2.

E S T E L L E’S P O V

A painful whimper escaped my mouth as I rolled over on the soft structure I lay on. I didn't want to wake up. I didn't know why but I wanted to stay. I wanted to remain unconscious. Somehow, sleep eluded me and I opened my eyes.

Instant regret caught me by the throat because my head began to pound hard as I took in my surroundings. Fuck!

Where was I?

Panic mixed with the constant banging on my forehead and I stopped short, catching sight of the man who lay peacefully besides me. Who is he? And how did he— I glanced down at my body covered by the sheets and a gasp erupted from me.

What happened?

The memories of last night came flooding through my mind. This man…

“You are mine for tonight,” He murmured against my skin, his hot breath fanning my face as he lay me on the bed.

I didn't know if it was the effect of the alcohol I had but my core throbbed hard as he towered above me. He began to unbutton his shirt but it was taken slow so I reached up and started to help.

“Impatient,” His gruff voice caressed my skin, sending shivers down to my aching pussy. I need him now…

With the last button out of the way, I could see his broad body. Fuck! This man was hard. In my drunk haze, I dragged my hands over his body as if I could not get enough of it and stopped at his hardened v-shaped torso. This man was sin walking around.

I glanced at the bulge pulling tent in his pants and my mouth turned watery. Instinctively, I dragged one of my hand down my vagina and rubbed my swollen clit. A moan slipped past my lips as I was about to rub his bulge, he caught me and pushed back to the bed gently.

“Tonight, I am going to fuck you so raw that you would remember whatever led you into my room.” His threat hung in the air between us, lust and want mixing.

His dark gaze trailed every part of my body as if drinking me in and goose bumps splayed over my body at his filthy perusal.

My breath caught as it stopped on the swell of my breasts, lust dancing in his eyes, my dark nipples hardened at the sudden attention. The look of pure satisfaction coursed through his gaze as he noticed the effect he had on me. It made me remember how Mike had hated how big they were but this man… looked like he loved them.

He reached down like a master who owned me and captured them through the shirt, with his fingers and gave them a tight pinch. I let out a cry, writhing beneath him. I arched further into his touch as he rubbed the tip, soothing the pain he had inflicted on them.

Fuck! I should not like the way he was touching me. But…

He dipped down, his eyes not leaving mine as he grazed his teeth on one of them. I sucked in a deep breath and watched with frenzy as he pulled it between his teeth, giving it a slight tug through my shirt. He let go of it.

“Fuck!” He cursed. “The scent of your arousal is driving me crazy, Dove.”

He rose above me. “Take off every piece of clothing on you, I want to see you.” Every word he spoke was enunciated with command. I couldn’t resist. Didn't want to. With my gaze locked with his, I took off my shirt and stopped short when there second strap of my lacy bra came off.

“Take it off, dove or I will rip it off you!” Lust clouded his eyes as he watched my little dance… my show.

I shivered and finally let the bra fall free and breasts sprang out like they were hungry for his attention. His tongue swiped over his lips, fixating on my dark nipples. His breath turned heavy. I wriggled out of my trousers and let him pull it off me, eyeing my core with pure hunger. All that remained between us was my black lacy panties which did nothing to hide the little hairs splattered over my pussy and his trouser still on with his belt intact.

Without saying anything, his hand shot out to me and I let out a shriek as he curled them around the band of my panties and ripped them off me. My eyes widened in shock. What the fuck?

His gaze found mine. “First rule, Dove. When I give an order, you obey me.”

He didn't let me speak as he spread my thighs wider and settled deeply, his crotch just above me. I was laid bare below him, every inch of my body crying for his attention and as if he understood that language, slowly, he sucked one of my nipples in his warm mouth. I let out a soft moan, my hands flying up to hold his head as I thread my fingers through his soft hair.

He sucked, bit and tugged, exchanging between the two. I was a whining mess and I could feel myself dripping even more at his brutal and delicious attack. I tried to moved against him but he held me in place.

“You are not getting pleasure if I am not the one giving you,” He said to me, my nipple halfly-placed in his mouth.

