CHAPTER 6: Not My Husband

DAPHNE'S POV

"Sleep with me. Please."

My request sounded so feeble. But Theron didn't seem to notice; he gripped the back of my neck, crushed his lips against mine, and dragged me into the room.

As soon as the door closed, my back was pressed against it. Theron’s kiss remained just as wild. His tongue was aggressive, forcefully stealing every bit of breath from my lungs. His hand squeezed my throat, making it difficult to breathe.

When we finally broke apart, my body sagged against the door, my legs turning to jelly as I gasped for air. Theron grabbed my chin, forcing my face to meet his.

His ocean-blue eyes were roiling. They scorched my skin with just a single, insignificant glance.

"Daphne," he whispered against my lips, "will you reject me after today?"

"No, I won't," I replied.

"Smart." He dipped his head to kiss my neck. Then, I felt his teeth sink into my skin.

I hissed as he bit down. Just like that night. The bite marks spread across my neck, shoulders, and collarbone. At first, it stung, but now I felt an undeniable ecstasy.

His breath against my skin felt wonderful. I reached up to his neck, pulling him closer to my body. He bit through the fabric of my t-shirt, then tore it apart with a wild growl. I trembled as he bit down on my breast, suckling at that small, sensitive area while his hands pulled my sweatpants down to my ankles.

Running my fingers through his hair, my vision blurred as I took in the luxurious room. A large bed, a beige sofa, and dim, yellow bedside lamps were on. I had heard that yellow was for relaxation, while red was the color of lust. This room wasn't designed to release desire, so why was he here?

"Distracted!" Before I knew it, his hand had reached between my legs. The tiny, soft gem was being teased by his fingers.

I stood on my tiptoes, mouth agape, my hands gripping his scalp tightly. "Theron, ah…"

"Focus." He commanded. One finger slid straight inside me. Since when had I become so wet and slick? When I was with Lyssander, we always needed extra lubricant just so his finger could enter.

"Yes," I panted breathlessly.

He looked up at me. His hand on my hip tightened as the fingers on his other hand invaded every corner of me. My legs went weak, and I clung to his shoulders, digging my fingernails deep into his skin.

His ocean-blue eyes were swirling deep into mine. A wave of shame and desire washed over me. I bit my lip, turning my face away just to avoid his gaze.

Two fingers were inside now.

They were helping me dilate. Stretching, massaging every fold of me. Pulling out, pushing in, stroking. Repeating in a rhythmic, agonizing tempo.

I gasped. "Theron… hurry up…"

"Look at me."

I obeyed. His eyes were always like a deep, bottomless stream that forced me to drown in whatever emotion he wanted me to carry. But the rhythm remained the same. This time, he added another finger.

"Alpha…" I gasped, starving to be filled, wanting it done forcefully rather than this maddeningly steady pace. "Please."

Just like that, he pulled the three fingers out, then thrust them back in so quickly I wasn't prepared, and I screamed. "Oh my god, you’re crazy."

Theron chuckled, "I’m not going to let you stay with me easily. You owe me."

And just like that, he pulled out, more aggressively. He withdrew his powerful "warrior" that stood high and rigid. Every thick vein pulsed with raw strength and authority.

He grabbed one of my legs and hoisted it onto his shoulder—a position perfect for penetration. I was pressed against the door. Sparks danced in my vision as the thrill hit me suddenly. I clutched his shoulders, feeling powerful and comfortable.

"Alpha… yes…" At first, the moans were broken. Gradually, they died out as the pleasure washed over me.

"Will you reject me again?" He thrust deep into me, forcing me to climax for the first time in the three years since I had left him.

"No… never," I panted.

He pulled out and finished on my thigh. I staggered, but he lifted me up and tossed me onto the bed. I lay there, watching Theron undress himself. His perfect body was as beautiful as ever, perhaps even more muscular and larger. It made my own body burn with anticipation.

I closed my eyes, but before I could drift off to sleep, he caught me and flipped me onto my stomach.

"Don't think it's going to be easy to rest, Daphne."

He spread my legs, positioned his body between them, and slowly, his rod pushed into my wetness again. Fate, cruel and inevitable, made my body react to him instantly. I trembled as I was filled once more.

One hand grabbed my hair, pulling it back. The other held my hips. I was bound, unable to run, unable to struggle.

He thrust into me rhythmically. Gradually, his breathing grew heavier. My moans rose in pitch. I couldn't keep my mouth shut as he kept driving into me.

It was a smooth thrust. Powerful. Instantly touching the exact spot that needed to be touched. My chest rubbed against the soft fabric of the bed, making the bite marks he had left on me sting with fresh sensitivity.

Theron kissed the nape of my neck. He buried his face in my hair, inhaled, and exhaled. "Oh, my Daphne."

"Yes," I replied.

He gave me one deep, final thrust—so deep I thought he had driven himself into the very core of my soul.

"Daphne." He growled possessively, gripping my hips tight, his body rigid. My body jerked shamefully. My toes curled, and I let out an unbelievable, piercing scream.

The feeling was strange, as if I were drifting off into the distant universe. Nothing else in this world mattered anymore. Everything I needed was right here, and it was perfect.

He finished inside me. A sudden thought hit me. It was warm, viscous, and carried the terrifying consequences I would have to face. I wanted to wake up. But Theron had other ideas. He bit into my back.

I groaned in pain. He didn't care.