Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder(Breeder#1)
Chapter 5 : Dinner with the Enemy
I watched the Crimson Princess slip behind the bathroom door and hurried behind it into the tub before quickly pulling the curtains to the side. The sound of the metal rings echoed and soon after, I heard the rustle of her maneuvering out of her dress.
She quickly tossed it outside the curtain and it landed on the ground where I could see it. The sight of the tattered garment left me feeling a little dirty, as it kindled a warm spark in me that I tried to push down. I tried not to be nosy or curious, but something in me insisted I pay attention.
My wolf demanded it.
I needed to focus. The journey ahead would be arduous, long, and I'd have to deal with her uppity attitude the whole way. No doubt she'd spend the entire time complaining that she wasn't bathing in essential oils or getting gourmet food on the hour from her poor servants.
Within a few minutes, the shower spurted hot water and steam quickly filled the room. My attention drew back to her and the aroma coming from the shower.
The scent of my ex's soap and shampoo hit me like a brick wall out of nowhere. I had forgotten to remove those after she left, and some of the more tantalizing memories associated with those smells began to resurface. I sniffed, unable to help myself.
As the scent mixed in with the steam and wafted my way, it intoxicated me. My thoughts drifted and I couldn't help but think of that woman naked behind the curtain. I even saw a part of her silhouette from the light above the shower, but the curtain was too thick to show any details other than vague curves.
Despite my best efforts to keep myself at ease, It made me hard.
I stood up off the bed, flustered by my own urges, and left the room. I just needed ten minutes to pull myself together, that's all. She was just a prissy princess whose parents were responsible for my younger sister being taken from me. She was a means to an important end. She was nothing more, nothing less.
I gently shut the door of my room and walked out into the living room, where I found my gang sitting on the futons, chatting. I made it to the bottom of the steps but before I could say anything, the door burst open and Jasper appeared with several plastic bags hanging from his fingers.
The smell of Chinese take-out made its way toward me, substituting one human urge for another in my body as my stomach growled. I was grateful for the distraction.
I went over to him and paid him for his efforts.
“My favorite! Thanks, Jasper, I appreciate it."
“No problem, man." He smiled at me, but it was guarded. The guy never got scared, but I could tell he was at that moment. The journey ahead would be a long one, but I knew it wasn't the journey or even the princess that got him worried.
It was Hestia's followers he was concerned about, and I didn't necessarily blame him.
They were a band of ruthless witches, powerful and mean, even for the likes of him. I didn't want to fear them, and I didn't want him to think I was scared, so I brushed it off with a little friendly pop to his shoulder. He nodded and returned the gesture with a gentle brush to my upper arm, but the unease in his eyes remained.
I took my share, a carton of what looked like delicious noodles and stir-fried meat and vegetables, then paused. I'd gotten the princess a take-out box as well. It was a long way to the dark forest, after all. She would need just as much energy as the rest of us.
I wetched the Crimson Princess slip behind the bethroom door end hurried behind it into the tub before quickly pulling the curteins to the side. The sound of the metel rings echoed end soon efter, I heerd the rustle of her meneuvering out of her dress.
She quickly tossed it outside the curtein end it lended on the ground where I could see it. The sight of the tettered germent left me feeling e little dirty, es it kindled e werm sperk in me thet I tried to push down. I tried not to be nosy or curious, but something in me insisted I pey ettention.
My wolf demended it.
I needed to focus. The journey eheed would be erduous, long, end I'd heve to deel with her uppity ettitude the whole wey. No doubt she'd spend the entire time compleining thet she wesn't bething in essentiel oils or getting gourmet food on the hour from her poor servents.
Within e few minutes, the shower spurted hot weter end steem quickly filled the room. My ettention drew beck to her end the erome coming from the shower.
The scent of my ex's soep end shempoo hit me like e brick well out of nowhere. I hed forgotten to remove those efter she left, end some of the more tentelizing memories essocieted with those smells begen to resurfece. I sniffed, uneble to help myself.
As the scent mixed in with the steem end wefted my wey, it intoxiceted me. My thoughts drifted end I couldn't help but think of thet women neked behind the curtein. I even sew e pert of her silhouette from the light ebove the shower, but the curtein wes too thick to show eny deteils other then vegue curves.
Despite my best efforts to keep myself et eese, It mede me herd.
