her.”

“I never said I like her.” Alonzo blushed. “Your face says a different story,” Diane sipped her tea, “so does your growl.” Jacob kissed her hand, striking a growl from the werewolf, “mine…”

“Tell her before the Full Moon.” Mama said abruptly. “Excuse me?!” he said a little too loudly, getting Clair and Jacob’s attention.

“Everything alright, Alonzo?”

“Ye-Yeah! Al-all good!” Alonzo stuttered, pushing Mama and Diane around the corner and away from Clair’s sight, “I forgot about the Full Moon!” Alonzo began to pace, “shit! The night of the full moon is in two week, knowing myself, I won't be able to control me so you have to look up me and Mitas up in the pods in the lab and do not, under any circumstances, let us out.”

“No.” Mama said, folding her arms across her chest. “Your father asked me and Sergio to do the same thing during his Full Moon but we didn't and you wanna know why?”

“Why?”

“Cause that night, you were conceived.” Mama said simply. “If I’d lock up your father, you wouldn't be standing here today, nor would Matias.” Mama smiled.

“You and Matias will be okay,” Mama kissed his forehead, “Full Moon is only for 1 week, just be thankful it isn't like Demons, Animalstics, and Dragons who have a whole month, then I’d really lock you up.”

Alonzo nodded and looked back at Clair. But it’s not Matias and me who I’m worried for....

Clair waived goodbye to Jacob, wiping her hand when he was out of eyeshot, “thank god that's over, all I wanted was a simple coffee.”

She smiled when Alonzo looked her way, she walked over to him “you alright?”

“Yeah, but what’s with mister miracle maker over there?” Alonzo chuckled. “He was hitting on me while I went to go get coffee. Just couldn't take a hint I guess.” Clair shrugged.

“Most people don't.” Cruella chuckled, waking up finally. Hex smiled and brushed back her white hair with his fingers, “evening Marshmallow.”

Cruella smiled softly, soon frowning when Christopher’s scent filled her nose, “he was here, wasn’t he?”

“Yeah, Christopher stopped by earlier.” Diane said, giving her a cup of jello, “how are you feeling, Cruella-san?”

“Good,” she took a giant swig of water, “the nap helped, and not to mention Hex’s jacket is like sleeping in a warm burrito.” 

Mama laughed, “figures, Hex’s magi is fire.”

Cruella tried to reach for her phone but her arm sent shocking pains through her body, “shit!”

“The white chains still have some effect on you Marshmallow.” Hex warned. “I guess so,” Cruella laid back down, “why the hell would Catania even have chains like that anyways?”

“Catania did this to you?” Ector questioned, holding Saree in his lap. “Yeah, she bumped me into the door.” Cruella sighed, hissing as she tried to turn on her side but it irritates the wound.

Hex rubbed the other arm, a calm heat warming pumped into her body. Cruella purred, “so warm…”

Hex blushed, rubbing the back of his neck, “nah, it’s just some stupid power…”

“Stop being so modest.” Cruella sat in his lap, “it’s like a warm toaster…”

“As nice as this is Cruella, we need to talk about Catania.” Mama sat on the edge of the bed. “Yeah,” Gabriella scrunched up her fist, “I don't like that woman…”

“We all don't, Gabi, but something is suspicious about that door.” Mama rubbed her chin. “Cruella, I know this is a lot to ask, and it might kill you, but I need you to do recon on Catania and Christopher.”

“I get Catania, but why Christopher?” Ector asked. “Think about it Ector, he’s Catania’s only relative, he has to know something about that door.” Saree explained.

“That means I have to stay with Christopher longer…”

“Sadly yes,” Mama sighed, “I know you want to break up with him but it’s only necessary to find Edgar.”

“Alright,” Cruella got out of his lap, “Hex,” he looked at him, “do you mind taking me home?”

Hex nodded and held her hand, the two walking to the front desk, checking Cruella out. The two sat in the car, still holding eachothers hands, “I don't wanna go back there..”

