336- On the Edge of Instinct
POV Viktor Averwyn:
My wolf was pushing forward, ready to howl and take over.
I ran, fighting him, fighting myself, fighting the lust that almost blinded me. Furiously agitated, on the verge of doing something insane.
The guard opened the gate, staring at us in fear. I didn’t stop for anything, taking the stairs in one swift rush. I shoved the bedroom door so violently that it swung back, slamming behind me as I passed through.
I set Seraphine down on the floor and immediately stepped away from her.
She wavered, unsteady, her long, curly hair spilling across her flushed face. She panted, green eyes burning, the image of an aroused, awakened woman flooding my senses with her scent of desire.
I clenched my fists, holding my breath and struggling to regain control. It was getting harder and harder with her silently begging me to fuck her.
“Go to the bathroom,” I growled.
“But…”
“Now!” She jumped back, retreating. I managed to gesture at her state. “Wash that filth off.”
She ran and locked herself inside. I exhaled roughly, dragging my fingers through my hair, going to the window for air. My erection throbbed, my body on the verge of shifting without my consent—something unthinkable, rare.
It felt like Seraphine was a she-wolf in heat, saturating the air, invading my insides. Fuck! What the hell was that?
I let the cold breeze soothe my burning skin. My eyes scanned the darkness, toward the cemetery. There were enough bodies there to prove that a human might not withstand me and could die. That wasn’t what I wanted for her. That desperation was what stopped me.
When I realized she was planning to escape after the meeting, I was even amused. I followed her slowly, her scent leaving a trail, just to see how far she’d go. At least she was brave, entering the abandoned mine with nothing but a candle. Her fear could be felt from afar.
I heard her moans, saw her shadow, her panic with the bats. The collisions, the running, the falls. I revealed myself at the right moment, so she’d be frightened and learn her lesson. I just didn’t imagine I’d be the one learning something that night—that she was far more dangerous than I thought, to leave me like that.
It took a while to calm down, to ease the lust. It was still there, demanding, insisting on release—but controlled.
She came out of the bathroom wrapped in a white towel, her hair loose, eyes wide. When she noticed me staring, anger on the verge of exploding, she rushed to explain:
“There aren’t any other clothes here, and mine got muddy, torn. I… I…”
I straightened my posture, lust flaring again at the sight of her damp, well-shaped shoulders and bare legs. Was she trying to drive me insane?
“Take one of my shirts in there.” I pointed to the closet, and Seraphine ran toward it.
I went into the bathroom, ripping off my clothes and stepping under the freezing water. I slapped my stubborn cock in irritation when it refused to go down.
Fuck, a war was going to start the next day. I needed all my focus to protect my village! Not to be here, intoxicated by a human I hadn’t even known existed days ago!
There were no boxers in the bathroom, only my sweatpants hanging there. I put them on, and with my erection still half-hard, it formed a tent. Luckily, there was a black shirt too, which helped hide it.
How was I supposed to sleep in the same bed as Seraphine like this?
Without losing my mind?
I considered locking her in one of the guest rooms, but staying away from her wasn’t an option. Not for me, not for my eager wolf, demanding more.
I pushed my wet hair back from my forehead and walked out.
Seraphine was curled up on her side of the bed, half sitting against the headboard, her green eyes following me. Nervous. And scared. It was a mix of fear and desire, pure confusion between reason and emotion.
“I’m not going to do anything to you.” My voice came out rough as I stopped near one of the wooden columns.
She wore one of my black shirts, which swallowed her like a dress, the sleeves huge. It was impossible not to notice everything. The palms of her hands were scratched and red, some nails broken, her knees badly scraped, the right one raw and skinless. It must have stung like hell.
I should stay in my corner, let her suffer a bit.
“Do you understand now that there’s nowhere to run? Those passages are deactivated, collapsed further ahead. Even if you tried to run into the forest, you’d fall off a cliff or into traps. The only way out of here is death.”
“I had to try,” she murmured.
“Well, now you have. Are you in pain?”
“Just a little.”
“Good!”
“You did that on purpose to scare me!”
“You were already terrified when I got there.”
I climbed onto the bed, pulling the covers aside irritably. My eyes drifted again to her knees, one of them dotted with fresh beads of blood.
I was supposed to ignore it. But I didn’t. I moved closer. My eyes met hers, and her voice faltered:
“You said you… wouldn’t do anything.”
“If you want to stay injured, fine.”
I knelt near her legs. She bit her lip, silent, releasing that delicious scent that seemed to come straight from her pussy to my nose.
The shirt reached mid-thigh, her freckled skin like specks of gold. It was a terrible idea, but I assured myself I was in control. My wolf would obey me, my desires too.
“Give me your hands.”
Both trembled, fragile, delicate fingers. They disappeared when I placed them over mine, palms up. I lowered my head, inhaling her scent, my senses numbing with desire. I slowly licked the reddish scratches on one hand.
A muffled sound slipped from her lips, her fingers twitching slightly. I used my healing saliva, watching as her skin lightened instantly, the wound fading until it disappeared completely. I moved to the other hand and repeated the process.
When I lifted my head, she was watching me with heavy, lust-dazed eyelids, pink lips slightly parted. I remembered her taste and went crazy wanting to kiss her again, but I resisted, rigid in place. I released her hands, and she regained some composure, staring at them.