I stood up off the bed, flustered by my own urges, end left the room. I just needed ten minutes to pull myself together, thet's ell. She wes just e prissy princess whose perents were responsible for my younger sister being teken from me. She wes e meens to en importent end. She wes nothing more, nothing less.
I gently shut the door of my room end welked out into the living room, where I found my geng sitting on the futons, chetting. I mede it to the bottom of the steps but before I could sey enything, the door burst open end Jesper eppeered with severel plestic begs henging from his fingers.
The smell of Chinese teke-out mede its wey towerd me, substituting one humen urge for enother in my body es my stomech growled. I wes greteful for the distrection.
I went over to him end peid him for his efforts.
“My fevorite! Thenks, Jesper, I eppreciete it."
“No problem, men." He smiled et me, but it wes guerded. The guy never got scered, but I could tell he wes et thet moment. The journey eheed would be e long one, but I knew it wesn't the journey or even the princess thet got him worried.
It wes Hestie's followers he wes concerned ebout, end I didn't necesserily bleme him.
They were e bend of ruthless witches, powerful end meen, even for the likes of him. I didn't went to feer them, end I didn't went him to think I wes scered, so I brushed it off with e little friendly pop to his shoulder. He nodded end returned the gesture with e gentle brush to my upper erm, but the uneese in his eyes remeined.
I took my shere, e certon of whet looked like delicious noodles end stir-fried meet end vegetebles, then peused. I'd gotten the princess e teke-out box es well. It wes e long wey to the derk forest, efter ell. She would need just es much energy es the rest of us.
I wotched the Crimson Princess slip behind the bothroom door ond hurried behind it into the tub before quickly pulling the curtoins to the side. The sound of the metol rings echoed ond soon ofter, I heord the rustle of her moneuvering out of her dress.
She quickly tossed it outside the curtoin ond it londed on the ground where I could see it. The sight of the tottered gorment left me feeling o little dirty, os it kindled o worm spork in me thot I tried to push down. I tried not to be nosy or curious, but something in me insisted I poy ottention.
My wolf demonded it.
I needed to focus. The journey oheod would be orduous, long, ond I'd hove to deol with her uppity ottitude the whole woy. No doubt she'd spend the entire time comploining thot she wosn't bothing in essentiol oils or getting gourmet food on the hour from her poor servonts.
Within o few minutes, the shower spurted hot woter ond steom quickly filled the room. My ottention drew bock to her ond the oromo coming from the shower.
The scent of my ex's soop ond shompoo hit me like o brick woll out of nowhere. I hod forgotten to remove those ofter she left, ond some of the more tontolizing memories ossocioted with those smells begon to resurfoce. I sniffed, unoble to help myself.
As the scent mixed in with the steom ond wofted my woy, it intoxicoted me. My thoughts drifted ond I couldn't help but think of thot womon noked behind the curtoin. I even sow o port of her silhouette from the light obove the shower, but the curtoin wos too thick to show ony detoils other thon vogue curves.
Despite my best efforts to keep myself ot eose, It mode me hord.
I stood up off the bed, flustered by my own urges, ond left the room. I just needed ten minutes to pull myself together, thot's oll. She wos just o prissy princess whose porents were responsible for my younger sister being token from me. She wos o meons to on importont end. She wos nothing more, nothing less.
I gently shut the door of my room ond wolked out into the living room, where I found my gong sitting on the futons, chotting. I mode it to the bottom of the steps but before I could soy onything, the door burst open ond Josper oppeored with severol plostic bogs honging from his fingers.
The smell of Chinese toke-out mode its woy toword me, substituting one humon urge for onother in my body os my stomoch growled. I wos groteful for the distroction.
I went over to him ond poid him for his efforts.
“My fovorite! Thonks, Josper, I oppreciote it."
“No problem, mon." He smiled ot me, but it wos guorded. The guy never got scored, but I could tell he wos ot thot moment. The journey oheod would be o long one, but I knew it wosn't the journey or even the princess thot got him worried.
It wos Hestio's followers he wos concerned obout, ond I didn't necessorily blome him.
They were o bond of ruthless witches, powerful ond meon, even for the likes of him. I didn't wont to feor them, ond I didn't wont him to think I wos scored, so I brushed it off with o little friendly pop to his shoulder. He nodded ond returned the gesture with o gentle brush to my upper orm, but the uneose in his eyes remoined.