“I don't want you to go back there, Marshmallow, I don't want you to be unhappy with Christopher.” Hex clutched the wheel. “I’m not unhappy.” Cruella was lying to her teeth.

“Lies,” Hex hissed, “I can see it in your eyes, your suffering, every moment your with Christopher you die a little inside.”

“Hex, it’s either my job or my happiness, I can't choose both.” Cruella looked down. “Then don't, your happiness means everything to me, Cruella. And seeing you with him…” Hex’s eyes burned with rage, “make me wanna burn him to a crisp forever making you unhappy.”

“Hex,” Cruella was speechless. Hex stopped in front of her house. “Looking at you unhappy...it hurts me too” Hex muttered, “when you cry, when those tears stream down your face, I get this anger inside of me, telling me to burn whatever the hell made you cry.”

“Cruella, you deserve to be with someone who can make you happy in every single way possible, someone who knows what you like, someone who takes the time to listen to you, someone who’ll spend every waking moment loving you.”

Cruella smiled, happy tears streamed down her face, “as nice as that is, I have to do this, to protect and your family Hex.”

“No you don't, I’ll talk to Mama, she’ll understand-”

“I have to do this Hex! Over the past year and a half, you’ve been there for me every step of the way, just please let me be there for you.”

Hex held her hand, “my dad used to tell me, Gabina, and Ector that; a man who is truly interested in their spouse will find an endless number of reasons why he must see them. A man who is just playing around will find an endless number of excuses why he didn’t show up.”

Cruella thought about it, “huh...I guess your right…”

Hex kissed her checks and her forehead, “please, stay safe, my little Marshmallow.”

She nodded, walking into her apartment, Hex didn’t drive off until he knew he was completely safe. He frowned knowing that Cruella had to be suffering with that disgusting man for a while.

“If you know she’s suffering why aren’t you there to help her?”

Hex abruptly stopped the car when he saw his father sitting in the seat beside him. “Dad?!” Hex yelled.

“Who else?” Sergio chuckled, “so, this Cruella chick...she special?”

“Yeah -- wait! How the hell are you here?!” Hex’s eyes almost bugged out of his head. “I’m you dad, Hex, I showed up because you mind wanted me here.” Sergio explained.

“Oh...so your not alive?”

Sergio sighed, “it’s complicated, son, but that’s not important now. Hexiciah, since you were little I’ve taught you all these important lessons of how a man should treat a woman with respect and love, and I know you remember them, right?”

“Of course, dad.” Hex stated, leaning back in his chair, “it’s just, Cruella, I love her just as much as you love mom, maybe even more. But seeing her with Christopher is making me want to punch a wall!”

“Why is that?” Sergio asked, obviously knowing the answer but wanted to see Hex say it himself.

“Because she doesn’t deserve to be unhappy! She deserves to be with someone who’ll actually respect her, someone who’ll know what her favorite doughnut is, which is jelly because everytime she bights into it she believes she’s a vampire which is adorable, someone who’ll sit with her on rainy days and watch her favorite movie; Guardians of the Galaxy. Someone who’ll listen when she talks, someone to be the shoulder to cry on.”

“And that person is…?” Sergio raised his eyebrow.

“Me! Me, dad, me! She’s supposed to be with me!” Hex yelled, hitting the steering wheel. “And why should she?” Sergio egged on. “Because I know her better than she knows herself sometimes! She’s the woman I want by my side as my equal, like how you and mom were. Dad...when it comes to Cruella, she -- she just...she means the world to me, pa.”

Sergio smiled, clapping slowly, “finally! All three of my children found loves of their own! Damn Hex, you were the first we adopted, why the hell did that take so long? Menso! (Stupid!)” he smacked his son upside the head.

“How the hell are you hitting me?!” Hex scolded. “Don't mind that! Drive, Hex.” Sergio said, Hex looked at the road to continue driving, he looked back at the passenger seat to see Sergio was gone.

