MORANA
For a split second, I wonder if Zacreus is going to hurt me too.
Except, he doesn't give me another chance to think. His mouth crashes onto mine.
The kiss is brutal, all teeth and desperation.
My gasp is swallowed, his tongue claiming every inch of my mouth like he's trying to etch himself onto my very soul.
There's fury in the way he holds me, one hand tangled in my hair, the other gliding up my waist.
His long fingers dig inside my corset as he cups my breasts, while sucking the last bit of air inside me.
I melt into him, letting the heat of his hands and mouth consume me deeper.
My hands find the hem of his shirt, curling into it as his lips trail down my jaw to my earlobe.
He bites down hard, not enough to break skin, but enough to make me gasp again.
"Zacreus…" I moan his name as he presses harder against me.
"Quiet," he growls into my throat, voice ragged and low.
As his hips grind into mine, I can feel his need.
His cock, thick and furious, strains between us, sending a trail of heat even through the layers of my dress.
His hand slides down my thigh, rough and greedy, and in one swift movement, he yanks my dress up.
My body trembles as the cool air caresses my exposed skin.
But in the next moment, all the cold disappears as he slides two fingers slid inside my pussy.
"Ahhh!" I hang onto his shoulders, a weird sensation of pain and pleasure overwhelming my body.
"Already so wet, hmm?" His dark whisper falls on my ears and before I can say a word, he adds another finger, pushing it inside me.
Three long fingers thrusts inside my pussy vigorously, stretching me in ways I haven't imagined before.
Tears roll down my eyes as a strangled moan escapes me.
He slams his fingers deeper and faster, curling them inside my pussy that is already slick with desire.
My lips part and my eyes flutter shut when his other hand roughly tugs my corset down, pulling my breasts up.
In the next moment, he takes one in his mouth while his fingers fill me with zero hesitation.
I choke on a gasp when his teeth clamp down on my nipple, hard.
My head hits the tree behind me as his thumb rubs slowly, punishing circles over my clit, dragging every sound from my throat that I try and fail to swallow.
My hands claw into his back, nails raking fabric.
"Zac," I whimper.
The slick sound of his fingers drilling my pussy fills the woods.
When I clench around him, he growls, low and animalistic. Releasing my bruised breast, he kisses me again, teeth dragging my bottom lip until it throbs.
I'm close. So close I can barely breathe.
My body tenses, thighs shaking, as the rising wave builds inside me like a dam about to burst.
His fingers drive in my pussy with brutal precision, and his mouth is everywhere, biting, licking, destroying every inch of me.
Just as I am about to cum—
His hand clamps around my throat in a deathly grip, freezing the pleasure mid-air.
My eyes fly open and my heart thunders. Because all I see in his eyes is an undisguised hatred.
His lips curl in a snarl, "Is this how your Beta Hale taught you to seduce me, hmm? By using this sweet little pussy of yours?"
The air is sucked out of my lungs as hot tears well up in my eyes.
He doesn't stop touching me. His fingers are still inside me, still dragging me toward the edge, even as my blood runs cold.
"How did it feel, Morana? Playing me for years like a fucking fool?" He squeezes tighter.
"Zac—Zacreus, no—" I try to grab his wrist, but he pins me harder.
"Who the fuck gave you the right to touch me like that?" he snarls.
He yanks his fingers out of me, fast and sharp as if he is disgusted with me… I wince, at the loss of his touch.
I stagger against the tree, heart pounding as I try to piece together what just happened. My body is still trembling from the edge of orgasm. And yet all I feel is a biting chill seeping in my bones.
He doesn't trust me. He didn't drag me here to assure me or love me but rather, he came to punish me.
I wrap my arms around myself, chest heaving, as the cold air hits my exposed body.
"I didn't…" I try to speak. My voice breaks. "I never lied to you—"
"Is it?" he snaps, eyes blazing.
I look at him, and nod slowly despite the mockery in his eyes.
"Why did you react so violently when I tried to touch the ring on your finger a few days ago?"
"Because…" Because I couldn't let you see my bruises.
The words do not leave my mouth when I see the look in his eyes. One which tells me that regardless of what I say, he won't trust me.
"Save it,'' He chuckles.
I flinch as he steps back, wiping his fingers on his coat like I'm filth.