Chapter 23 Sulk
ZORA
I swirled the champagne in my cup, a sly smile on my face. Some of the men surrounding me actually seem smart and tried engaging me in a conversation .
So I listened. No one said I can't have fun, besides it's a party.
One of the intellected men came closer to me.
"Can I wipe something off your face?" He asked like a true gentleman, taking out his handkerchief.
I nodded, staring at him warily. I'd know from experience that some wolves can be cunny.
He wiped my cheeks softly and showed me the stain he wiped off. It was the blood of the man who held me earlier.
I smile my thanks and was about to pick him as the chosen one when Ryker barged through the crowd, grabbed my hand.
His grip on my wrist was tight as he pulled me away from my fanboys, away from the hall to an empty room.
It looked like a dressing room but has been abandoned, and no one remembers it exists.
I snatched my wrist from him and folded it over my chest, "What now? Why are we here?"
He closed the distance, advancing on me till my back slammed against the wall, and I had nowhere to run to. The room was too small to give me any kind of advantage.
He caged me in with his large frame, one hand snaked around my neck, choking and holding me in place. It's not like I have anywhere to run to either way.
He forced my eyes to meet his, and I could see the barely controlled rage in his eyes, "Do you get high from provoking me every time?"
I scoffed, "Not everything is about you, I was just having fun."
He pressed his body closer to me, "Really?"
"If what I do riles you up, then that's a you-problem, I don't see how it has anything to do with me." I bit back.
The bond was still angry at him for letting another woman touch him, so it was easy to mask it with my irritation.
His free hand went under my dress, trailing up my thigh.
The bond stirred, and heat waves washed through every part of my body, down to my core. It was anticipating more.
"And this sinful dress you wore, wasn't it to mess with my head?"
I raised an eyebrow, "That depends. Did it work?"
Using the hand he had on my neck, he pulled me closer till our bodies were pressed together.
"Let's find out," he drawled out, his voice thick with desire.
Without warning, he claimed my lips, biting down on my lower lip.
A jolt of electricity ripped through me in surprise at the action.
I gasped out, ready to snap at him.
He took that opportunity, slipped his tongue in my mouth, and fought for dominance.
My core pooled with desire, I could almost feel my wetness dripping down my thigh.
I hate this, I hate him, yet I don't want him to stop.
It was like I needed this desperately, like the bond needed this..
The fucking bond!
Mentally, I want to fight him off, pushing him away, but physically, sensually, I was exhausted and just wanted him to ruin me.
My hands moved on their own, going around his neck and pushing him closer like I couldn't get enough of him.
I moved my legs even wider apart, sending a message that I was desperate. I need an in right now.
His fingers have been moving aimlessly on my thighs for a long time. He needs to put them to work.
My fingers dig into his hair, feeling how soft it is, in direct contrast to the man in front of me.
Compared to the last times, we were in a similar situation. This was different.
Do I blame the bond or the dress?
I moaned against his lips. It sounded raw and foreign coming from me.
As if sensing my need, his fingers finally left my thighs and shifted my panties.
I shook slightly in anticipation. I was already wet for him.
His finger grazed my entrance, eliciting a loud moan from me.
His lips left mine, trailing kisses down my cleavage.
The fingers that were still at my entrance and slight grazing it every now and then were torture.
I arched my back, almost begging him to just touch me, push his fingers in.
At some point, when the torture was unbearable, I tried guiding his fingers in, thinking maybe he couldn't find my hole himself, but his fingers wouldn't budge.
It felt like he was enjoying this.
His fingers moved again, pinching and flicking my clitoris while his mouth found my breasts and aggressively sucking on my nipples.
I cried out in pleasure at the sensations that rippled through me, but I wasn't satisfied.
I was overcome with the need for him to push his fingers in. My core clenched and unclenched, waiting for him.
"Please," I begged, surprising myself, my voice raspy when it was beginning to seem like he was never going to do it.
He freed my nipples and claimed my lips again, pinching my clitoris.
I welcomed the pain and pleasure, but I wanted more. I need more. The bond needs it.
He broke the kiss, dropping a trail of kiss as his lips moved to my ears, "This is what happens when you try to mess with my head." He whispered and moved away suddenly like I was the most disgusting thing he had ever seen.
He smirked and left the room.
I slid down the wall to the floor, my heart still beating fast in my chest. I can't believe the woman gushing all over him seconds ago was actually me.
I have just completely made a fool of myself.
Unable to face him or face any other person, I decided to stay in the dressing room till the party ended.
This was probably what he wanted, but I didn't have it in me to actually care.
I feel disgusted at myself.
He is my enemy.
He kidnapped me, rejected me, used me, and tore me away from my family. I hate him. That hasn't changed.
I pulled my knees up and laid my face on it as I waited.
What was I waiting for? I had no idea.
After what seemed like an hour, the door opened. I raised my head.
Marissa came in, her face contorted in worry instantly. "Are you okay?"
"How did you find me?"
"The Alpha. He told me to pick you up. The party ended moments ago, and the hall is empty. "
Guess I've been here longer than I thought.
Marissa offered me a coat, which I collected and hugged around myself.
The walk back to the mansion was silent.
Marissa didn't bother me, and I was grateful for that.
Once in my room, I turned on the lights and collapsed on the bed. The evening's event replayed in my head.
Would this count as cheating to Lucas? Considering as we were almost married?
Would it matter if it felt like I was not in control of my own body?
I groaned inwardly and facepalmed myself. I have not been thinking about Lucas at all. What was this going to say about our relationship? The children are going to be devastated if he decides to cut off with me at the end.
I shook my head, trying to get rid of the thoughts. Thinking about things I couldn't control won't help.
The theme of the party really did bounce back at me.
Sitting up, I noticed I could barely feel the bond. Like it withdrew to sulk? If that was possible.