Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Elena's POV

The shock of his finger slipping inside me sent a sharp, electrifying shiver straight up my spine. My hands clutched at his broad shoulders, my fingernails digging into his shoulders as I gasped against his mouth.

Lucien didn't just touch me; he possessed me. Every movement was calculated, dominant, and thick with five years of built-up frustration and hunger.

“Lucien… stop!” I groaned, pulling away from him, but he wasn’t about to let me go without a fight.

"Quiet," he growled against my lips, his voice a low, commanding rumble that made my insides throb. "You used to be so loud for me, Elena. But tonight, you obey."

He pulled his hand back, leaving me aching and empty, only to slam inside me going deeper.

He soon slipped out and picked up a belt lying by the corner as he grabbed my wrist.

"Lucien… what are you doing?" I whispered, half-terrified, half-intoxicated by the raw, dangerous energy radiating off him.

"Fixing you to the table," he said smoothly, stepping closer until his heat consumed me. "You’ve spent five years running from me. You proved tonight that you're still a liar. So until I say otherwise, you don't move."

Before I could protest, he grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them above my head against the cold wood of the table. With swift precision, he bound my wrists tightly with his leather belt, looping it around the wooden frame of the headboard behind the table.

"Lucien, please…"

"Please what?" He leaned down, his lips brushing the top of my ear, his breath scorching hot. "Please stop? Or please take what’s mine?"

I bit my lower lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer. I fought him off and struggled but that was useless. He was stronger than me. He parted my legs with a swift move as a dark, possessive smirk touched his lips.

"You belong to me Elena," he murmured. “And you will do exactly what I want.”

When his bare skin met mine, the contrast between the cold room and his muscular body almost drove me mad.

He gripped my thighs, hoisting my hips to the edge of the table so I was completely exposed to his dark, ravenous gaze.

"Look at me, Elena," he commanded, his voice dripping with authority. "I want you looking into my eyes when I take you."

I forced my gaze to meet his. The gold in his dark eyes was blazing, wild and untamed.

“Don’t do this,” I whispered, but his eyes told me he didn’t care what I thought. He was already mad with desire.

Without another word, he lined his thick, throbbing dick against my slick entrance and pushed in, slowly, mercilessly, filling me until there was no space left between us.

I arched my back, a sharp, ragged scream catching in my throat as he stretched me open. "Ah! Lucien!"

"Fuck," he hissed through clenched teeth, his hands clamping down on my hips so hard his knuckles turned white. "You're still so tight for me... so wet. Tell me, Elena. Has anyone else touched you like this since you died?"

"No," I sobbed, the truth ripping out of me before I could filter it.

I hated how my body couldn’t resist his touch even when I wanted to be away from him.

His dark expression softened for a fraction of a second before hardening back into dominance. "Good. Because if anyone else had, I would have burned this entire city to the ground to find them."

He began to move.

He started a rhythm that was punishing… deep, heavy thrusts that rocked the heavy table against the floor, each impact forcing whimpers and moans from my chest.

He controlled every breath I took, every sound I made. Whenever I tried to lift my bound hands, the leather held me firm, forcing me to endure the glorious torture of his body breaking mine down.

"Say my name," he demanded, leaning over me, his chest slick with sweat as he drove himself deeper inside me, hitting that sensitive spot that made my vision blur with stars. "Say who you belong to!"

"Lucien!" I cried out, my head tossing back against the wood. "God, Lucien, please, stop!"

"Not 'please,'" he growled, bending down to sink his teeth gently into the junction where my neck met my shoulder, marking me, leaving a bruise that would remind me of him tomorrow. "Tell me you're mine."

I looked into his eyes with hate pulsing through me.

"I… hate you!" I whimpered, entirely broken, the pleasure building into a violent, overwhelming storm in my lower belly. "I don’t want this anymore. Let… me… go!”

"Not yet," he ordered, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in with a speed that made my jaw drop. He reached down with his free hand, his thumb crushing against my swollen, sensitive clit, grinding in rhythm with his deep, heavy thrusts. "You don't cum until I tell you to."

"Lucien…!"

"You belong to me," he growled, his eyes locked onto mine, watching the ruin of my composure.

The combination of the leather binding my wrists, his dominant grip on my throat, and the friction between our bodies pushed me past the point of no return.

