She refused to budge her arm.
So much stronger than her, he took a solid grip of her wrist, and forced her shield from her chest.
Every muscle in her body went stiff. The arm he held shook, her breath grew shallow, and she was moments away from screaming for help.
Purring all the louder, his eyes tracked over the swell of a generous bosom. “You are a pretty one, renegade.”
Towel forgotten, he measured the weight of her right breast. His fingers pawed and explored, a determined thumb swirling her nipple.
Seeing that pink flesh grow tight, his breath caught, voice husky from excitement. “Tell me, has another male touched you this way?”
There had been caresses from boys in the village, a few stolen kisses, but none would have dared to grab her b
reasts. The fact a stranger was doing it now, that he still held her captive by one arm, was mortifying. “You mean without permission?”
The corner of his lip ticked upward. He was not at all ashamed. “Upon your initial examination your hymen was found partly ruptured before it was removed for your future comfort—”
She abandoned boring a hole in the wall with her eyes, slack-jawed. “What?”
“Here.” He moved the towel to her mound, tapping where she pressed her legs together as if to block his view. “Your hymen.”
She knew what a hymen was, and could not believe that some stranger had examined her close enough between her legs to see it.
Face turning red with a blend of fury and embarrassment, trying to think up something worthy to shriek, Morgaine was silenced by the Alpha’s next probe. “Have you touched yourself there? Slipped your fingers into your body? Did you use a tool to stimulate yourself? Or was it a Beta’s attentions that damaged the membrane?”
“That is none of your business!”
“Actually, it is very much my business.”
This was not to be borne. Degraded, Morgaine sneered and tried her damnedest to appear as undesirable as possible. “I have lain with many of the boys in my village.”
Her answer amused him, Esin grinning. “Boys? Not men?”
“Uhh.” Awkward in her reply, Morgaine fumbled. “I meant men. Lots of men.”
“And you are lying.” Chuckling, he ogled her body, tracing the embarrassed flush on her breasts. “You have never been with a boy or a man... let alone many of them. It was your own fingers that did the damage. Either that, or your age thinned it in preparation of your first estrous.”
Of course she had explored that part of her body in the dark, but only a few times when her mother was out of their small one-roomed dwelling. And this brute had the gall to laugh at her? “How would you feel if I asked you intimate questions about your body?”
Eyes instantly smoldering, Esin licked his lips. “You can ask me anything. Anything you want.” He drew closer, the towel falling from his hands so he might grip the nip of her waist. “Ask to see my body. Ask to touch me.”
He pulled her flush and began to rub his body over chill-prickled flesh. Hard muscle and foreign fabric… the smell of a male, Morgaine could not push it off, evade, or even find the words to complain.
“Right now I am hard and eager to be inside you.” He groaned at her ear. “I know you can smell it. You’ve been sniffing the air since I walked into the room. Just as I can smell you. My arousal makes you nervous, virgin renegade.”
Hearing him speak so, hands to his stomach in an attempt to push away, she couldn’t help but see that between his hips, fabric tented with a clear outline of an erection far bigger than any she’d seen in Esmeralda’s mauling.
“There is only one way to overcome fear.” Voice low and promising, he swore, “The instant I am granted permission to fuck you, I swear I will knot you so hard you’ll adore only me. I will pump my seed into your belly while you come. I will be the one to show you what it is to be mated by an Alpha.”
Intensely uncomfortable, unsure what he was speaking of, but very sure its nature was unwelcome, Morgaine began to struggle all the harder.
A rough growl shot from his lips.
The resulting twinge between her legs, and Morgaine froze in abject horror. A tiny stream began to leak from her body, slowly making its way down her thigh.
Nostrils flaring, he sucked in a breath, dragging her closer by her imprisoned wrist. Settling a heavy arm around her back, Esin held her pinned, and panted, “I’m allowed to touch you.”
Groaning with the effort, Morgaine tried and failed to shift him. “Please… let go.”