Chapter 61 Love is taboo
“If you can resist your wolf, so can I.”
That rare stubbornness, the one only Hale Denver could awaken in me, made a special appearance now.
But his response to this was an amused chuckle.
A soft hiss of metallic zip reached me from behind, and my walls clenched in a fist. In a flash, something hard pressed up against me. “Still think so?”
I bit my tongue to hold back the word, please. But only just.
My body was working against me, Rhea was clawing to get out of me, and when that failed, she began to snap.
At this point, it was as if I was on a marathon, not merely pinned against the wall. My brows were clammy with sweat, my breath hitched and uneven.
My body… was painfully aware of the arrogant man trying to break me, teasing me with the fat crown of his dick.
“You know what,” he said now, as if we were debating our favorite literature. “I think you’re right. I have no idea how much longer I can hold Ageir back. But between him and Rhea...” He leaned his cheek against mine and dropped his voice even lower, a honeyed baritone. “Take a wild guess who would break first.”
“You’re a cruel man.”
He laughed for real this time, dodging my bait, and I whimpered.
That word was supposed to provoke him, take him on a trip down memory lane because that was my first word to him when we met years ago.
But his laughter continued as he pried my ass cheeks apart with the length of his dick.
I moaned, groaned, and cried out in frustration anytime those fingers accidentally touched me.
“Sweet Lys,” he kissed my hair now, “You forget. This wouldn’t be the first time you have called me cruel. I did not mind then, I do not now."
“If you’re so scared to fuck me.” I jerked my head away. “Let me go.”
He found this even more amusing. With both his hands free, he palmed my breasts and started to knead.
“Two-fifty years I have been here, fairy,” he licked my neck. “You don’t think I know every trick? You want it, you have to beg for it.”
“I really cannot stand this much longer.” I pulled my weight and tried to wrench away for real this time. But he spread his legs out and pinned my hips to the wall with his.
And then he moved.
I gasped.
He was running the crown of his dick across mine my opening, parting the slit and grazing my clit.
“Yea?” Another dark chuckle. He moved his crown again, and this time sucked up my cit between that soft slit at the top of his dick.
My vision blurred.
“Tell me how much you like that, fairy.”
“Yes,” I said stupidly, my thighs trembling, my core squeezing at the wet, warm heat of him, “Don’t stop. Silver above! Please don’t stop.”
“Pity your other men are not here to see you like this.” He was rocking his hips now, massaging my clit with the soft wet spot, “Has Daine told you how much I like this?”
“Hale!” I screamed his name to the ceiling.
He had just moved a finger into my booty hole, plunging deeper than Draki had earlier this morning.
My thighs were shaking uncontrollably at this point, my orgasm rushing at me like an angry storm.
But he did not stop, his finger fucked and fucked that sensitive spot between my butt cheeks.
And when my body started to trash, he wrapped a possessive arm around me from behind as the heat from my core tore me apart, pulling my thighs, yanking at my pelvic muscles.
“Perhaps I should knot you and leave a little pup here.” He splayed his fingers on my belly as I moaned his name and dropped off the peak. “That will be my own piece of you.”
“You already have it.” My voice came out as an airless whisper. “You’ve always had it.”
He fixed my clothes, and hugged me from behind, kissing my hair, cooing, whispering soft apologies.
Once again, he was the mayor everyone knew. Elegant, patient and irresistibly sweet.
I reached back to caress his cheek, trying to catch my breath as I stared at a figurine sitting on a table.
This competition between them, I had no idea how I would survive it.
I did not even understand it.
They were lovers.
My first day here, they had me shipping them even though they had been in a relationship for centuries. And they loved Finn.
When Draki told me he would go to war for Finn, I had concluded he loved him more. And then I heard that fight between them last night. Hale was the one who actually met Finn first and fell for him.
And now, they were in this competition to outperform each other, as cutthroat as rivals.
My body shivered at the memory of Finn’s possessive bites, passionate marks he left where everyone could see.
And then Draki choked me, and did all the things he did while the other men watched, burning with helpless jealousy.
Now, it was Hale. I should knot you and leave a little pup here.
My eyes caught the men in the garden then. They stood close together, faces tight as if in an argument. Although with those two, you could never tell. Rage and desire were two sides of the same coin.
Jealousy, searing and sudden split my heart then.
It did not matter that I was in the arms of another man, panting from having been fucked to an orgasm with his finger in my ass.
“Do you still love me, Lys?” Hale’s voice tore me away from the scene below.
I pulled away from him. Play, obey, but never surrender.
“Lys.”
I did not stop, did not look back.
To feel the things I did was already bad enough. Admitting it was basically sealing my coffin.
Moments of weakness here and there were excusable. But I could not afford to lose track of my goals. Of the price I had to pay to get out of this place alive.
I stopped at the barre and curled my hands around it.
After taking a deep breath, I glanced sideways at him. “I lost the right to that, Hale. I lost the right to all that when I hurt you.”
Then I reached out and hit a button on the wall. And music filled the studio before he could say anything else.