“I’ll wait, Ola. As long as it takes for you to submit to me.”
No, no, it can’t be Damianos. Literally anyone but him. My wolf is doing this because he’s the closest option, I tell myself. She’d fuck anyone with a pulse, right now. It doesn’t matter who. Or what species.
One mating. One mating is all I’ll need to be able to stand up and walk out of here with a clear head.
“Colby…” I start to croak, only to feel bile rise in my throat. My wolf pitches hard inside of me, like it would rather eject itself from my body than sleep with the human servant.
The intense nauseous feeling recedes as soon as I stop trying to call out to the much better alternative to Damianos Drákon.
But the crazy heat doesn’t. Another wave of arousal hits me with so much force, I moan and roll over onto my back. The ache…it hurts…it hurts. Every nerve ending in my body is tingling with sticky need. Even the air feels too heavy on my naked skin. And when I look down, I find my pussy visibly clenching.
I want to be touched. I need to be touched.
I’ve never felt like this before. How many times had I watched porn simulations and felt nothing but a faint curiosity? How many times had I wondered what it would be like to actually want to have sex? Sex is always a decision for unheated she-wolves made from a place of curiosity or opportunity. Never desire.
Either we go into sex knowing that it will be uncomfortable verging on painful, or we trust our partner enough to make it good for us.
We never make it good for ourselves. It’s just not an instinct any of us have.
But now…
Now the urge to touch myself, to rub at the ache between my legs overtakes me. Anything to relieve the painful need.
But no, I can’t. How many of my she-wolf ancestors did exactly that? So many that I already know what would happen if I gave in to the temptation… touching myself would only make the urge ten thousand times worse. So unbearable, I’d do anything to make it stop.
Including fucking my family’s mortal enemy.
“The first time with Xenon…it didn’t matter what he was. All I knew was that it had to be him.”
My twin sister’s story about how she came to be mated to a dragon floats through my mind. And for a moment, the lust threatens to overwhelm me. But then I grit my teeth and haul myself to my knees with a new plan.
I crawl back into the room.
“That didn’t take long at all, did it?” Damianos says as soon as I re-enter, his voice ringing with contemptuous delight. “Look how you drip heat as you literally come crawling back to me, Ola.”
And I thought I was a petty bitch.
I grit my teeth, and move right on past him, keeping my mind on the goal. But as soon as I start moving in the opposite direction of him, crawling becomes hard. It feels like I’m inching through quicksand, and my knees give out.
But I don’t give up. I can’t give up. I drag myself across the floor until I reach the bed.
“Are you truly attempting to chain yourself up so that you won’t submit to me?” Damianos ask behind me, his voice dark and chiding.
Ignoring him, I narrow my eyes on the silver cuff still dangling from the bedpost. It takes every bit of energy I have left to heave my arms up onto the mattress.
But just as I reach out for the silver cuff, it disappears from my sight.
Damianos simply removes the cuff from the bedpost and says, “Bathroom open.”
The bathroom door slides open and he tosses the cuff inside.
I turn to rush toward the bathroom, because even better if I can lock the door behind me, and chain myself up to something in there. But the door slides back closed before the new plan is fully finished forming.
“Bathroom lock,” the dragon towering over me says, the words precise and clipped.
The doors answering electronic whir tells me why my plan never would have worked. He’s got the house on voice command. Fucking bastard!
But it’s just me and that fucking bastard now. And the heat pulsing like a violent animal between us.
He goes back over to the chair and turns it to face me with precise, deliberate movements. Then he sits down and beckons me forward. Like a king on his throne. His eyes hot and hungry. For me.
My entire body trembles with the effort not to respond to that raw hunger, not to let him consume me. I shouldn’t… I can’t… I somehow manage to drag myself all the way on to the bed. There I lie back and close my eyes, blocking him out as I try to come up with a new plan.