Reminder: As mentioned before, this story contains sexual themes and all of that other rated stuff. Please be mature about it as you've all been warned ahead of time. It will occur in the middle of this chapter.

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D I S T R A C T E D

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"What are we supposed to do now?" Xavier heaved, frustration laced in his tone. He had just returned from his daily visit to Irina's room and nothing had changed. She was still mute and refused to eat, sleep or bathe. She hadn't even acknowledged him when he entered the room. She just continued dazing off. The older boy was seriously beginning to worry over her and it seemed like he was the only one doing so.

He and his friends were outside by a stream they often went to for fresh water. They didn't have indoor plumbing like those in Elysium did, so their water supply came straight from the streams and waterfalls throughout their land. Fortunately for them, there were quite a few bodies of water around for them to use as they pleased. "I don't know." Kaleb shrugged carelessly. "I got her back. That was all I had to do." He was lying on the forest floor, his hands locked behind his head as he looked up at the open sky hovering above him.

"Wow, I didn't realize how much of a douchebag you could be towards the girl you like," Peter scoffed audaciously, rolling his eyes right after he finished his statement.

"What?" Kaleb shot up from his reclined position and glared at the deer-eyed male. "Did you just say I liked that stupid girl?" he questioned, irked.

"No," Marcus cut in curtly, aiding his twin brother. "To be more accurate, Peter said you were a douchebag towards the girl you like."

"But Kaleb's always a douchebag period," Peter remarked from his position on a large boulder.

"We're all douchebags, you fucking moron. You being the biggest one for making such an outrageous claim," Kaleb barked and sucked his teeth. "You don't know what the hell you're talking about, Peter. I do not, and I repeat do not, have feelings for that girl. Ever since she's arrived, she's been nothing but trouble. If I could kill her, I would," he huffed haughtily.

"So why don't you?" Xavier challenged. He wasn't oblivious or dense. He could tell Kaleb was only bluffing. "You could kill her if you wanted to. You know nobody would stop you. It'd be easy as well since you live with her and with the condition she's in, one slash to the throat would put an end to it all. Sure, your father would be upset with you but he'd get over it. And so what if he doesn't? It's not like you give a shit about what he thinks or feels anyways."

It was eerily quiet as Kaleb glowered at Xavier. He wanted to rip his tongue out, beat him to bloody pulp. However, Kaleb wasn't really mad at Xavier because he did have a point. He was mad at himself. He was mad because Xavier was right. He could kill Irina in less than ten seconds. Put her out of her misery and rid himself of all the trouble he claimed she brought. Yet, he hadn't. He kept telling himself it was because his father wanted her to live but the boy never really cared about Gideon's opinion. He wasn't the type to just start randomly either. So there had to be another reason as to why he couldn't kill her.

No, Kaleb didn't love her.

He didn't even know what love was.

Hell, he didn't even like her!

At least not in the way his friend was implying he did.

His heart never fluttered when he thought about her.

Nerves didn't infiltrate his body when he saw her.

But to say she had no effect on him would not be true.

Sure his heart didn't hitch because of Irina but she did move another part of him. He was just—what's the word? Attracted! That's it. He was simply attracted to her. Nothing more, nothing less. "Whatever," Kaleb finally answered as he turned his head to avert his gaze from his friends. Then his ears picked up on moaning and groaning and his eye began to twitch. "Don't tell me Holden is screwing someone right now."

"I'm surprised you just picked it up. They've been going at if for a while now," Marcus commented nonchalantly.

"Can't that bastard keep it in his pants for once? Or, I don't know, take that shit somewhere else?" Kaleb snapped.

"If you can hear me, I can hear you too, asshole." He heard Holden retort, his voice slightly raspy and hoarse. Something like this was not strange to the boys though. They were used to it by now.