He frowned, soon turning into a smile when he heard Sergio’s words echo in his head.

“I’m proud of you, son.”

Meanwhile, Emmanuel was about to knock on the door of the last person he’d ever thought of visiting, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

“602 Lane,” he looked down at the paper and up at the door to see it was the correct address. He was hesitant to knock on the door, he shook his head, “you’re doing this for Marmalade. After all the things that girl has done for you, you should at least do this for her!”

He finally knocked on the door, allowing a woman to open it. She was a fair-skinned woman with black hair and brown eyes. She wears a sleeveless red dress with a gold trim. She wears her hair tied in a loop, and wears armbands on both wrists.

This was Gloria Grimsbane, Emmanuel and Dizzy foster mother (she was practically their mother more their real mothers were). She was the most wonderful, kind hearted, woman Emmanuel knew.

And the only one who could help him right now.

“Emmanuel! It’s been so long!” she tackled him in a big hug, “you could have at least visited your foster mother once in a while! Geeze! Honestly, Emmanuel!” she folded her arms over her chest.

She looked around, “where’s Marmalade?”

Emmanuel looked down, “she...got kidnapped.”

Gloria immediately pulled him in for a hug, “come inside, we have tea.”

“We?”

Emmanuel and Gloria walked into the den to see Mama sitting on the couch sipping tea. “Emma?” Emmanuel raised his eyebrows in suspicion.

Mama punched him, “what did I say about calling me Emma?!”

“Alright! Alright! Crazy lady! I swear!” Emmanuel yelled, Mama stopped punching him. Mama sat back down on the couch, “me and Gloria have been friends since diapers!”

“Huh, small world I guess…” Emmanuel muttered, accepting the tea his mother gave him. “So, why are you really here Emmanuel?” Gloria asked, sitting beside him. Emmanuel stared down at the tea, the mango smell radiating off it reminded him of Marmalade.

“I-I-I can't take this, mom…” Emmanuel clenched the tea cup, “she’s hurting...I can feel it! But I can't do a damn thing! I’ve looked up and down New York City for this woman but she’s nowhere to be found! She’s my whole world, mom, without her...I can't live with myself...for a while, when I looked in the mirror, all I saw was a monster... but when she came along, she made everything better. It was like I was living in black and white and she brought the color.”

“She made me feel things I’d thought a person like me would be able to feel; love, laughter, happiness...I was spoiled by this angel’s gift that when it was gone, I forgot how much I needed her. Do the gods hate me, mom? They gave me a good four years with her and then they ripped her away from me like I was some bad child getting their toy taken away from them.”

Emmanuel stood up, tears streaming down, “is that what this is?! You took her from me because I was bad?! I’ve done a lot of shitty things in my past but this time I didn’t do anything! I played my cards right! I told you guys and girls up there I wouldn't hurt her if you’d just let me keep her! I kept my end of the deal, why can't you keep yours?!”

“If I could cut open a vein and bleed out the address to where she was I gladly will!” Emmanuel rolled up his sleeve, bringing out a pocket knife.

“Emmanuel!” Gloria and Mama called out to stop him.

“No…just please let me do this...maybe this is how I’ll find her…” before the blade could touch his skin, Emmanuel could feel a familiar presence touch his wrist.

He opened his eyes to see everything around him was pink, he was floating in the pink space, furniture from Gloria’s house floated beside him.

“Manny what are you doing?”

Emmanuel felt the tears starting again, he quickly closed his eyes, “don't fuck with me gods and goddesses, if I open my eyes and she isn't there I swear I’ll kill you all!”

Marmalade giggled, “you always resorted to violence don't you.”

Marmalade kissed his lips, “open your eyes, my love.”

He opened his eyes to see Marmalade standing beside him “hi.”

Emmanuel hugged her tightly, “Marmalade!!!” he planted butterfly kisses over her face, “how...why...when...what?!”

Marmalade laughed, “I don't know either, Manny, but I think our time is limited for now.”

