4

Leah

I stared at the monster in front of me, dumbfounded by his inhumane request.

“You want me to… touch myself?” The words sounded foreign to my ears, but the darkness in his eyes showed that this wasn’t up for debate.

Except for my wolf’s excitement, everything about this was wrong. On what’s supposed to be my matrimonial bed, I would be touching myself to the view of another man, when my supposed husband was barely dead. 

The air stood still with tension as Ares kept his predator eyes pinned on me, and I let out a shuddered sigh. I could fight this. I could say no, scream, and risk being killed. 

But he threatened my father. The only family I had left. And like Elinor said, I had to play the long game.

I had to make him not see me as a threat.

So, blinking back my tears, I scooted back into the bed, my back hitting the headframe. 

My breathing grew uneven as I took in the air laced with the dark, intoxicating scent he emitted, and my wolf pawed and pleaded for me to greedily inhale more of our mate’s delicious scent.

Ares’s gaze sharpened as I summoned the courage to slowly part my legs, his lips tugging into a smirk. 

“That’s it, Little Wolf. Show me how wet you are,” he murmured, his husky voice causing my nipples to tighten into buds against my own will, my whole body on autopilot, in contrast to my mind, which was roaring and fighting desperately against this attraction to him. 

His gaze dragged across my body as he watched me, leaving a set of tingles on each surface his eyes grazed.

“You think I don’t see it?” His tone was low and taunting as he slowly licked his lips. “The way your body betrays you. You hate me… but your wolf knows who you belong to.”

Shae burned hotter than fire as I pushed through my hesitation and spread my legs wide, baring my most intimate parts for him to see as he was close to me, driving a reaction I had never had for anyone out of me. The bed soaked from my wetness, and my face reddened as I took in his physical response.

“Fuck.” he growled deeply as his eyes stayed pinned on my exposed pussy, causing my breathing to match his heavy, hungry ones. The low light made it hard to see, but I could see the imprint of his dick from the fabric of his pants, and I wondered how they might look in person.

Seth and I kissed, but that was all it ever was. He was a gentleman, but I never felt this primal need I was feeling now. This overwhelming urge to have Ares devour me, despite every fibre of my being hating him, was a feeling I could never understand.

My clit throbbed as his eyes drank me in, and his dark orbs met mine after a moment passed. They were pitch black, and I could see it was taking everything in him not to break his promise of not touching me tonight.

If it were left to my wolf, he would touch every part of me.

“Continue,” he ordered, and I took a deep breath. Although I've never indulged in anything sexual with Seth, I have read a lot of books. So touching myself wasn't new, as I often did it in the comfort of my room, daydreaming about the scenes of the naughty pages.

But doing it in front of a man, one who seemed to have worked the pages of the most unhinged sex stories, was a first.

But something was dominating about the way he stared at me, like one action could make him come undone.

So I lowered my hands to my incredibly moist pussy, my fingertips slowly finding my clitoris, the bud hard and needy for attention. 

My breath stuttered as my fingers brushed the swollen nub, a gasp slipping out before I could stop it. The shame tore through me, but my wolf howled with relief, begging me to take more, to give more.

Ares leaned forward, his arms clutching his thighs, watching me like a predator watches its prey.

“Look at you. Dripping. Burning for me. Your body knows its master. Your body knows it belongs to me.” He said, his voice strained and husky as the veins on his head popped hard for restraint.

Pushing out of the fog of lust, I muttered, “My body belongs to no one.” But I wasn't convincing anyone.

My fingers instinctively trailed to my opening, and I slipped a finger into my wet folds, my eyes pinned on him as I repeated the action, small cries leaving my lips as I couldn't pretend anymore. 

“Fuck,” he growled, “Faster.” 

Without thinking, I did exactly that, my fingers pumping in and out, my other hand finding my nipples through the sheer fabric of the nightdress.

“Dirty dirty girl.” He growled, “Faster,” he commanded again, making me clench my fingers, and I increased my pace. 

My body obeyed even as my mind screamed. My legs parted, and his eyes darkened with feral hunger.

“Good girl,” he rasped, dragging his tongue across his lower lip, his arousal obvious in the way his chest rose and fell, in the bulge straining against his pants. “Now, make yourself come. Show me how sweet you are when you break.”