The Wedding

Chapter 4

“The wedding”

POV Samatha

My life remains the same until the day of Kyle and Melanie’s wedding. I get up and do the dishes. Sneak off for a washroom break and always stay in the bathroom longer than I should. Lots of stuff gets bounced off my head. It feels like it’s less than when I started, but that could be the brain damage talking. It can’t be normal for so many things to be bounced off one person’s head before their brain breaks. I don’t know. I refuse to let it break my spirit. “I am a strong, confident wolf,” I continue thinking. Once I said it out loud, and Amanda laughed. I prepared myself to be hit by something, but it never came, until later, over something else. I dropped a spoon on the floor. 

Everything was going somewhat smoothly. Until I ran to grab a bucket from the supply cupboard for Amanda. I was deliberately taking my time in the cupboard when Kyle came

He pulls me towards him, crushing his mouth onto mine. I melt into his touch, the mate-bond portraying me. Kyle suddenly hugs me tight, then slams me into the supply shelf, knocking containers and cutlery all over the floor. He rubs himself against me. I can feel his enormous erection as I’m instantly aroused, my panties wet with desire. I feel my whole body burning. I want him, and I want him now. He continues to kiss me deeply. He stops and runs his tongue down my neck and slowly nibbles. I purr as I feel a warmth spread all over my body, almost sending me over the top. He pulls me close and sniffs the nape of my neck. Taking in my scent. He nibbles again harder and harder, almost marking me. I cry out in pleasure, wrapping my arms around his head, pulling him into me. My body shakes and tingles. I let out a loud moan, trembling as I come. Kyle lets me go and walks out the door, leaving it open.

Oh no, did someone hear that? I’m confused, bewildered and horny. I want more, never a delightful combination. 

I sort myself out, grab a random bucket, and head back to the kitchen. Amanda is furious. After that, a few random objects get thrown my way in anger. Amanda gives me the night off for smelling like sex. Totally worth the head trauma. I sneak into the empty room beside mine with a working bath and take a long, hot bath. It’s exhilarating, the most relaxed I’ve been in a long time. The room has a ton of different bath oils, so I pour tons of lavender and vanilla oil into the bathtub. I usually take quick showers in this forbidden room. However, I know everyone is going to be busy with the wedding. So I can take my time and enjoy myself. I clean up the room thoroughly when I’m done. I’m actually surprised to find the room empty with the guests coming from all over for the wedding. 

    I’m about to change out of my robe and leave the room when Kyle steps in. 

 “I see you’ve made use of the room I set a side, for you,” he smiles.

He moves towards me, cups my cheeks, and kisses me passionately. I feel a rush of warmth between my legs. Then, he picks me up and cradles me gently against him before tossing me in the middle of the king-size bed. He leaps on top of me like a savage beast, forcing my hands on top of my head. Kyle holds them in place with one hand and with the other, he opens my robe and caresses my breast while sucking on my nipples. He starts to nibble on my breast, then bites down gently and glides his hand down slowly towards my groin. He slips his fingers between my folds until I feel a rush of heat all over my body. I start to tremble as if I’m on fire. Then he stops pleasuring me abruptly and just lies there with me. When I cool down, he pulls me close and snuggles into me with his arm around me, and falls asleep. I’m trapped.

Trapped with Melanie’s husband on her wedding night.

This cannot end well.