A majority of the Rogues didn't believe in soul mates and being bonded to one person like the werewolves in Elysium did. Therefore, they had procreated with whomever they pleased, wherever and whenever they wanted. As long as it was consensual, they could do what they wanted. Meaning, they could have sex as many times as they wanted. Their partners could also change every single time and it wouldn't affect anything. This, however, normally happened during the wolves' teenaged years. When they grew older, they eventually settled down.

That was how their world worked.  

Xavier was, of course, the exception. He always believed he had a corresponding significant other out there waiting for him to find her unlike his friends. Peter, Holden, Kaleb and Marcus weren't too fond of all this "fated to one person" deal. To them it was just a bunch of bullshit. They should be able to choose who they mated with because hell, mating wasn't revolved around love and emotions to these guys. The reality was it was all about pleasure and keeping their species alive.

They all, excluding Xavier, had their own fair shares of experience among the Rogue female population. Holden and Marcus being the ones to bed the most girls. Peter had a preference to what kind of girls he liked to sleep with instead of sexing anyone who just threw themselves at him. Although Kaleb didn't sleep with a lot of girls, despite what some people may think, he still fooled around whenever he could.

It was just that these girls he grew up with bored him. They were too easy and tenacious in his opinion. Always eager to please him, letting him dominate and do whatever he desired without protest. No matter how painful it could be for them they didn't complain and that routine eventually sickened him. Let's just say trying to find a virgin amongst the females there was like trying to find needle in a haystack.

The whole situation with Irina behaving like a mute and deaf person was starting to annoy Kaleb. He was thinking about her more than he wanted to and he didn't like that. He needed to get her off of his mind and what better way was there than to have some fun with a beautiful, fully matured woman? Surely that would get her out of his mind. It's been a while since the last time he's gotten some action and tonight, tonight he was going to change that. Tonight he was going to forget Irina Kavalier completely.

Well, at least that's what he thought.

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"Oh yeah, right there," Kaleb moaned as he felt the girl swallowing his length in one go. Strings of profanities slid off of his tongue, as though they were the only words in his vocabulary, as she continued to suck him off like she couldn't get enough. From the way he cursed continuously, she could tell he liked what she was doing to him. Hell, even she liked what she was doing to him!

Trying to increase the pace in which he would reach his peak, she grabbed onto the back of his thighs and dragged him in closer, if that was even possible. Just by listening to the sinful and erratic sounds leaving his mouth she could feel herself already getting wet. She then bobbed her head faster. Every time she went back down to coat him with another layer of her saliva, she took a little bit more of his length in. She refused to stop until the tip of his cock met the back of her throat.

Out of reflex, she gagged and the vibration running along Kaleb's shaft made him lose all self-control. The boy was focused on nothing but the euphoric sensation he felt building in his abdomen. After, he buried his hands into her jet black hair and began to bring his hips forward, guiding her along his cock at the same time. "Your mouth feels so fucking great," he grunted as he tilted his head back and screwed his eyes shut. He had forgotten how amazing blowjobs could be.

Hollowing her cheeks, the girl's jaw started to hurt due to his relentless assault. But because he was enjoying it, she just allowed him to continue on thrusting inside of her mouth without protest. Every now and then, she would surprise Kaleb by swirling her tongue against the tip and he would let out another line of curses. Next, she felt something leaking into her mouth and realized it was his pre-cum. He was almost there which meant that she would be pleasured in return soon enough. Just a little longer and it would be her turn to be on cloud nine.

Kaleb knew his body well enough to recognize that he was on the brink of spilling his cum into her mouth. However, before he could do so, he pulled himself out and panted heavily. His breathing was ragged and short. There was no way he was going to climax this early. Especially not during foreplay. Tonight he was going to do what he intended. He was going to fuck the shit out of her. He was going to fuck her so hard that she wouldn't even remember her own name by the time he was through with her, not that he even knew her name to start with.

Stroking himself hastily, he looked at the girl who seemed a bit stunned as she stayed down, still kneeling in front of him. "Get on the bed," he demanded, biting down on his bottom lip. Nodding to show that she would comply, she climbed onto the bed and fell onto her back.