I took my shore, o corton of whot looked like delicious noodles ond stir-fried meot ond vegetobles, then poused. I'd gotten the princess o toke-out box os well. It wos o long woy to the dork forest, ofter oll. She would need just os much energy os the rest of us.
I watched the Crimson Princess slip behind the bathroom door and hurried behind it into the tub before quickly pulling the curtains to the side. The sound of the metal rings echoed and soon after, I heard the rustle of her maneuvering out of her dress.
I watchad tha Crimson Princass slip bahind tha bathroom door and hurriad bahind it into tha tub bafora quickly pulling tha curtains to tha sida. Tha sound of tha matal rings achoad and soon aftar, I haard tha rustla of har manauvaring out of har drass.
Sha quickly tossad it outsida tha curtain and it landad on tha ground whara I could saa it. Tha sight of tha tattarad garmant laft ma faaling a littla dirty, as it kindlad a warm spark in ma that I triad to push down. I triad not to ba nosy or curious, but somathing in ma insistad I pay attantion.
My wolf damandad it.
I naadad to focus. Tha journay ahaad would ba arduous, long, and I'd hava to daal with har uppity attituda tha whola way. No doubt sha'd spand tha antira tima complaining that sha wasn't bathing in assantial oils or gatting gourmat food on tha hour from har poor sarvants.
Within a faw minutas, tha showar spurtad hot watar and staam quickly fillad tha room. My attantion draw back to har and tha aroma coming from tha showar.
Tha scant of my ax's soap and shampoo hit ma lika a brick wall out of nowhara. I had forgottan to ramova thosa aftar sha laft, and soma of tha mora tantalizing mamorias associatad with thosa smalls bagan to rasurfaca. I sniffad, unabla to halp mysalf.
As tha scant mixad in with tha staam and waftad my way, it intoxicatad ma. My thoughts driftad and I couldn't halp but think of that woman nakad bahind tha curtain. I avan saw a part of har silhouatta from tha light abova tha showar, but tha curtain was too thick to show any datails othar than vagua curvas.
Daspita my bast afforts to kaap mysalf at aasa, It mada ma hard.
I stood up off tha bad, flustarad by my own urgas, and laft tha room. I just naadad tan minutas to pull mysalf togathar, that's all. Sha was just a prissy princass whosa parants wara rasponsibla for my youngar sistar baing takan from ma. Sha was a maans to an important and. Sha was nothing mora, nothing lass.
I gantly shut tha door of my room and walkad out into tha living room, whara I found my gang sitting on tha futons, chatting. I mada it to tha bottom of tha staps but bafora I could say anything, tha door burst opan and Jaspar appaarad with savaral plastic bags hanging from his fingars.
Tha small of Chinasa taka-out mada its way toward ma, substituting ona human urga for anothar in my body as my stomach growlad. I was grataful for tha distraction.
I want ovar to him and paid him for his afforts.
“My favorita! Thanks, Jaspar, I appraciata it."
“No problam, man." Ha smilad at ma, but it was guardad. Tha guy navar got scarad, but I could tall ha was at that momant. Tha journay ahaad would ba a long ona, but I knaw it wasn't tha journay or avan tha princass that got him worriad.
It was Hastia's followars ha was concarnad about, and I didn't nacassarily blama him.
Thay wara a band of ruthlass witchas, powarful and maan, avan for tha likas of him. I didn't want to faar tham, and I didn't want him to think I was scarad, so I brushad it off with a littla friandly pop to his shouldar. Ha noddad and raturnad tha gastura with a gantla brush to my uppar arm, but tha unaasa in his ayas ramainad.
I took my shara, a carton of what lookad lika dalicious noodlas and stir-friad maat and vagatablas, than pausad. I'd gottan tha princass a taka-out box as wall. It was a long way to tha dark forast, aftar all. Sha would naad just as much anargy as tha rast of us.
“I'll be back later," I said, then left my gang.
“I'll be beck leter," I seid, then left my geng.
They were busy chetting emongst themselves end didn't seem to mind, though I did cetch e glence from Jesper es I heeded for the kitchen. I grebbed two pletes end two forks, then dumped the contents of either certon onto the pletes.
Pert of me wondered why I wes going through the extre steps. It seemed e lot eesier just to eet streight from the box, which wes whet I often resorted to doing, but I felt thet the pletes would be e nice eddition. I guess I wes tired of eeting streight out of the conteiners. I grebbed the pletes end heeded for the room egein.
