Emboldened, I deepened the kiss, my tongue dancing with hers, as I reached for the hem of her short gown. I pulled it up, my fingers brushing against the soft, smooth fabric of her tights. The intimate feel of her skin sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body, and I felt myself grow harder, my desire for her reaching a fever pitch.
But just as I was about to take things further, Jane's soft, breathless voice whispered a single word: "Stop." Her hand closed around my wrist, holding me in place.
However, instead of this to discourage me it served as extra motivation for me to push further as I increased the intensity at which I kissed her. My kisses grew more intense, drowning Jane in a sea of passion. She moaned freely, her hands clutching the back of my head as if her life depended on it. I sensed victory within my grasp. It was time to make another move.
I reached for her panties, but she grasped my hands, halting my progress. I frowned, convinced she was bluffing. With a surge of confidence, I attempted to force the issue, trying to pull her panties down despite her resistance.
Jane's reaction was swift and firm. She pushed me away, her palms flat against my chest. "Stop...Hey, I said stop!" she exclaimed, her voice soft yet resolute.
My anger flared, my wolf simmering just below the surface. "What's your problem?" I snapped, my patience wearing thin.
Jane adjusted her gown, her eyes flashing with determination. "I thought I told you I don't want sex," she said, her voice steady.
I sneered, incredulous. This foolish girl had followed me deep into the woods, yet claimed she didn't want sex? I wasn't buying it. My desire for her only intensified, and I was determined to get what I wanted.
With a sly smile, I drew closer, my voice dripping with persuasion. "And who told you I want to have sex with you? I just want to see it. Why don't you show me, huh, sweet girl?" I whispered, my hands reaching out to resume their exploration of her body.
“No. I don't want this anymore," she refused me and started walking away.
That's it
Jane's refusal was like a spark to dry tinder, igniting a firestorm of anger within me. My wolf snarled and howled, its fury echoing through my mind. I caught her wrist, my grip tightening as I spun her back around.
"Where do you think you're going?" I demanded, my eyebrows shooting upward.
Jane's eyes flashed with defiance. "I said I'm not interested. You can't control yourself. I need to leave."
Her words only fueled my anger. "You're not going anywhere until I say so," I growled, my fingers digging deeper into her wrist.
Fear flickered in her eyes, and she struggled to break free. But she was no match for my strength. I was a powerhouse, and she was just a tiny wolf.
"You know, I didn't want to do this," I said, my voice dripping with menace. "But you left me no choice."
With a sudden burst of strength, I dragged her across the grassy floor, throwing her down with a force that made her scream. She landed hard, her hands barely breaking her fall.
"Ahh!" she cried out, her voice echoing through the woods.
As I gazed into Jane's eyes, I saw a mixture of fear and pleading. Her terror was palpable, but instead of sympathizing with her, I found it exhilarating. This felt like a hunt, with her as my helpless prey, praying for a miracle to escape while I was the powerful wolf seeking to devour her.
I took slow, deliberate steps towards her, and she made a feeble attempt to escape by crawling backwards. "Stay away! Please leave me alone. I'm begging you," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of threats and pleas.
This feeling of power was intoxicating. I had never felt so dominant, so in control, even as a werewolf.
"What's the matter? I thought we were having fun," I sneered, and the horror in her eyes only delighted me further.
Just as I was about to pounce, Jane tried to scramble to her feet and make a run for it. But I was too quick, pinning her down effortlessly.
However, just as I was preparing myself for the final act, a voice shouted from behind, "Get off her now!!!" My heart skipped a beat. How did someone hear her?
I turned to face the newcomer, and a sly smile spread across my face. This was my lucky day.
"Bella," I said, immediately releasing Jane as my attention shifted to a more tantalizing prospect. Bella, the loveliest girl in our pack, stood before me. Her youthful beauty, at just 18 years old, had captivated every male in the pack. I had often found myself fantasizing about her. God knows how many times I have wanked myself just thinking about being with her and here she is right in front of me in the middle of the woods However unlike Jane, Bella always seems wiser than her age- knowing better to avoid the older ones in the pack especially the males but she has really made an unwise decision coming here, especially alone.
Her words dripped with disdain. "You should be utterly ashamed of yourself, trying to force yourself on a lady, especially one so young!" Yet, her furious tone only added to her allure.
I smirked, undeterred. "We were only having fun. Care to join?" Bella's response was a scathing frown, but my wolf reveled in her spirit. Her words, "In your wildest dream," sent a thrill through me. How did she know my dreams?
As I gazed at Bella, her stunning beauty struck me. Her curly red hair cascaded down her back like a fiery waterfall. But it was her physique that truly captivated me – curves that rivaled the goddess Aphrodite herself.
Bella's outfit accentuated her curves, leaving me mesmerized. Her tight white crop top hugged her plump breasts, while her slim, toned stomach beckoned attention. The beautiful innie of her navel was a delightful surprise. Her hips and waist seemed almost unreal, a perfect blend of slender and curvy.
