The forced night

CHAPTER 005

THE FORCED NIGHT

The drumming outside thundered like war—shield beats echoing through the stone walls, the entire pack waiting outside, their ears perked up listening, lips judging. They wouldn’t stop until the scent of mating heat flooded the corridor. Until there was proof.

It was late at night before Cecilia finally came to a decision. There was no other way. She had to consummate the marriage.

She slammed the chamber door, the bolt locking with a final click. Her blood still roared from the reception—from her father’s toast, from the guards dragging her here like she meant nothing.

Cassian stood by the fireplace, shirt half-torn from her earlier claws, four bloody lines crisscrossing his chest. His eyes met hers predatory and the rage inside her boiled over.

“Let’s do it,” she snarled, voice cutting through the drumming. “Right now. Give them what they want.”

He didn’t flinch, even though her tone was harsh. “Cecilia—”

“You heard the order.” She stalked toward him, claws extending. “Fuck me or watch me lose everything. Your choice.”

Cassian’s gaze flicked to the door, to the relentless rhythm outside. “Are you sure?”

She shoved him back against the bedpost, hard enough to rattle the frame. Her hand fisted in his hair, yanking his head down. “Yes. Now touch me before I make you bleed worse.”

His jaw clenched, but he nodded. “Words, Cecilia. Say it.”

“Yes,” she hissed, ripping his shirt the rest of the way open. “Kiss me. Fuck me. Just do it.”

He crashed into her then—no more questions. His mouth claimed hers, brutal at first, teeth clashing as she bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. She tasted copper, growled into him, claws raking fresh lines down his back. Punishing him. Using him.

But Cassian didn’t push back. Not yet. He let her savage his mouth, let her shove him onto the bed and straddle him, pinning his wrists with one hand while the other tore at his trousers.

She freed him. His cock was thick, veined, and already glistening with precum. She sank down in one vicious thrust, taking every inch without mercy. 

Pain exploded through her as her body gave way—virgin blood mixing with his on the sheets, proof for the entire pack that their untouchable queen had finally been claimed.. 

Pleasure ignited through her as she rode him hard and fast, her hips slamming on his whilst her nails dug bloody crescents into his chest.

Outside, the drumming faltered as if the guards had caught the first wave of scent.

Good.

She leaned down, sinking her fangs into his claiming mark again, reopening the wound. Blood flooded her mouth. 

He arched beneath her with a guttural groan that sent shivers down her spine but still didn’t fight. His hands were gripping the sheets, letting her use him as the tool to save her crown.

She hated him for it. Hated how full he made her feel, how her body betrayed her with every grind. She suddenly wanted more of him.

“Move,” she snarled, biting his shoulder harder.

He obeyed, thrusting up to meet her, but slowly and controlled.

She slapped his chest, claws drawing more blood. “Harder. Give them what they’re listening for.”

Cassian’s eyes flashed gold. “As you wish.”

But he still held back.

Something snapped.

In a blur, he surged up and without warning flipped her onto her back so fast the world spun. His hand pinned her wrists above her head.

Cecilia gasped, struggling, but he held her down effortlessly.

“No more pretending,” he growled against her throat, hips driving into her with a punishing force so deep and relentless. 

For the first time since she took the crown, Cecilia felt small beneath a male. And her wolf whined, not in rage, but in surrender

“You want proof? I’ll give it to them.” he continued snarling.

She cried out, rage and pleasure twisting together as he wrecked her. 

Each thrust slammed home, angling perfectly, hitting that spot that made her vision white out. 

His free hand gripped her thigh, spreading her wide, holding her open while he claimed every inch.

He didn’t rush. Even now, buried deep, he slowed—torturing her. 

His hips rolled slowly whilst slamming into her making sure to hit that perfect spot that had her holes clenching around him. 

He leaned forward letting, his mouth trailed soft kisses down her collarbone, fire that contrasted the brutal slow pace of his hips. Cecilia tried hard not to moan beneath him but her mewls escaped from her lips and her toes curled in fury and need.

Cecilia mewled despite herself, arching into him. “Bastard—”

He silenced her with a kiss, probing deep, tongue mirroring his cock until she succumbed, moaning into his mouth like the weak thing she feared becoming.

He pulled back, dark intense eyes locked on hers. “I want to kiss you everywhere. Is that okay?”

He needed to take his time to memorize every inch of her because he didn't know when next she would let him have her.

She wanted to say no. Wanted to snarl and warned him not to dare. But her body screamed yes. Her body wanted this. And she knew she would probably let him do anything at this point because she was so turned on that there was no going back for her.

“Yes,” she breathed, hating him.

He moved lower, his lips closing around one nipple, sucking hard while his thumb massaged the other slowly. She arched, fingers digging into his hair, pulling hard enough to hurt.

He didn’t stop. Instead created a pathway of kisses to her navel, then lower. 

She was naked beneath him and he could smell her suppressed arousal.

He spread her thighs apart and the smell of her wetness hit him strongly in the nose that his self control almost snapped. He leaned forward inhaling her scent like it was air he’d been denied for years.

He looked up one last time. She nodded, frantic, her expression pleading.

He lowered his head and took a sniff of her again before his tongue slaked out to have a taste.

She was everything and more than he imagined and he couldn't stop himself from doing more.

His tongue lashed out sucking her clit, licking deep, well aware that it was driving Cecilia crazy.

She was a moaning mess beneath him now but he knew he hadn't gotten there yet. He wanted her to scream his name.

So, he focused on her clit while he plunged two fingers inside her pussy. He pushed in and out with the same rhythm he used in sucking her clit—curling and pumping in rhythm.

He felt her walls tighten around him the same time she cried out his name.

Cecilia shattered. “Cassian!” The scream tore through from her throat, walls clenching around his fingers as release ripped through her, her body vibrating like one suffering from a seizure, toes curling.

She barely recovered before he was back inside her—tip at her entrance, huge and throbbing. He hesitated.

“I’m ready,” she gasped. “Do it.”

She closed her eyes as she felt him slowly push in and felt her walls expand to accommodate her size while he filled her completely.

He was huge and hard and it took a few seconds for her to get adjusted to his size with a whimper.

Cassian waited for her to feel comfortable before he began to move. Slowly at first and then gradually increasing his pace, harder, hips snapping with possessive force.

In this moment, she was his.

That single thought was somehow enough to fuel his passion so that had him leaning down towards her breast.

His lips closed down around her nipple again and he felt her arch backwards, giving him access. He sucked harder, his other hands shot out to massage the other whilst thrusting deep. 

Her fingers dug into the soft nest of his hair as she moaned his name, her other nails raked his back bloody.

“Cecilia,” he murmured huskily as he moved inside her. 

Wanting to have a taste of her lips, he kissed her again, swallowing her cries and leading her to her release. 

He felt her walls tighten around his cock and he let out a shuddered moan and further increased his pace.

Her nails dug into his back just as she screamed her release. His name tore through her lips echoing off the walls as she came again, harder, milking him.

Cassian followed, his body going rigid as his release came violently. He spilled his hot semen inside her, claiming her completely before resting his forehead against hers.

The drumming outside stopped dead. Silence. Then distant cheers.

He rested his forehead against hers, both slick with sweat and blood.

“You’re perfect when you break, Cecilia,” he whispered, voice raw.

She couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. His seed trickled out as he pulled away, but the damage was done.

He cleaned the blood from his chest at the basin, then lay on the couch far away.

Cecilia stared at the ceiling, body trembling with aftershocks.

She’d saved her crown.

But the man on the couch had just ruined her and she’d begged for it every second.