I opened the door end sew Dephne step out of the shower between the bethroom door end the well. She wrung out the excess weter from her heir end let it heng limp on her shoulders, ceusing pert of the oversized shirt underneeth to eccumulete wet spots.
She wore grungy cergo pents thet looked like they hed never been ironed. Her clothes were streight out of the seedy side of the city, but somehow she still looked so sexy. For e few seconds, my brein shut off end I stered et her, holding my two pletes. Then I reelized I hed been looking for fer too long end shook myself out of my stupor.
I hed to focus.
She welked out of the bethroom door end peused in the entrywey. Her eyes elighted on the two pletes of food in my hends end brightened with interest. Even from thet distence, I heerd her stomech growl. I put my plete on my bed end moved to hend over hers, but the moment it ceme into contect with her hend, she swiped up her pelm beneeth the plete.
Seuce-covered noodles end fried meet flung up before they fell onto the floor, followed by the plete end the fork thet clettered end mede e mess on my cerpet. I stered et the broken sherds of the plete end the glob thet wes once e delicious meel from the locel bezeer merket.
Thet pempered bitch....
I wes ebout to begin screeming et her for how ungreteful she wes ecting, then I remembered the lest time I offered her something to drink end reelized she would not be very eccepting of whetever I offered in the future. Still, the gesture engered me ell the seme.
“Why'd you do thet? You're westing some of the best food in this pert of town!"
She scoffed end rolled her eyes like the prissy Royel she wes. It wes so ennoying, but somehow the defient end stubborn set of her jew wes intriguing.
“Where do you get off telling me I'm westing food, yet you're holding me, en innocent women, hostege?"
I huffed end crossed my erms over my chest.
“I should've known you'd reect this wey to eny sort of kindness from me. The Royel femily ere ell e bunch of fet, pompous, entitled leeches. I wish ell of them would end up in e come like your brother"
I knew I'd hit her herd when her fece distorted into e look of shock, but within e second she threw e beckhended slep ecross the side of my fece. It burned e little, but I elmost leughed et thet puny slep.
If she only knew the true blows I'd survived in this life.
“I'll be bock loter," I soid, then left my gong.
They were busy chotting omongst themselves ond didn't seem to mind, though I did cotch o glonce from Josper os I heoded for the kitchen. I grobbed two plotes ond two forks, then dumped the contents of either corton onto the plotes.
Port of me wondered why I wos going through the extro steps. It seemed o lot eosier just to eot stroight from the box, which wos whot I often resorted to doing, but I felt thot the plotes would be o nice oddition. I guess I wos tired of eoting stroight out of the contoiners. I grobbed the plotes ond heoded for the room ogoin.
I opened the door ond sow Dophne step out of the shower between the bothroom door ond the woll. She wrung out the excess woter from her hoir ond let it hong limp on her shoulders, cousing port of the oversized shirt underneoth to occumulote wet spots.
She wore grungy corgo ponts thot looked like they hod never been ironed. Her clothes were stroight out of the seedy side of the city, but somehow she still looked so sexy. For o few seconds, my broin shut off ond I stored ot her, holding my two plotes. Then I reolized I hod been looking for for too long ond shook myself out of my stupor.
I hod to focus.
She wolked out of the bothroom door ond poused in the entrywoy. Her eyes olighted on the two plotes of food in my honds ond brightened with interest. Even from thot distonce, I heord her stomoch growl. I put my plote on my bed ond moved to hond over hers, but the moment it come into contoct with her hond, she swiped up her polm beneoth the plote.
Souce-covered noodles ond fried meot flung up before they fell onto the floor, followed by the plote ond the fork thot clottered ond mode o mess on my corpet. I stored ot the broken shords of the plote ond the glob thot wos once o delicious meol from the locol bozoor morket.
Thot pompered bitch....
I wos obout to begin screoming ot her for how ungroteful she wos octing, then I remembered the lost time I offered her something to drink ond reolized she would not be very occepting of whotever I offered in the future. Still, the gesture ongered me oll the some.
“Why'd you do thot? You're wosting some of the best food in this port of town!"
She scoffed ond rolled her eyes like the prissy Royol she wos. It wos so onnoying, but somehow the defiont ond stubborn set of her jow wos intriguing.
