Chapter 6 6
Phoebe~~
‘When a werewolf claims you in their primal nature, you are bound to die.’ That was Knox’s response to my question two years ago when I read how deadly a werewolf could be in their primal nature during intimacy.
That thought clicked in my mind the moment I felt the hardness of his groin, which I was sure became bigger and taller than it had been. And the only option I had for myself was to offer my body, because dying was far better for me.
Living as his whore or watching my people die if I try to disobey him was already torture, so it was better I just die off if that moment was the right time.
While the hot air from his nostrils caressed my collarbone, I slowly reached out to his panties, rubbing my palm on his erection. He grunted in my ears, pulling away his maw from my neck. One thing I didn't want was to be marked by him, when I had wanted that in the past, and he refused.
He continued grunting, as though fighting to hold back his urge, but still didn't pull away from me.
I continued stroking my right palm down there until I pulled up the courage and slid my palm into his pants. I pressed my lips together when I felt how hard and long it had become, as it was my first time witnessing how huge a primal còck could be.
It was too huge. I swore it wouldn't contain me, so I tried to pull out my hand, but he held it back there, looking me dead in the face.
My breath hung in my throat. I felt my fingers fidgeting on his hardness, but he wasn't letting me go.
‘Didn't you want us to die? Why pretend? You shouldn't care how huge it is if we are going to die.’ My wolf snapped at me, and I could only sniff in fear.
Wasn't I supposed to at least feel the pleasure before dying painlessly? How would I feel the pain and then die too? It's just too much.
But nothing was saving my ass since I had already begun it. He wasn't letting me go, and his hungry eyes burned so bloody, fixated on my face. He stuck out his tongue and rolled it across his upper lip, more like savouring what my palm did to him.
At a time, I picked up that courage again, to feel the pain and still meet my demise, and everything ends, so I pulled a strong face and channelled my energy towards making him crave my pùssy regardless and have me submit to him no matter what.
I stroked his phallus continuously, until he couldn't stand staring at my face but looked up to the ceiling, his maw opening and closing while he released groans of satisfaction.
My heart raced, but I knew nothing was changing any longer. If I hadn't escaped from the beta and ended up here, all these things wouldn't have happened. Maybe, if I had been that good girl he wanted, everything would have gone more easily for me.
By the time I slowly pulled down his panties, he looked down on me and sneered in hunger for my cunt. He got his hand on my dress and shredded it off my body, and I watched the dress drop to the floor. I stiffened, watching what he would do next, until he commanded me with his snarl and pinned me to my knee with his alpha command aura.
I went on all fours before him, my heart pounding hard in my ears. I curled my fingers into my palms, waiting for his penetration that could hurt so bad, like I read in that novel. Until I felt his claws deepening into my flesh.
He gripped my waist with one hand and parted my legs with the other.
I heard him sniff, and I hoped he wasn't thinking of marking me then.
My wolf yelped because we knew how painful it was going to be. Our alpha aura was nowhere closer to his, so he would do with us what he wanted.
I shut my eyes, praying silently to the moon goddess, not until I felt a sharp pain across my legs, and I gritted my teeth to swallow down the pain. I winced silently, tightening my palms into a fist until I couldn't hold it, but let out a painful groan amid my tears.
He thrust deeper, until I was sure half the length of his phallus was in me, then he began riding in and out of me.
My wolf snarled once, but still submitted to the excruciating pain that ran up to my spine.
Both his hands fixated on my waist. I felt his claws deepening into my flesh like they aimed to draw out blood. He kept groaning while penetrating me deeper and deeper as he was in control. He didn't stop until I felt weak and couldn't contain him any longer.
My wolf was giving out in slumber, and my human body had no strength left. But what I didn't expect was the sudden savoury that went down my throat. Instead of the pain, I felt pleasure with each of his thrusts. I was never dry, but I noticed my moisture kept slipping down my thighs as I produced much of it.
I couldn't hold back but moaned lightly, amid the tiredness that had taken over me. Each of his thrusts sent sweetness up to my chest, and my nipples hardened.
The more I tried to convince myself I was slowly dying, the more I craved his penetration.
But it didn't take long, no matter how I relished it, and I blacked out. My limbs went numb, and I felt nothing but darkness hovering all over me.
I knew that finally, I wasn't going to live. But at least, I didn't die a painful death as I thought.
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The clock was ticking. I heard the sound of something wavy shifted, and then sunrise slammed my eyes, and I winced, turning around to stay away.
Was there sun in the afterlife? Didn't teacher say it was all dark there?
Someone touched my forehead, and I chuckled, muttering to myself, “Mum, you want to confirm if it's me, right?” yet I couldn't even open my eyes. I felt something covering my body, and the fear of being roasted in hell snapped in me, and I jerked up to my ass.
My vision was blurry at first, so I blinked and rubbed my eyes before opening them. Lo and behold, Knox stood before me, his eyes slightly narrowed, and his arms crossed his chest.
I screamed and lay back again, forbidding whatever will make me see him in this afterlife. ‘Not again! He didn't follow me here, right? He didn't die…’ I kept contemplating, down in my own ridiculous thoughts, until I dozed off again.
I wasn't sure how long it took before I woke up again, but this time I was alone.
“It's the same room. He was standing here. Is the afterlife this beautiful?” I kept mumbling while getting off the bed. I looked around, the room so large and spacious, like a master bedroom. “Where am I? Mum?!”
The door creaked, and I forcefully got my ass on the bed again. I could feel my flesh, but it looked like a dream, so I expected to see my mum walk in with water in a bowl.
But not her. It was him. Him again?!
I grabbed the duvet and covered my face, gnashing my teeth in both fear and anger.
‘It can't be true. We didn't die together last night.’
“You healed more quickly than I thought,” came his deep, masculine voice.
I didn't bother pulling away the duvet, because I believed it could be my memories trying to bring back the last person I met.
But my wolf whined at me and submitted.
My lips dropped open, and the duvet slipped from my palm.
Mum had said one wouldn't die with their wolves, or they wouldn't reincarnate. So does it mean I wasn't dead? If I were, I wouldn't have a wolf.
“You have to take these medicines, so you recuperate quicker and resume your roles,” he said again, and I heard the sound of bottles.
My lashes lit up.
I looked him in the face, and every memory of last night flooded in.