Chapter 24 Beg For The Bite
Adrian’s POV
For one second she just blinked.
Then she lost it and did the LAST thing I expected—
She burst out laughing.
Hard.
Shoulders shaking. Tears in her eyes.
She doubled over laughing so hard she had to hold the bedpost, slapping her own thigh.
“Oh my god,” she wheezed, “you’re actually serious. You want me to bite you again? Are you insane?”
Abby was still laughing.
Not cute laughter.
Not shy, embarrassed laughter.
No.
She was laughing like I told her I wanted to be roasted on a stick and served to the palace guards.
She wiped a tear from her eye.
“Damn… This is gold. And here I was thinking you were normal for at least five minutes.”
I stepped closer.
Her smile dropped a little when my aura rolled out…dark, heavy, the kind that made warriors twice her size hit the ground on their knees.
But not Abby.
She crossed her arms and scoffed, pushing up onto her tiptoes just to meet me eye to eye. “Well, too bad. I don’t want rabies.”
My eye twitched.
“Rabies?”
“Yes, rabies,” she repeated slowly. “You know… that thing someone could get when bitten by an ANIMAL? But in our case, you’re the animal. And since you’re asking me to use my teeth on you—”
“I AM NOT A STRAY DOG,” I snapped.
She shrugged. “Debatable.”
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my impatience.
Abby just smirked.
“And even if I wanted to bite you,” she said, waving her hand like this was some casual conversation about the weather, “your damn skin is thick. I don’t know what your genes are made of but my teeth still hurt from yesterday.”
She rubbed her jaw like I was the one being dramatic.
“You’ll be fine,” I said. “Just do it.”
“ME?” she pointed at herself. “MY teeth will be fine?? Do you know what it feels like to bite a wall? Because that’s what you are. A walking brick.”
“Abby,” I said, trying to stay calm.
“Your Majesty,” she said, mocking my tone.
My aura sharpened instantly.
She felt it.
Her breath hitched for half a second before she covered it with a glare.
Good.
She needed to feel exactly who she was talking to.
“I’m serious,” I said, stepping so close our chests almost brushed. “I want you to bite me again. Now.”
“Why?” she demanded.
Because the mark vanished.
Because I need answers.
Because I need to know that you’re mine.
Because I’ll lose my mind if I don’t feel you on my skin again.
But I wasn’t about to dump all my insecurities on her like a lunatic.
“It’s necessary,” I said instead.
“For what?” she asked.
“For reasons.”
She rolled her eyes so hard her soul almost left her body.
“Wow. Very convincing. ‘Reasons.’ Let me go get my diary and write that down so I don’t forget.”
“Abby,” I warned.
She smirked.
“What? You’ll cry if I don’t bite you?”
My jaw clenched.
She continued cheerfully, “Actually…why do you need my teeth in your neck? I mean, if all you wanted was a scratch, I could use a fork.”
“I don’t want a fork.” My voice dropped to a growl.
“I want you.”
She blinked.
And for a split second, she forgot how to breathe.
But then the sarcasm came back like lightning.
“Well, you’re not getting me,” she said. “Or my teeth. They’re off duty for the day. Try again next week.”
I stepped closer…she stepped back.
I stepped again…she bumped into the wall. I braced a hand beside her head and lowered my voice.
“Princess.”
She tried to glare up at me but her pulse was racing like crazy.
“You’re going to bite me,” I said. “And you’re going to do it now.”
She raised a brow.
“Or what? You’ll whine about it?”
I leaned even closer, lips inches from her ear.
“No,” I said softly, darkly. “I will make you beg to bite me.”
She sucked in a breath, eyes widening for half a heartbeat. Then she grinned. A slow, taunting, evil grin.
“Youll make me beg to bite you?” she repeated.
“Okay. Show me.”
I blinked once.
She tilted her chin up defiantly.
“What exactly are you going to do, your Majesty?” she asked, voice dripping with challenge. “Huh? Order me? Drag me? Throw me over your shoulder? Bite me first?”
My entire body tensed as my wolf itched forward to take her up on the challenge and mark her first.
“And even if you try,” she continued, tapping my chest lightly with one finger, “how will you do anything when I can literally punch you in the balls again? Like yesterday.”
I growled.
Low.
Warning.
She smiled wider. “You’re cute when you’re mad,” she teased.
I slammed my other hand on the wall beside her, caging her in completely.
Her smile faltered for a split second…just one…before she masked it with attitude again.
“You’re playing with fire,” I warned.
“And you’re acting like a big bad wolf who wants to be chewed on,” she shot back.
I stared at her.
She stared right back.
The room was so charged even the air felt flammable.
I leaned in slowly, lips almost brushing hers—
Her breath hitched.
Then I snapped.
Both her wrists slammed above her head in one brutal grip. My knee shoved between her thighs, forcing them wide, pinning her to the wall with my whole body. Her skirt rode up instantly, the pleats bunching around her hips.
She gasped, eyes huge.
“Will you bite me,” I growled against her mouth, “or do I have to make you beg for it first?”
Her glare could’ve started fires. “What are you gonna do, spank me?”
I smiled. Dark. Slow. “Keep talking and find out.”
My free hand slid under her skirt before she could blink. Fingers brushing the edge of her panties.
Her breath stopped.
“Don’t,” she warned, voice shaking just a little.
I pressed closer, chest to chest, thigh keeping her open, wrist locked tight above her. She had nowhere to go.
My fingers slipped under the fabric.
One slow stroke over her clit and her whole body jerked. She was already soaked.
“Adrian—”
“Shh.” I circled her slowly, eyes locked on her face. Her expression shifted from Fury…shock…pleasure…fury again. She bit her lip so hard I thought she’d draw blood.
Another stroke, firmer. Then another. Soft, teasing, maddening.
Her hips rolled without permission.
“Look at you,” I whispered, voice rough. “Already dripping on my fingers.”
She tried to close her legs. My knee stopped her.
“Stop—” she choked out, but it sounded more like a moan.
I slid lower, pushed one finger inside her, then two. Curled them. Pumped slow.
Her head fell back against the wall with a thud.
“Fucking stop—”
“No.” I sped up, thumb rubbing tight circles on her clit at the same time. “You’re going to come on my hand, and then you’re going to bite me like a good girl.”
Her thighs shook. She was clenching around my fingers so hard I could barely move.
“Please—” she whimpered, actual tears in her eyes now. “I’ll bite you, I swear, just fucking stop—”
I didn’t stop.
I went harder.
Her back arched off the wall, mouth open in a silent scream. She came so violently her knees buckled, only my body and my grip keeping her upright. I felt every pulse, every squeeze, every drop.
She was sobbing, shaking, cursing me between gasps.
“I fucking hate you,” she cried, tears running down her cheeks. “I hate you—”
Then she lunged.
Her teeth sank into my neck so deep I felt them scrape bone.
Blood flooded her mouth. Mine.
I groaned, shoving her head harder against the mark, forcing her to bite deeper, longer, until the bond snapped back into place like a steel cable.
Only then did I pull my fingers out of her.
She ripped her mouth away, blood smeared on her lips, eyes wild with rage and leftover pleasure.
“You are going to pay for that, Adrian,” she spat, voice raw and shaking with pure hate. “I promise you, I will make you bleed for every second of this.”
The new mark on my neck burned alive, the bond locking back into place so hard my knees nearly buckled.
I could feel her again, every furious heartbeat, every pulse of hate, every unwilling clench between her legs.
I smirked, leaning in until our foreheads touched.
“Good,” I whispered. “I’ll be waiting.”
She opened her mouth to spit more venom, but I took it instead.