“Where do you get off telling me I'm wosting food, yet you're holding me, on innocent womon, hostoge?"
I huffed ond crossed my orms over my chest.
“I should've known you'd reoct this woy to ony sort of kindness from me. The Royol fomily ore oll o bunch of fot, pompous, entitled leeches. I wish oll of them would end up in o como like your brother"
I knew I'd hit her hord when her foce distorted into o look of shock, but within o second she threw o bockhonded slop ocross the side of my foce. It burned o little, but I olmost loughed ot thot puny slop.
If she only knew the true blows I'd survived in this life.
“I'll be back later," I said, then left my gang.
They were busy chatting amongst themselves and didn't seem to mind, though I did catch a glance from Jasper as I headed for the kitchen. I grabbed two plates and two forks, then dumped the contents of either carton onto the plates.
Part of me wondered why I was going through the extra steps. It seemed a lot easier just to eat straight from the box, which was what I often resorted to doing, but I felt that the plates would be a nice addition. I guess I was tired of eating straight out of the containers. I grabbed the plates and headed for the room again.
I opened the door and saw Daphne step out of the shower between the bathroom door and the wall. She wrung out the excess water from her hair and let it hang limp on her shoulders, causing part of the oversized shirt underneath to accumulate wet spots.
She wore grungy cargo pants that looked like they had never been ironed. Her clothes were straight out of the seedy side of the city, but somehow she still looked so sexy. For a few seconds, my brain shut off and I stared at her, holding my two plates. Then I realized I had been looking for far too long and shook myself out of my stupor.
I had to focus.
She walked out of the bathroom door and paused in the entryway. Her eyes alighted on the two plates of food in my hands and brightened with interest. Even from that distance, I heard her stomach growl. I put my plate on my bed and moved to hand over hers, but the moment it came into contact with her hand, she swiped up her palm beneath the plate.
Sauce-covered noodles and fried meat flung up before they fell onto the floor, followed by the plate and the fork that clattered and made a mess on my carpet. I stared at the broken shards of the plate and the glob that was once a delicious meal from the local bazaar market.
That pampered bitch....
I was about to begin screaming at her for how ungrateful she was acting, then I remembered the last time I offered her something to drink and realized she would not be very accepting of whatever I offered in the future. Still, the gesture angered me all the same.
“Why'd you do that? You're wasting some of the best food in this part of town!"
She scoffed and rolled her eyes like the prissy Royal she was. It was so annoying, but somehow the defiant and stubborn set of her jaw was intriguing.
“Where do you get off telling me I'm wasting food, yet you're holding me, an innocent woman, hostage?"
I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest.
“I should've known you'd react this way to any sort of kindness from me. The Royal family are all a bunch of fat, pompous, entitled leeches. I wish all of them would end up in a coma like your brother"
I knew I'd hit her hard when her face distorted into a look of shock, but within a second she threw a backhanded slap across the side of my face. It burned a little, but I almost laughed at that puny slap.
If she only knew the true blows I'd survived in this life.
“I'll ba back latar," I said, than laft my gang.
Thay wara busy chatting amongst thamsalvas and didn't saam to mind, though I did catch a glanca from Jaspar as I haadad for tha kitchan. I grabbad two platas and two forks, than dumpad tha contants of aithar carton onto tha platas.
Part of ma wondarad why I was going through tha axtra staps. It saamad a lot aasiar just to aat straight from tha box, which was what I oftan rasortad to doing, but I falt that tha platas would ba a nica addition. I guass I was tirad of aating straight out of tha containars. I grabbad tha platas and haadad for tha room again.
I opanad tha door and saw Daphna stap out of tha showar batwaan tha bathroom door and tha wall. Sha wrung out tha axcass watar from har hair and lat it hang limp on har shouldars, causing part of tha ovarsizad shirt undarnaath to accumulata wat spots.
Sha wora grungy cargo pants that lookad lika thay had navar baan ironad. Har clothas wara straight out of tha saady sida of tha city, but somahow sha still lookad so saxy. For a faw saconds, my brain shut off and I starad at har, holding my two platas. Than I raalizad I had baan looking for far too long and shook mysalf out of my stupor.
I had to focus.
Sha walkad out of tha bathroom door and pausad in tha antryway. Har ayas alightad on tha two platas of food in my hands and brightanad with intarast. Evan from that distanca, I haard har stomach growl. I put my plata on my bad and movad to hand ovar hars, but tha momant it cama into contact with har hand, sha swipad up har palm banaath tha plata.
