Chapter 12

Elsa

My fever made everything hazy, reality blurring at the edges as pleasure and pain mingled together.

When he finally finished, his teeth clamped down on my shoulder, drawing blood and marking me once again as he pumped his hot cum deep inside me.

Fucking traitor , I cursed at my inner wolf, who rolled over happily. My inner walls still pulsed around him, milking every last drop as he grunted against my skin.

Without warning, Drake pulled out and hauled me off the bed. I felt his seed dripping down my inner thighs as my legs trembled beneath me, barely supporting my weight as he dragged me toward the bathroom.

"We're not done," he growled, his voice thick with possession, his semi-hard cock already beginning to stiffen again against my ass. "I need to remind your body who it belongs to."

I tried to resist, planting my feet on the cool tile. "Drake, please. I'm exhausted—"

"Did I ask for your opinion?" His eyes flashed gold, the command in his voice making my knees buckle. "Get in the shower. Now."

He turned the water on cold—fucking cold—and pushed me under the spray. I gasped as the icy water hit my feverish skin, my nipples immediately hardening into painful peaks, the shock almost bringing me to my knees. Drake stepped in behind me, his body still radiating heat, the contrast between his burning skin and the freezing water making me shiver uncontrollably. His erection pressed against the small of my back, hot and insistent.

This is what hell feels like , I thought, teeth chattering. Ice on my skin, fire in my veins, and the devil himself at my back.

"Face the wall," he ordered, his hands roughly positioning me against the slick tile. "Hands above your head. Spread your legs wider."

I obeyed, hating myself for it, hating him more. The cold water sluiced down my back as he spread my legs with his knee, positioning himself behind me. One large hand gripped my breast roughly, pinching and twisting my nipple until I gasped from the sharp pain that shot straight to my core.

"Still so wet for me," he murmured against my ear, sliding two fingers into my swollen pussy, spreading them apart to stretch me before adding a third. His thumb found my clit and circled it mercilessly. "Always ready for me, aren't you? Look how your cunt grips my fingers, begging for more."

When he replaced his fingers with his cock, pressing the swollen head against my entrance before thrusting deep in one brutal stroke, I bit my lip to keep from crying out. He filled me completely, the stretch bordering on pain as my still-sensitive walls struggled to accommodate his size.

"You're mine, Elsa," he growled, setting a punishing pace, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust, the obscene sound of wet skin slapping together echoing off the bathroom tiles. "This body belongs to me. Your cunt belongs to me. These tits—" he emphasized with a harsh squeeze of my breast, "—belong to me."

The cold water beat down on us as he took me against the shower wall, one hand wrapped in my hair, yanking my head back at a painful angle to expose my throat to his teeth. His other hand gripped my hip hard enough to bruise, holding me in place as he rutted into me.

"Tell me who you belong to," he demanded, his rhythm faltering as he neared his peak. His hand moved from my hip to between my legs, fingers finding my clit and rubbing it in tight circles. "Say it!"

"You," I gasped, the word torn from my throat as another orgasm built inside me. "I belong to you."

"That's right," he grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Take it all. Every. Fucking. Drop." Each word was punctuated with a deep thrust as he came inside me for the second time, his cock pulsing as he flooded my womb with his seed.

My body may surrender, but my heart is building walls you'll never breach again, you bastard.

When we finally finished, I was shaking from cold, exhaustion, and the aftershocks of unwanted pleasure. My legs were so weak I had to lean against the wall for support, my abused pussy throbbing and tender. Drake reached around me to turn off the water, then wrapped a towel around himself, leaving me dripping and trembling.

"There's a meeting tomorrow," he said casually, as if he hadn't just fucked me into oblivion.

I nodded mutely, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my body, trying to stop the shaking. My muscles ached, my fever still burning despite the cold shower, and between my legs throbbed with the raw evidence of his possession.

"And Elsa," he added, his voice hardening. "You need to do a better job training Vera."

I froze, the towel clutched to my chest. "Training her?"

What the actual fuck? He wants me to train the woman he's parading around as his future mate?

"She needs to understand the international clients' protocols better. The reports she's been submitting are substandard. You know the Stone standards better than anyone."

A bitter laugh escaped me before I could stop it. "Oh, the ones I perfected over ten years while she was still in high school? Sure, sir. Happy to help."

Like hell I'm teaching her anything. Let her fail on her own merits.

The shift in Drake's demeanor was instantaneous. His hand shot out, fingers gripping my jaw with bruising force, tilting my face up to his.

"I've told you before," he snarled, his eyes flashing gold with anger. "She's different. She's not like you or the others."

A thousand questions burned in my throat. Different how? Better? More valuable? More worthy of respect?

"Yes, sir," I replied, my voice carefully neutral despite the fire burning in my chest. "I'll teach Vera whatever she needs to know."

He released my jaw, and I resisted the urge to rub away the sting of his fingers. The imprint of his grip would join the collection of bruises already decorating my body.

"Good." His voice was cold again, all business. "Oh, and the commission for the island project? That's going to Vera."

My head snapped up, fury replacing the resignation that had settled in my bones. "What? That's my project. I spent two months in that fucking island making it work!"

"And who assigned you there?" Drake's voice was dangerously soft. "Who owns Stone Industries? Who is the Alpha of Black Obsidian pack?"

Each question was like a slap. I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood, the metallic flavor grounding me as rage threatened to overwhelm my reason.

"You are," I whispered, acid burning my throat with the admission.

"Exactly. And if I want to give the commission to Vera, I will. You're still getting your salary."

"I need that bonus," I said, desperation making me reckless. "My mother's next round of treatment—"

You heartless son of a bitch. The woman who raised me alone, who's suffering because she took silver poisoning protecting ME when I was a child.

"Not my problem." Drake turned away, reaching for his robe. "Vera needs to establish herself in the company. Having a successful project under her belt will help with that."

"She didn't do a damn thing—"