She didn't know what she was expecting but in the blink of an eye, the boy was above her, slamming his cock into her core without any signs of warning or mercy. If she wasn't already so experienced, she was positive that it would have hurt like a bitch. "K-Kaleb," she choked out, trying to gain his attention. Her body was moving up and down, according to his rough movements.

"Fuck," he groaned, not listening to her at all. His hands were planted on either side of her head as he rammed her into the mattress with no intentions of stopping anytime soon. His head was tilted upward and he stared up at the rocky ceiling above him. He never liked looking at the girls he slept with while they were fucking. Something like that, something that he thought was pretty intimate, could definitely cause misunderstandings and he hated misunderstandings.

Kaleb was attempting to please himself, fulfill only his own needs and his lust, which led him to neglect his partner. But even though he was putting his all into burying himself deeper into her, being as rough and fast as he could be, he didn't receive the enticing sensation he was craving for. It just didn't feel right. "You're not tight enough. What the hell," he spat with his brows furrowed. He abruptly stopped his actions and glared down at her. The girl's eyes widened as she watched him pull out of her aching sex. He couldn't tell her he was suddenly turned off without giving her a reason for it. He'd rather wound her pride than allow his to be damaged.

"W-What?" she stammered in disbelief, taking much offense to his callous and insensitive statement. She did have something called pride. 

Kaleb gritted his teeth in annoyance; this was definitely not how he was expecting his night to go. Perhaps he should have just released into her mouth when he had the chance. Getting a better look at her face, he realized she wasn't even that pretty either! What the hell was he thinking when he asked her to come over to his place? Oh right, he was thinking about not thinking about Irina. Great, and now that he had thought about her, he was not in the mood to do anything anymore. 

Picking up his boxers, Kaleb slipped it on and ran his fingers through his slightly dampened hair. "Go home," he ordered, not bothering to look her away.

Now it was the girl's turn to be pissed. "What the fuck is up your ass? You were the one who told me to come over," she sneered.

"Listen to me while I'm being nice. You either: get dressed and leave my fucking house on your own or I'll toss you out naked without your clothes so that everyone will know that you were kicked out because you were—unsatisfying," he threatened, unfazed by her words. "If I knew you'd be so loose, I would've asked your friend to come over instead."

His words were harsh and cruel. They pierced the girl's heart like a dagger but she refused to cry. She refused to show him that she was weak. So putting on her best façade, the hurt expression on her face turned stoic and stale. Gathering her clothes, she took her time getting dressed. "You'll always be a heartless son of a bitch, Kaleb Blackwell. I can't wait until someone breaks your heart and gives you a taste of your own medicine," she said as she left but not before she slammed the door so hard that it closed with a loud bang.

"Someone breaking my heart?" Kaleb snorted. "As if."

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"I heard from Synthia that you kicked Avery out the other night because you weren't able to you know," Holden paused, shook his head and placed a hand on Kaleb's shoulder. "It's all right, my friend. It's not easy sometimes. You just need more—Oof." The tan-skinned boy doubled over in pain as he clutched onto his stomach. The place where Kaleb had just punched.

"I didn't kick that girl out because I couldn't get it on. Just so you know, you gigolo, I was hard as hell when she was blowing me off but then when I got down to business, I found out was she loose as shit. Obviously I had to kick her out. There was no way in hell I was going to continue when I was turned off," Kaleb explained, not really caring about putting his business out there. He had nothing to hide. He had to defend himself.

"That's what I figured." Marcus nodded. "Avery isn't as appealing as she used to be; even I have to admit that. She's a little loose now, but since I'm the one who made her that way, I guess it's okay." A sly and smug smirk appeared on his face and Kaleb had the urge to punch him in the throat.

"What the fuck. You mean I had your sloppy seconds?" Kaleb scoffed.

"Dude, every girl you sleep with here is bound to be somebody's leftovers," Holden pointed out.