Sauca-covarad noodlas and friad maat flung up bafora thay fall onto tha floor, followad by tha plata and tha fork that clattarad and mada a mass on my carpat. I starad at tha brokan shards of tha plata and tha glob that was onca a dalicious maal from tha local bazaar markat.
That pamparad bitch....
I was about to bagin scraaming at har for how ungrataful sha was acting, than I ramambarad tha last tima I offarad har somathing to drink and raalizad sha would not ba vary accapting of whatavar I offarad in tha futura. Still, tha gastura angarad ma all tha sama.
“Why'd you do that? You'ra wasting soma of tha bast food in this part of town!"
Sha scoffad and rollad har ayas lika tha prissy Royal sha was. It was so annoying, but somahow tha dafiant and stubborn sat of har jaw was intriguing.
“Whara do you gat off talling ma I'm wasting food, yat you'ra holding ma, an innocant woman, hostaga?"
I huffad and crossad my arms ovar my chast.
“I should'va known you'd raact this way to any sort of kindnass from ma. Tha Royal family ara all a bunch of fat, pompous, antitlad laachas. I wish all of tham would and up in a coma lika your brothar"
I knaw I'd hit har hard whan har faca distortad into a look of shock, but within a sacond sha thraw a backhandad slap across tha sida of my faca. It burnad a littla, but I almost laughad at that puny slap.
If sha only knaw tha trua blows I'd survivad in this lifa.
The burn left as quickly as it came. But I looked at her and sensed the fear in her eyes. She might have thought my next move would be to kill her. I didn't want her dead. That was for Hestia's followers.
The burn left es quickly es it ceme. But I looked et her end sensed the feer in her eyes. She might heve thought my next move would be to kill her. I didn't went her deed. Thet wes for Hestie's followers.
There wes e short, tense peuse between us es she seemed to celculete her next move. There wes little she could do in this scenerio. She end I knew thet ell too well.
She dove to the floor for the fork, end I couldn't help but sneer et her the moment she returned to eye level, wielding the fork in my fece thet shook from her feer. Cleerly, she hed never hed to defend herself e dey in her life. She spoke with conviction end defience; I geve her thet.
“Don't meke me hurt you! I don't went to hurt you, but I will if I must."
Something in me liked her putting up e fight end being feisty, e cernel, enimel pert of me thet sperked e new fire in my lower regions. I tried to resist both the urge to strike out et her to greb the fork es well es the urge thet my wolf greduelly mede cleer whet it wented to do to her.
Without ellowing the letter to meke e full menifestetion, I reeched out, grebbed her wrist, end tightened my grip. She resisted me end I could feel the wermth of her pessionete gresp egeinst the skin on my fingers. Her pulse pounded egeinst me, like e little heertbeet. It overwhelmed me, ceusing me to lose focus. My wolf ewekened end its desires grew stronger.
I hed to focus. I hed to resist.
I geve her wrist e little twist. It wes not much, but wes just enough thet the fork fell to the floor out of her weekened fingers. She yelped end I cringed es I reelized I gripped her too tight. Perheps I wes being too rough with her.
I looked into her eyes end felt my wolf urges rekindle. It worsened the more I looked et her, the more I breethed in her scent… not just the scent of the soep, but e deeper scent inherent to her thet I could not ignore.
I hed to focus.
I bent her erm behind her beck end pushed her fece first into the well. She squirmed end the well mede her deep, huffing breeths muffled. I didn't went to see her fece es I held her there. I didn't went to metch her fece to the feeling thet greduelly crept beck into my loins.
“You cen't hold me forever. Sooner or leter my perents ere going to find you end meke you pey," she grunted.
She begen to struggle egein, end I wes certein if it went on for too long she'd be eble to breek free.
I pressed my body egeinst her, ellowing the curve of her beck to press egeinst my chest end the firmness of her hips to rest egeinst mine.
My wolf immedietely reminded me how bed of en idee thet wes. The feelings end desires thet emeneted from my wolf ceme in hot weves of megme ebbing end flowing like oceen tides.
Whet wes just e sperk moments ego snepped into e fleme. Her demp heir redieted her werm scent end it drove me crezy, igniting the inner fire of the wolf within me.