The thrill of being completely restrained by the man I loved and hated at the same time, shattered whatever remaining defenses I had left.

"Now," he whispered against my lips, his command sending me over the edge. "Cum for me, Elena."

That was all I needed to hear before I shattered.

A high, breathless scream tore from my throat as my pussy clamped down tightly around his throbbing dick, pulsing in waves of ecstasy.

He smiled evilly, watching me squirt all over him as the table and rug beneath us soaked with my fluids.

“That’s my girl,” he smiled. “But I want more.”

He leaned down, taking one of my nipples into his mouth as he sucked the life out of me.

My eyes rolled into my head. I saw stars.

He knew how to touch me and make my body betray me. This man was a monster.

He slid into me slowly, playing with my other nipple with one hand while the other grabbed my butt and kept me in place.

It wasn’t like I was going anywhere. I was tied to this table.

“Lu…” I started to say his name before feeling the second wave of ecstasy crashing through me.

“Ahhhh!” I cried, cumming again and this time, harder, as he pulled out of me while I flooded the table and sat there, legs spread, totally ruined by this cold wolf.

My bound hands strained against the leather belt, my back arching off the table as the orgasm ripped through my entire body.

Watching me break under him was all the trigger Lucien needed. With a low, guttural roar, he drove into me one last time, burying himself as deep as physically possible, and came, his body shuddering as he filled me with his warmth.

For a long time, the only sound in the room was our harsh, ragged breathing.

Lucien stayed buried inside me, his weight crushing me in the most comforting way imaginable, his head resting in the crook of my neck. Slowly, his thumb traced the line of my jaw, gentle now, a huge contrast to the dominant storm that had just passed.

He reached up and unbuckled the leather belt, freeing my wrists. My arms fell heavily around his neck, my fingers immediately tangling into his damp hair.

He raised his head, looking down at me with an expression that was intense.

"You belong to me, Elena," he whispered, his voice dark, possessive, and heavy with finality. "Bound or free, alive or dead. And you're coming with me back home. And this time, there is nowhere on this earth you can run to that I won't hunt you down."

That was all I needed to push him away and stare at him with hate.

“I am… not going… anywhere… with you,” I gasped.

He stared at me with a dark smile. “I have enough stamina to make you comply.”

“It doesn’t matter what you do to me,” I inhaled sharply, leaning against the table to get my bearings. “I won’t go anywhere with you.”

He stared at me for a moment before picking up a cloth and wiping himself off which he tossed aside with a bored expression.

“I am done playing nice, Elena. You will come home with me. And I’m not asking.”

The fear of Eli being dragged into this fucking fight broke me as I jumped to my feet and wobbled to the floor.

He used his werewolf speed to get to me, holding me steady.

“Are you alright?” His voice was warm, but I didn’t care about that.

“Let go of me,” I pushed him away. “You did this to me. I never asked for any of this.”

He stared at me with a cold look then grabbed my jaw and slammed me, head first, into the wall which shook the room.

“Why are you being stubborn?” He growled through gritted teeth. “I’ve given you everything. You broke my heart and think you can do it again now?”

I stared into his eyes with anger. I was helpless in his grip. Still reeling from the sex we had and weakened by his touch. But I was defiant. I would not let him win. Not when Eli’s life was on the line.

“I was being nice before,” he continued. “I was ready to give you a chance to come home with me tomorrow after you’ve cleared your life here but it seems like you like being told what to do.”

“What are you…”

“You will be coming with me tonight. That’s the end of this conversation.”

He let me go as I dropped to my feet while he went to pick up his clothes.

My insides shook with fear. Eli must not be dragged into this. “Lucien. I can’t leave.”

“There is nothing for you to say, Elena. Dress up. You’re coming with me.”

“No… You don’t understand. I can’t leave him.”

That had him turning to me with rage blazing in his eyes.

“Him?” He scoffed. “You have another lover? You told me I was the only one.”

“It’s not what you think…”

He closed the gap between us in an instant. “This only makes my fears real. You will come with me. And if you try to swivel your way out of this I swear to the moon I will…”

“I… I can’t leave my son!”

He stopped his threat as he took a step back, staring at me in shock.

“What did you just say to me?”

I sniffed. The truth was out. There was no taking it back.

“I can’t leave,”

This is the last thing I wanted him to know, but I have to say it. My son is still at home waiting for me; he needs me. “I have a son.“