“I don't care,” Emmanuel kisses led down her neck, “just you being here makes me feel more alive than I have in months!”

Marmalade leaned her head back, “Manny~” she moaned, Emmanuel smirked, “oh gods!”

He placed a hand on her back, slowly lowering her onto the fluffy pink clouds. He rested his hand on her soft cheek. “Love me,” 

“Don't I always?” Emmanuel chuckled, kissing her softly. “We always have sex, and I don't know the next time we’ll have a moment like this, and if we don't, I want this time to be the time we made love, not just sex.”

LEMON STARTS HERE!!

Emmanuel nodded, accepting her request, “your wish is my command.”
Emmanuel grasped Marmalade’s full hips tightly as they stumbled through the door of his clothes pulling her back into him with a harsh kiss as soon as he slammed the door closed with his foot. His solid form pinned her to the nearest wall as Marmalade moaned against his lips.
 
Heated palms traveled down her sensitive sides, gripping her thighs to hoist her up. Marmalade quickly wrapped her toned legs around his waist bringing him flush against her while her fingers raked through his hair. 
 
A growl rumbled through his chest as he ground the growing hardness in his jeans against her covered core. The deep blush traveling further down her neck.
 
Emmanuel tore his lips from hers, letting all her soft gasps and whimpers out into the open. Placing firm kisses down along her jaw. Finding that spot below her ear that caused a wanton moan to escape her throat.
 
Emmanuel found the hem of Marmalade’s blouse, already hitched up slightly. He ventured further up her toned waist as he placed heated kisses along the slope of her neck, occasionally nipping at the soft skin with sharp canines. He suddenly gave her a rough bite and another sharp grind of his hips against hers.
 
“A-ah, Emmanuel!”
 
Marmalade’s nails scored his scalp and gripped his hair tighter, ripping another growl from his throat. Emmanuel licked the bite with a slow trace of his searing tongue, trailing back up to nip at her earlobe.
 
“Fuck, I want you so bad, Marmalade,” Emmanuel rasped in her ear, hot breath on her neck sending a shiver down her spine as heat tingled at her core from his words. Emmanuel gave a couple more rough thrusts against her, the pads of his thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts through her bra teasingly.
 
Marmalade breathed a high whine, pulling him up for a rough kiss. Emmanuel groaned when she bit his bottom lip. Marmalade pulled it into her warm mouth before rasping against his lips.
 
“Then what are you waiting for…”
 
Marmalade caught the predatory glint flash through his sharp emerald gaze. Making her toes curl and more warmth pool in her belly.
 
“Fuck,” Emmanuel growled, crashing his lips against hers again.
 
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and tugging her off the wall. Taking staggering steps towards the couch, falling back onto it pulling Marmalade on his lap.
 
Emmanuel’s fingers flew to the buttons of her shirt, practically ripping the fabric and quickly pushing it off her shoulders, throwing it somewhere on the floor. 
 
Emmanuel’s lips found her neck again, feeling her moan vibrate beneath his lips. His warm palms came around to trail along the heated skin of her back, fingers fumbling at the clasp of her bra slightly before pulling it off her and tossing it in some random direction.
 
Marmalade’s fingers raked along his broad shoulders, pulling him back from her neck slightly. Their lidded gazes found each other for a moment, taking ragged breaths before her hands found the edge of his shirt and pulled it off him, throwing it with the others.
 
Her hands came back to caress his firm chest. Feeling his pounding heartbeat underneath her palm. Then traveling lower across the planes of his abdomen. Taking her time to trace each firm groove.
 
Emmanuel groaned, his eyes falling closed as his head fell back into the cushion. “Marmalade…”
 
A louder groan fell from his lips when Marmalade suddenly palmed his hard erection through his jeans. His hips rising quickly to follow her hand. “You look so sexy like this, babe.”
 
His eyes fell open at her voice, then before he knew it Marmalade was on her knees popping the button of his jeans and sliding them and his boxers off his hips and quickly tossing them in the growing pile.
 