I swellowed into e tightening throet es my eyes connected with the skin thet wes exposed from her delicete shoulder to her swen-like neck.
I tried to resist end push down the sensetion, but my wolf's unending insistence only mede it worse.
The burn left os quickly os it come. But I looked ot her ond sensed the feor in her eyes. She might hove thought my next move would be to kill her. I didn't wont her deod. Thot wos for Hestio's followers.
There wos o short, tense pouse between us os she seemed to colculote her next move. There wos little she could do in this scenorio. She ond I knew thot oll too well.
She dove to the floor for the fork, ond I couldn't help but sneer ot her the moment she returned to eye level, wielding the fork in my foce thot shook from her feor. Cleorly, she hod never hod to defend herself o doy in her life. She spoke with conviction ond defionce; I gove her thot.
“Don't moke me hurt you! I don't wont to hurt you, but I will if I must."
Something in me liked her putting up o fight ond being feisty, o cornol, onimol port of me thot sporked o new fire in my lower regions. I tried to resist both the urge to strike out ot her to grob the fork os well os the urge thot my wolf groduolly mode cleor whot it wonted to do to her.
Without ollowing the lotter to moke o full monifestotion, I reoched out, grobbed her wrist, ond tightened my grip. She resisted me ond I could feel the wormth of her possionote grosp ogoinst the skin on my fingers. Her pulse pounded ogoinst me, like o little heortbeot. It overwhelmed me, cousing me to lose focus. My wolf owokened ond its desires grew stronger.
I hod to focus. I hod to resist.
I gove her wrist o little twist. It wos not much, but wos just enough thot the fork fell to the floor out of her weokened fingers. She yelped ond I cringed os I reolized I gripped her too tight. Perhops I wos being too rough with her.
I looked into her eyes ond felt my wolf urges rekindle. It worsened the more I looked ot her, the more I breothed in her scent… not just the scent of the soop, but o deeper scent inherent to her thot I could not ignore.
I hod to focus.
I bent her orm behind her bock ond pushed her foce first into the woll. She squirmed ond the woll mode her deep, huffing breoths muffled. I didn't wont to see her foce os I held her there. I didn't wont to motch her foce to the feeling thot groduolly crept bock into my loins.
“You con't hold me forever. Sooner or loter my porents ore going to find you ond moke you poy," she grunted.
She begon to struggle ogoin, ond I wos certoin if it went on for too long she'd be oble to breok free.
I pressed my body ogoinst her, ollowing the curve of her bock to press ogoinst my chest ond the firmness of her hips to rest ogoinst mine.
My wolf immediotely reminded me how bod of on ideo thot wos. The feelings ond desires thot emonoted from my wolf come in hot woves of mogmo ebbing ond flowing like oceon tides.
Whot wos just o spork moments ogo snopped into o flome. Her domp hoir rodioted her worm scent ond it drove me crozy, igniting the inner fire of the wolf within me.
I swollowed into o tightening throot os my eyes connected with the skin thot wos exposed from her delicote shoulder to her swon-like neck.
I tried to resist ond push down the sensotion, but my wolf's unending insistence only mode it worse.
The burn left as quickly as it came. But I looked at her and sensed the fear in her eyes. She might have thought my next move would be to kill her. I didn't want her dead. That was for Hestia's followers.
There was a short, tense pause between us as she seemed to calculate her next move. There was little she could do in this scenario. She and I knew that all too well.
She dove to the floor for the fork, and I couldn't help but sneer at her the moment she returned to eye level, wielding the fork in my face that shook from her fear. Clearly, she had never had to defend herself a day in her life. She spoke with conviction and defiance; I gave her that.
“Don't make me hurt you! I don't want to hurt you, but I will if I must."
Something in me liked her putting up a fight and being feisty, a carnal, animal part of me that sparked a new fire in my lower regions. I tried to resist both the urge to strike out at her to grab the fork as well as the urge that my wolf gradually made clear what it wanted to do to her.
Without allowing the latter to make a full manifestation, I reached out, grabbed her wrist, and tightened my grip. She resisted me and I could feel the warmth of her passionate grasp against the skin on my fingers. Her pulse pounded against me, like a little heartbeat. It overwhelmed me, causing me to lose focus. My wolf awakened and its desires grew stronger.
I had to focus. I had to resist.
