Chapter Six
We had all been given rooms to sleep in, they were basic, but they were rooms. I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling, thinking about my father. He had never really believed in the Alpha Trials, but I suppose he would have to now. I would see him in a few days and that’s all that matters, hopefully even less time if I could find out how to get booted out of this process even quicker.
A quick knock at the door pulled me out of my thoughts and I turned to answer but before I could it was slowly pushed open, a guard in a suit came inside. “Your supper” It was a voice I had heard before but I couldn’t put my finger on it. They walked in and placed a try down on the table next to me. I was about to thank them before I realized that the tray was completely empty, my heart dropping slightly and wondering who was in my room and why they were here.
The guard paced back over to the door, closing it on us both and pulling down the blind. I sat up in my bed, I was only in a vest and shorts. “Hello?” I stared at him and was taken aback as he stalked over to me, pushing me back down on the bed with his hand.
I opened my mouth to scream but his hand clamped firmly over my mouth as I tried to wriggle free beneath him, he was too strong for me and even kicking with my legs was no match for his muscular arms. My eyes widened, looking down at a tattooed hand, covered in rings that was placed across my chest to keep me in place. The nameless guard.
He would have wanted me to scream and beg for help, I was playing exactly into his evil mind games. Well, I would do better, I would beat him at his own games. I silenced myself and breathed deep into his hand, stopping moving and showing him I wasn’t scared. My eyes narrowed at him and his chocolaty brown eyes stared back at me, it was almost as if he was laughing at me.
His hand came away from my mouth and he stood up, leaving me lying on the bed. He smiled before fixing his shirt and straightening his sleeves. “Quite the show, huh?”
I sat up, with a straight face. “It was alright”
“Oh, come on! The look on your face!” He started laughing at me and imitating me screaming. “It was priceless. Seriously, very hot!” Leaning back against the wall, he examined me with his eyes.
“If that is how you get off then I suggest you seek therapy” My words came out like knifes.
“And how do you get off, Isabella?” His head tilted upwards.
I bit my lip nervously, not wanting to answer his question. “We’re not talking about me”
“Now we are” He kneeled down so that he was level with me. “Do you use toys? Or would that be too loud? Are you a loud person? Do you scream?” His face veered closer to mine and I smirked at him, wanting to ruin this image he had of me in his head.
“I want to scream right now, because you’re doing my head in. Why are you here? Just leave, please”
“Answer me. How do you get off?”
“Oh, go rot in hell” I leaned closer to him. “You’d wish that you could see me get off”
“Oh, I think I already have.” His hand made its way up my calf and to the top of my thigh. My heart beat fast in my chest, and I could feel myself heating up. He continued. “Like right now? You like that, don’t you? I bet I could make you cum with just one hand…” He trailed off and paused, “No…one finger.”
Ignoring the urge to allow him to continue, I swatted his hand off me. “In your dreams”
“And such sweet dreams they will be…” He licked his lips before leaning into me, whispering into my ear, touching my soul. “If I were to bend you over this bed, wolves in faraway packs would hear you scream.” He stopped, placing a gentle kiss on my earlobe. “You’re going to beg for it.”
I shuddered, not sure what to feel as he stood back up, towering over me.
“Now, how about that riddle?”