In the midst of it, his fingers caressed the inner of my thighs and faintly teasing the place I wanted him most. Man, this was pure torture.

He arose, sucking his lower lip as he watched me like a meal he couldn’t wait to devour. He undid his belt and zipped down, his hard cock sprang free and I let out a loud gasp. Fuck, he was huge. It was long and thick, even thicker than that of Mike’s. Veins twirled around him, stopping at his pink crown that had a drop of pre-cum running down. I licked my lips, wanting to taste him.

I gulped hard, contemplating if this was the best time to stop all of these. I don't think I can…

“You don't get to run now, Dove.”

His hands trailed every curve of my body and he stopped right above my swollen clit. I squirmed beneath him as he circled it, keeping his eyes on my face. His eyes dilated as mine rolled to the back of my head. He rubbed fast and hard, emitting moans from my parted mouth. When I could not hold it any longer, I reached down to hold his hand but he caught me with his other hand and caged it above my head.

I whined at him and he captured my nipple in a brutal way, giving it a bite. He carefully slid his finger into me, pumping it in and out. My core clenched around him at the gentle intrusion. He added two fingers and without warning, he pushed them into me, sliding all the way to my G-spot.

I let out a cry as he continued, increasing his pace, fast and quick. I could feel something building inside of me and I jerked my knees forward in reflex, following his pace, also wanting to reach that height. I could see it. I could feel it. Just a little more and I would reach it. Yes, yes… I am almost there. My chest heaved as I reached forth to touch it but this man withdrew his fingers and rose above me.

The fuck!

“Why did you—”

“You seem to forget who is in charge here, Dove. I say when you cum. And you are not doing that without having my cock buried in you.” He positioned himself at my entrance and I stared at the place where our bodies joined together in a profane ecstasy. Gosh, he was big.

He teased my core with the tip of his dick as he slid it down to my entrance. He pushed himself into me, his grunt and my moan mixing together to form a forbidden and lewd rhythm, the walls of my core gripped around his cock.

He began to slide in and out of me. Slowly, he picked up the pace and all that echoed on the room were my cries and his groans.

I pulled him to me as my eyes were half closed in ecstasy as he pounded into me. “Yes, fuck… like that.”

My fingers scratched his skin like I wanted him deeper, deeper inside of me. I wanted to forget everything. Absolutely everything….

As we both near climax, his pounding became faster and with a last, destructive push into me, we both came and I...

Stormy grey eyes flickered open and I reared back in shock. What the hell?

His nose twitched as if he could smell something and he looked at me. First, confusion and uncertainty, the next, rage and hatred and instantly, he jolted away from me.

I flinched slightly. “Erm… I am…”

“I don't care to know who you are!” He snapped at me and I balked at the fury directed at me.

“You are human!” He spat like it was sin to be one.

“Yes but—”

His nostrils flared. “There’s no way the moon fucking goddess will mate a freaking, weak human to me! Never! I do not accept!”

Wait, mate? I was his mate?

He arose from the bed, glaring daggers at me. He regarded like I was a mistake. Something that was never supposed to happen to him… the pain I was feeling opened afresh and reality crashed on me.

“I don't want you,” His words sliced through me.

Every dirty words he told me last night replayed in my head and soul crushing pain flared through my body.

“I, Castiel Vexthorn, hereby reject you…”

His voice was deep enough to crack through bone, but there was nothing warm in it—only venom. His gaze raked over me like I was filth daring to stand in his presence. His lips twisted, the faintest curl of disdain.

“What is your name?” he asked, not because he cared, but because it was the last formality before he broke me apart.

I swallowed, forcing my chin up. “Estelle Frost.”

The silence stretched for a heartbeat, then—

“I reject you, Estelle Frost.”

The words hit harder than any physical blow. It was as if an invisible thread that had been tugging at my chest was being ripped away. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t even blink. The sharp, tearing ache spread like wildfire through my body, burning behind my ribs, in my throat, in my skull.

But I didn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me crumble. Not here. Not in front of a man whose eyes looked at me like I was a curse he needed to purge.

He wore the last piece of clothing and stormed out of the room, leaving me, broken and rejected.