209- Marked by Fire and Silence
POV Aldren Valmorin:
“Tell me to stop right now,” I growled, brushing the slick head against her ass.
“Fuck me!” The lust-laden tone of her plea tore away my last spark of sanity.
“You’d better be soaking wet, bitch, because I’m going to destroy you,” I snarled by her ear.
“Aldren!” A strangled scream ripped from her throat when I thrust inside.
The wave of pleasure that hit me carried away all caution with it. Elowen screamed and I drove into her, fast and hard, crushing her against the door.
A howl escaped me, rattling all the furniture around us. Her hot pussy throbbed around my cock as if our back-and-forth were synchronized. Fucking that bitch shattered my reason.
Rage!
It shouldn’t have felt good enough to curl my toes. My lips shouldn’t have been tingling, craving to repeat the clash of our mouths.
“Is this what you wanted?” I roared and arched my neck, sinking a piercing bite into her shoulder.
“Y-yes,” she moaned unsteadily, trembling with every hard thrust.
My fangs piercing her skin made her pussy tighten even more around my cock, crushing me.
So wet that her fluid soaked my cock, dripping down to my balls, which slapped against the inside of her thighs.
I pulled my mouth away from her shoulder and spread rough bites along her neck and nape, harsh but without piercing. Her heat-scent—roses, jasmine, and black pepper—wrapped around me, sealing us inside a bubble.
“Hells’ bitch, I hope you stop reeking of heat to my men now that I’m fucking you!” I barked by her ear, and she fell silent.
In relentless minutes, thrusting harshly into her, I watched her convulse into an orgasm. Proud, she held back her screams and moans, biting her own lips so hard she split the skin.
Buried in her pussy, I roared and exploded inside her, with searing spasms of pleasure that lashed my muscles.
I needed a few seconds to come back to myself.
To understand the shit I had just done.
I released her roughly, and her thin arms fell limp at her sides. I straightened my clothes, watching her remain still and silent against the door.
I turned the doorknob and pulled the wooden structure open, making her stagger back with the force. Not even a whimper left her mouth.
In that moment, I hated being who I was;
And for the first time, I sensed my beast’s disgust at sharing a body with me.
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POV Elowen Grimwald:
I didn’t need Nerin to appear and order me back to the cage;
The hell’s bitch returned on her own after the shower; returned to the place she should never have left.
I didn’t know whether the coldness in my body was the end of the heat, or simply regret and shame falling over me like a hailstorm.
Aldren’s harsh words and his unmistakable contempt for me burned in my chest with the intensity of an open wound.
“It’s your fault…” I whispered to my caged she-wolf. I received no answer.
I hadn’t heard her in a long time now; I only sensed her, like the animal that shared the same soul with me. If I attempted against my own life and she took over my body again, it would be worse—far more humiliating.
All that remained was to swallow all my hatred and try not to show weakness. Make him believe I was fine and that everything was running smoothly, so that I could end his life one way or another.
Aldren Valmorin was a dead man.
In the end, I felt worse than the late Teneris.
Certainly, he didn’t call her a hell’s bitch before coming, or tell her that her heat stank.
He must have given her his best kisses and caresses. She must have been, at the very least, worthy.
The bitch was discarded like trash, a used object marked by the bite on her shoulder, a symbol of temporary possession. A bite I would tear out, if I already had my claws.
As night fell, I knew it wouldn’t take long for Nerin to appear with my dinner.
I wouldn’t eat that time; not out of rebellion or pride, but from the complete absence of hunger.
Beyond being sad, I was suffocating. Hands as hard as Aldren’s seemed to tighten around my neck, depriving me of breathing freely.
As I suspected, Nerin entered the room minutes later.
No bowl of soup or meat this time, and that was fine—I didn’t want to eat anyway. With a suspicious expression on her face, she approached the bars and unlocked the passage.
“Let’s go.”
“I’m fine right here. I don’t want to keep walking back and forth in this shitty room.” I turned my face away sulkily, staring at the wall between the bars.
“I have orders to let you wander around the house, Elowen.”
“I rubbed my ears to make sure I wasn’t hearing wrong. But if you don’t want to, I can tell J—”
“NO!” I screamed and leapt off the mat in desperation, unable to believe that this was really happening.
If I could walk around the house, it would be easier to plan and carry out my plan to murder that bastard.
“Wow, such enthusiasm,” she mocked.
I hurried out of the cage, afraid she might change her mind. I followed her to the door, but froze before crossing the threshold. I turned my face to the side, finding her expressionless.