Marmalade gave him a sly smirk with a wink and suddenly took him into her mouth. “Ah! Fuck, Marmalade!” Emmanuel’s eyes screwed shut. His back arching slightly as Marmalade’s talented mouth worked over the length of his throbbing cock.
 
One of his palms settled into her hair, fingers threading through the fire red strands as her warm tongue traced the underside of his cock before she took him deeper, her hand stroking the base of him.
 
“Feels so fucking good, Marmalade,” Emmanuel moaned, catching her sultry gaze reflecting back at him as she hummed around his cock. The little minx.
 
Marmalade pulled back a bit, tongue lingering at his tip. Her palm stroking his now slick erection teasingly slow. Emmanuel already felt a tingling along his spine, his hips giving slight thrusts up in time with her strokes. Fuck, he needed her now.
 
“Ngh, wait, Marmalade. Come here.” Emmanuel pulled his hand from Marmalade’s hair, thumb brushing her cheek softly before she pulled off his throbbing erection. She slowly rose to her feet, Emmanuel leaning forward to grasp her hips and pull her back between his legs.
 
His lidded dark emerald gaze found hers as he opened the button of her shorts, pulling down the zipper and gripping them and her panties to pull them from her hips, letting her step out of them before tossing them across the room.
 
Marmalade’s hands raked through his hair as he placed warm kisses along her toned waist, his hands coming around to palm her plush ass.
 
“Mm, Emmanuel…” Marmalade sighed. Each of his kisses only adding to the aching pulsing of her core.
 
Emmanuel slowly fell back against the couch again, pulling her with him so she settled back on his lap. He captured her plush lips in a needy kiss. Not hesitating to slide his slick tongue between her lips to lap against hers.
 
His warm palms came up to caress her breasts, spilling through his fingers as he tweaked her perky nipples. Emmanuel swallowed her whine, sucking on her tongue.
 
One of his hands started traveling lower and lower. Marmalade breaking their kiss with a loud moan when he found the heat of her core, his rough fingers gliding through her soaked folds.
 
“Ngh, you’re so wet for me,” Emmanuel whispered against her lips, two fingers entering her pulsing core.
 
“A-ah, yes, only for you, Emmanuel.”
 
Emmanuel growled, placing a few kisses down her throat before lapping her nipple into his mouth. His fingers curling into her with deep slow thrusts.
 
Marmalade could already feel herself approaching her peak, hitting that spot within her with each rough pump.
 
“E-Emmanuel, please… I need you now,” Marmalade whimpered. Emmanuel groaned, feeling her walls clenched tightly around his fingers. Who was he to deny his girl anything?
 
He pulled off her breast, removing his fingers from her slowly before putting them in his mouth. His cock twitched at the taste as he sucked his fingers clean.
 
Emmanuel took his throbbing erection in hand, giving himself a few strokes before lining himself up with her core. His gaze found hers, seeing only hazy lust, he gripped her hip and slowly lowered her onto his cock.
 
Long, loud groans tore from both of them as they settled into a quick rhythm.
 
Rough hands held a bruising grip on Marmalade’s supple hips, guiding her movements as her walls dragged deliciously along his hard thick cock. Marmalade’s hands falling to his firm slick chest at a rather rough thrust up of his hips.
 
Emmanuel’s heated gaze tracing over the beauty over him. fire red strands sticking to her heated skin, breasts heaving with each thrust, deep flush dipping down the curves of her neck almost blending in with the marks his teeth and sinful tongue left behind. 
 
Making a growl rumble through his chest.
 
A rough roll of her hips, nails digging into his skin.
 
“Nghh, you’re so fucking gorgeous, Marmalade.”

Deep amber eyes fell open at his words. A smirk forming on her plush lips. “You’re pretty hot yourself, babe.” Her voice raspy from all the moans and breathy gasps tumbling from her lips. 
 