"Actually, that's not true," Peter argued as he looked up from his book. "I know of one girl whom nobody has touched yet and she just so happens to live in the same house as you, Kaleb."

"Peter, I will break your limbs if you say another word," Xavier warned in a dangerous tone. He was serious and they could all tell.

Peter threw his hands up in surrender, his book falling into his lap. "Hey, I'm just saying. I'm pretty sure that Irina girl is a virgin. There's nothing wrong with that."

"And how could you possibly know that? Did she tell you she was a virgin?" Kaleb questioned.

"She didn't have to," Holden butted in. "The first day we met her I could already tell she was one. There's just this unexplainable scent around virgins, you know? And she was so uncomfortable around us. I mean, I know I'm good looking and everything but she made it too obvious."

"I swear to God, if you don't stop talking about Irina I will not hold back," Xavier announced.

"Geez, what's wrong with you, Xavier? It's not like she's your mate or anything." Marcus snorted. "Speaking of your so-called mate, when are you going to introduce her to us, huh? I promise we won't hit on her. At least not behind your back." The tall male was obviously joking on the last part. He would never flirt with his best friend's girl. That was low, even for him.

At the mention of Lyra, Xavier grew rigid and cold. No one knew who is mate was other than Irina. He never got the chance to introduce them to each other and now he regretted that his friends would never be able to meet the love of his life. Since they didn't know his mate was once the eldest Princess of Elysium, they had no idea she was gone. Feeling the tears coming again, Xavier quickly spun around to conceal the evidence. "I'm going to check up on her. And if I come back and you guys are still talking about her like she's a piece of meat, you're dead," he said before leaving.

As he arrived at Irina's room, he knocked once before letting himself in. "Hey, I'm here again," he informed, even though he knew she wasn't going to reply. Next, he entered the room, pulled a chair over to the bed and took a seat. The girl was in the same position he had seen her in yesterday, causing him to sigh. "Irina, when are you going to come back to your senses?" There was, again, no response. "Your sister would be disappointed in you. So would your parents and your brothers."

He was trying to get a reaction out of her by speaking of her family and to his liking he saw her eyes skip over to him for a few seconds before they returned to the wall in front of her again. The boy had avoided the fragile topic of her family but now, it seemed like he had no other choice. It looked like the only way to evoke any type of response or emotion from the girl was to talk about them. "You know better than anyone else does that they wouldn't be happy with what you're doing to yourself right now, Irina. Just look at yourself. You haven't showered in days. You skip out on your meals and refuse to sleep. Why are you doing all of this?"

He was met with nothing but silence however he wasn't going to stop. "Can't you see how worried I am about you? I know this is all so sudden and I don't expect you to go back to the way you were before but please, stop doing all of this. The only one who's going to end up hurt is you. Don't you see how thinner you've become?" Xavier got up slowly and sat on the bed with her. He extended a hand to her face and just as he was about to stoke her pale cheek, she turned away.

"Look at me, Irina," he instructed gently. "I won't hurt you," he told her. "As long as I'm here I won't let any more horrible things happen to you, okay? Think of me as another brother, Irina. Think of me as your family from now on."

Gradually, the girl shifted his way and for the first time in a while, he saw something flicker behind her dull brown orbs. "But that's just it," she whispered brokenly. "You aren't."

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Author's Thoughts: I would say I'm embarrassed but I'm not because I thought what Kaleb did was just so funny that I can't take anything I wrote seriously lol. Also I will no longer warn about the smut so please prepare yourselves. But yay, Xavier is getting Irina to respond after so long.

Oh and their ages at this point are (in case you guys are wondering): Kaleb, Lucas, Marcus and Peter = 17 yo. Xavier, Holden, and Gabriel = 18 yo and Irina = 15 yo (turning 16 soon). Since there will be a five year time skip period: they will then be 21, 22 and 23 yo later on. Also just because she's young right now, doesn't mean anything. Remember she's a princess who was raised to be mature and sophisticated.