15- A Morning of Unease
POV Lunara Grimwald:
I pressed my thighs together under the table and clenched my fists. Edric had his back to me, but I noticed when his muscles stiffened and he raised his head, inhaling deeply.
"She’s still in heat," Lyris commented.
Oh, wonderful. They could all smell me, and they all knew I was wet and ready to be fucked again. Just another item to add to the endless list of humiliations that night.
"I’m not affected by her," Anton said, flaring his nostrils, a crease on his brow.
"Me neither," Andrei said, sniffing the air.
Edric walked with measured steps, stopping by my side.
"They’re not affected because she’s mated now." Lyris looked at Edric, analyzing him carefully. "And I suggest you stop talking or trying to smell what she’s giving off…" she muttered, pointing her chin toward the alpha.
He leaned toward me, the golden glow taking over his eyes.
"How many days will she stay like this?" he asked hoarsely.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the chair.
"Seven, maybe less. Depends on how willing you are to satisfy her during the cycle."
He groaned. And it wasn’t out of pleasure, but disgust. And that struck deep in my chest—straight into my pride.
"Get her the herbal pills."
Lyris nodded and shoved Anton and Andrei toward the door.
"Let’s get out of here before he loses control for good." She pointed to the alpha. "Put her in a separate room tonight, or you’ll start fucking and won’t stop."
Edric didn’t say a word or move until he heard the front door close. Then he dragged me upstairs, as gentle as the first time—that is, like a savage.
As soon as we reached the top of the stairs, he turned left down the hallway, pulling me toward one of the doors. Another wave of heat struck me, making me tremble. He reacted with a low growl, as if he was about to lose control again.
"Keep those legs closed," he grunted.
"It’s not like I can do that while you’re dragging me around."
We stopped in front of one of the doors when the sensation took hold of me again. In an abrupt motion, he shoved my back against the wall, making me hit my head, and loomed over me, scenting me.
He placed one hand on the surface beside my face and slid the other between my legs, parting them. I was wearing only a dress, no panties, completely bare underneath.
His fingers touched my pussy, sliding across its length. I clutched his shoulders and moaned, opening myself wider.
His movements weren’t gentle—they were rough and quick. He pressed against my swollen clit, rubbing it back and forth. I closed my eyes and inhaled sharply, feeling the wave of pleasure expand.
"Edric…" I breathed his name.
The hand braced against the wall forced my nape, tightening and making me open my eyes to meet his. The blue and silver had given way to gold as he fought his animal side for control.
His fingers slid easily, coated with my wetness. I dug my nails into the bare skin of his strong shoulders. He pushed a finger inside me while keeping his thumb on my clit, circling it.
Heat spread through my muscles, exploding in a wave so overwhelming my legs began to give out. He pressed me harder against the wall, holding me in place.
The delicious friction of his fingers quickened as he fucked me with his hand.
I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to hold it back anymore. I came hard against his palm, dissolving in another torrent of pleasure.
I hated him for it. For being a fucking arrogant bastard who was too good at sex.
I opened my eyes and glared at him. He stepped back, pulling his hand away from between my legs and bringing his glistening fingers to his mouth, sucking them. Then he blinked, the gold fading from his eyes.
"Go to your room," he growled, taking another step back, widening the distance between us. "I hope this helps keep you… under control, at least for the next few hours."
I opened and closed my mouth, not knowing what to say. I wanted to scratch his entire face off until my rage faded.
Gathering what little dignity I had left, I lowered my dress and stepped aside, heading into the dark room. Before he could say anything, I slammed the door shut.
I touched the wall, searching for the light switch until I turned it on. The room was cozy. There was a double bed in the middle, an empty desk, a TV on the wall, and a wardrobe. There was also a small adjoining door leading to a simple bathroom.
I huffed, furious, humiliated… and hating myself.
At least I’d finally have a real hot shower after months without that comfort.
I stared at the yellow wall of the room, sitting on the edge of the bed. As strange as it might seem, I had slept well through the night. After months, Alessio’s constant presence hadn’t frightened me, because deep down, I knew he couldn’t reach me—not while I was under the same roof as Edric.
The heat of my rut hadn’t bothered me either. It was as if my body had been satisfied with the orgasms it had received.
I let out a broken sigh and looked at the door, trying to decide what I should do.
And once again, my life had turned upside down in less than twenty-four hours. One moment, I was hiding in the forest, trying to shake off Alessio’s males and face the rut alone. The next, I was mated to an arrogant and overbearing alpha.
What a delightful situation. I mocked myself, laughing quietly at my own misfortune.
A knock sounded at the door, startling me. I stood up abruptly from the bed. The doorknob turned, and an older woman entered.
Her straight, long hair was silvered with age, tied up in a ponytail at the top of her head. She wore a long, simple blue dress that highlighted her voluptuous curves. The U-shaped neckline emphasized her large breasts even more. And she was tall, a few centimeters taller than me.
She set her green eyes on me and arched a blonde eyebrow while analyzing me. The gesture, subtle as it was, accentuated the expression lines of age.
"Mr. Edric and Mrs. Lyris are waiting for you in the kitchen for breakfast," she said, her voice soft and faint.
I swallowed with difficulty and nodded, forcing my body to move out of the room.
She stopped me, however, blocking the door.
"By the way, my name is Nicoleta. I work in this house." She looked me up and down, frowning at my clothes—the same dress I had put on the day before. "Don’t you have any clothes?"
I sighed.
"My name is Lunara," I introduced myself with a faint smile. "I only have this one and another piece," I confessed, ignoring the shame burning my face. "I… uh… had other pieces, but I lost them in the forest," I said, telling a half-truth.