Marmalade took in his own wrecked form. Black hair mussed, his heated flush spreading to his heaving chest, muscles of his torso glistening and rippling in all the right ways with each movement. She could just lick each dip and groove.
 
Emmanuel raked his nails up along her back, sending a spark of pleasure up her spine. 

“You’re damn right,” Emmanuel rasped, a teasing glint in his eye and a fanged smirk on his lips. Marmalade rolled her eyes, breathing a soft laugh, before capturing his lips roughly. 
 
She felt Emmanuel’s smirk through the kiss. But after a rough circle of her hips and walls clenching around him. His choked groan and stuttered thrust were enough for her own smug smile to emerge. Tongue tracing his bottom lip after a rough bite.
 
Marmalade pulled away slightly, catching his dazed deep black eyes. “Havin’ fun are you?” Emmanuel rasped against her lips. 
 
Marmalade hummed in acknowledgment, trailing sloppy kisses along his jaw. Placing a kiss at that soft spot on his neck before biting at his earlobe. “Fuck,” Emmanuel growled, quickly flipping them on her back on the couch.
 
Her legs were quick to wrap around his waist bringing him closer. Both groaning at the deeper thrusts he gave. His long thick cock hitting that special spot within her that made her toes curl. 
 
Soft hands curled around his neck to bring him down for another heated kiss. Fingers tightening in his hair, thrusting her tongue past his lips.
 
A whine escaped her throat at a harsh thrust when she sucked on his tongue. A hot palm trailed along her side, reaching between them slowly. A sudden pleasured cry from her broke their kiss, her back arching off the bed when rough pads of his fingers found her clit.
 
“That’s it, baby,” Emmanuel murmured against her skin as she arched into him, placing hot kisses along the length of her sensitive neck.
 
Emmanuel continued circling and brushing over her clit, feeling Marmalade clenching around him tightly. The tingling along his spine and heat in his lower belly increasing.
 
“Fuck, I’m so close. Come with me, Marmalade.”
 
A few more deep rough thrusts and she was arching high off the bed with a silent cry, core gripping him tightly. Emmanuel wrapped his arms around her, breathing a ragged moan in her ear as Marmalade came around his throbbing cock. 
 
A few more quick snaps of his hips prolonged her high and he then he was falling after her with a rough groan of her name and bite to her shoulder, twitching and spilling into her pulsing core. Arms holding onto her tighter as he gave shallow stuttered thrusts, riding out his own peak.
 
They lay together for several moments after, Emmanuel’s head in the crook of her neck, chests heaving against each other trying to catch their breath. Both groaning softly when he pulled out slowly.
 
Emmanuel eventually lifted his head, gazing back at her fondly. Fingers brushing back some gold strands that were sticking to her temple with a soft smile. “I love you, Marmalade,” Emmanuel whispered between their lips.
 
Warmth spread through her heart, expression softening. Reveling in these moments they shared together.
 
A soft palm came up to cup his cheek. “I love you, too, Emmanuel,” Marmalade breathed, thumb brushing along his skin gently, her heart warming further when Emmanuel closed his eyes and melted into the touch with a deep purr of content, turning his head to press a kiss to her palm.
 
Emmanuel quickly came back to her and closed the distance, giving her a deep lingering kiss.

LEMON OVER

Emmanuel laid next to her, breathing heavily, “where...where are you, Marmalade?”

“The fas-” before Marmalade could finish, she faded away, leaving Emmanuel to question her last words.

~A\N~

Holy moly and as that a lot of words! 4458 words to be exact! This is also the first lemon the book has, the next one will not be untill chapter 15, after that there isnt a lemon until chapter 26 and then theres one more after that

So yeah maybe 4 lemons I'm trying to cut down on my lemon\sexual scenes

Oh and shout out to TheSanguineSongbird she\he\they\whatever pronoun in they go by has this amazing werewolf story on their page! They're an amazing writer so go check it out! I normally dont like werewolf stories but theirs is a great one!