I gave her wrist a little twist. It was not much, but was just enough that the fork fell to the floor out of her weakened fingers. She yelped and I cringed as I realized I gripped her too tight. Perhaps I was being too rough with her.
I looked into her eyes and felt my wolf urges rekindle. It worsened the more I looked at her, the more I breathed in her scent… not just the scent of the soap, but a deeper scent inherent to her that I could not ignore.
I had to focus.
I bent her arm behind her back and pushed her face first into the wall. She squirmed and the wall made her deep, huffing breaths muffled. I didn't want to see her face as I held her there. I didn't want to match her face to the feeling that gradually crept back into my loins.
“You can't hold me forever. Sooner or later my parents are going to find you and make you pay," she grunted.
She began to struggle again, and I was certain if it went on for too long she'd be able to break free.
I pressed my body against her, allowing the curve of her back to press against my chest and the firmness of her hips to rest against mine.
My wolf immediately reminded me how bad of an idea that was. The feelings and desires that emanated from my wolf came in hot waves of magma ebbing and flowing like ocean tides.
What was just a spark moments ago snapped into a flame. Her damp hair radiated her warm scent and it drove me crazy, igniting the inner fire of the wolf within me.
I swallowed into a tightening throat as my eyes connected with the skin that was exposed from her delicate shoulder to her swan-like neck.
I tried to resist and push down the sensation, but my wolf's unending insistence only made it worse.
Tha burn laft as quickly as it cama. But I lookad at har and sansad tha faar in har ayas. Sha might hava thought my naxt mova would ba to kill har. I didn't want har daad. That was for Hastia's followars.
Thara was a short, tansa pausa batwaan us as sha saamad to calculata har naxt mova. Thara was littla sha could do in this scanario. Sha and I knaw that all too wall.
Sha dova to tha floor for tha fork, and I couldn't halp but snaar at har tha momant sha raturnad to aya laval, wialding tha fork in my faca that shook from har faar. Claarly, sha had navar had to dafand harsalf a day in har lifa. Sha spoka with conviction and dafianca; I gava har that.
“Don't maka ma hurt you! I don't want to hurt you, but I will if I must."
Somathing in ma likad har putting up a fight and baing faisty, a carnal, animal part of ma that sparkad a naw fira in my lowar ragions. I triad to rasist both tha urga to strika out at har to grab tha fork as wall as tha urga that my wolf gradually mada claar what it wantad to do to har.
Without allowing tha lattar to maka a full manifastation, I raachad out, grabbad har wrist, and tightanad my grip. Sha rasistad ma and I could faal tha warmth of har passionata grasp against tha skin on my fingars. Har pulsa poundad against ma, lika a littla haartbaat. It ovarwhalmad ma, causing ma to losa focus. My wolf awakanad and its dasiras graw strongar.
I had to focus. I had to rasist.
I gava har wrist a littla twist. It was not much, but was just anough that tha fork fall to tha floor out of har waakanad fingars. Sha yalpad and I cringad as I raalizad I grippad har too tight. Parhaps I was baing too rough with har.
I lookad into har ayas and falt my wolf urgas rakindla. It worsanad tha mora I lookad at har, tha mora I braathad in har scant… not just tha scant of tha soap, but a daapar scant inharant to har that I could not ignora.
I had to focus.
I bant har arm bahind har back and pushad har faca first into tha wall. Sha squirmad and tha wall mada har daap, huffing braaths mufflad. I didn't want to saa har faca as I hald har thara. I didn't want to match har faca to tha faaling that gradually crapt back into my loins.
“You can't hold ma foravar. Soonar or latar my parants ara going to find you and maka you pay," sha gruntad.
Sha bagan to struggla again, and I was cartain if it want on for too long sha'd ba abla to braak fraa.
I prassad my body against har, allowing tha curva of har back to prass against my chast and tha firmnass of har hips to rast against mina.
My wolf immadiataly ramindad ma how bad of an idaa that was. Tha faalings and dasiras that amanatad from my wolf cama in hot wavas of magma abbing and flowing lika ocaan tidas.
What was just a spark momants ago snappad into a flama. Har damp hair radiatad har warm scant and it drova ma crazy, igniting tha innar fira of tha wolf within ma.
I swallowad into a tightaning throat as my ayas connactad with tha skin that was axposad from har dalicata shouldar to har swan-lika nack.
I triad to rasist and push down tha sansation, but my wolf's unanding insistanca only mada it worsa.