The short, dark blue skirt she wore revealed her smooth, shapely legs, making it impossible not to admire her beauty. Jane, still crying on the floor, seemed forgotten in Bella's presence.
Bella rushed to Jane's side, helping her up. "Bella," Jane's voice trembled with relief.
"Don't worry, I'm getting you out of here," Bella reassured her, supporting Jane as she stood.
I watched, intrigued by Bella's naivety. Did she really think she could just intervene and end this?
There is no escaping for both of them. Even with them being two they are still no match for me. Jane wolf is weak while Bella hasn't activated her wolf power yet. I am stronger, faster and a lot hornier to let them go just like that, especially now that I have the girl of my wildest fantasy within my grasp.
After picking Jane up Bella was assisting her in walking when I blocked their path.
“What are you doing? Get out of our way," Bella frowned with a confident tone.
“I would have loved to do that but you see. I am hungry and I am not leaving here until I feed," I said with a wicked smile and lustful eyes.
Bella's POV "Tell me what you did to Damian," Tristan demanded, his eyes blazing with intensity. "He took you to a private room three days ago, and afterward, he left the house in a hurry. What happened between you two? What did you do to him?"I tried to reason with him. "I told you, I didn't do anything to him. What power do I have to possibly harm him?" But Tristan seemed convinced that I was hiding something. His eyes narrowed, and he took a step closer to me. "Tell me what you did to him, witch!" he yelled.Though I was scared I felt something inside me snapped. "It seems you're mistaking me for your dead sister because of my red hair," I mocked, my voice laced with sarcasm. "She's the witch, not me." Tristan's face turned red with rage, and before I knew it, he slapped me, sending me crashing to the floor.“How dare you speak to my beloved sister like that?" He glared at me.As I struggled to get up, I tasted blood on my lips which I quickly wiped off with the back of my palm,
Damian's POV Despite the pleasure I had just experienced from the human servant girl sucking my dick, I still couldn't shake off the feeling of emptiness. My mind kept wandering back to Bella, and I knew I had to get out of the mansion before I ended up losing control again. As I stepped outside and approached the black Mercedes Benz packed close to the entrance of the building, I felt a sudden chill as if I was being watched. It was a strange feeling I couldn't explain. Turning around, I caught a glimpse of Bella standing at the window, her eyes locked onto mine. The pain and hurt in her gaze were unmistakable, despite her attempts to hide it.For a moment, I felt a pang of guilt for what I did to her, but I pushed it aside. Why should I care about her feelings? She meant nothing to me after all. I turned away, got into the vehicle, and sped off, leaving the mansion and its occupants behind.I drove to a secluded spot, far from the mansion's oppressive atmosphere. As I stepped out o
Henry's POV The cell door creaked open, and my curiosity got the better of me. I was surprised to see Jane standing in the doorway, a hint of dark humor dancing in her eyes. "Hey, still alive?" she asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm, as she leaned against the doorframe.I managed a weak joke, despite the ache in my body. "Barely, thanks to you though." I was grateful for the food and water she had brought me earlier, which had helped me cling to life.Jane's smile grew wider as she took a step closer. "Good," she said, her voice low and menacing. "It means you have enough strength for what I'm about to do to you." My eyes widened in alarm as I wondered what she had planned this time."Hey, wait..." I started to say, but Jane's expression had already turned sinister. What did she have in store for me?She drew closer to me then she started unbuttoning her shirt till her boobs were completely exposed. I swallowed at the sight of it.“What is this?" I asked, stunned.“I thought you m
Brian's POV The pack house compound was abuzz with anticipation, every single member of Roshan's pack gathered in a circle around us, forming a makeshift ring. We stood facing each other, prepared and dressed in traditional battle attire – shirtless, with shorts and our bodies rubbed with special oils, a red ribbon tied around our foreheads. The air was thick with tension.Among the crowd, I spotted my friends in the front row, their faces etched with worry and nerves. I knew they were scared for my safety, and I couldn't blame them. I was scared too, but I couldn't afford to show it. Roshan would feed off my fear, using it to his advantage. If he sensed even a hint of weakness, he'd win the fight before it began."Don't worry, young wolf," Roshan sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "I'll take good care of your pack when I send you to join your father in the afterlife." I fixed my gaze on him, my concentration unwavering. "Shut up and fight," I growled, my voice firm.Roshan's e
Brian's POV My voice barely contained my incredulity. "I don't understand. What do you mean I'll have to relinquish my pack to you?" I asked, my gaze drifting to my friends at the table – David, Alex, Chris, and Tom. Their shocked faces mirrored my own, and they began murmuring among themselves, their disapproval evident.Roshan's calm demeanor only fueled my confusion. "It's exactly as you understand it to be," he replied, his tone measured. "For my help, you'll have to step down as alpha, and your pack will be under my leadership. Don't worry, I'll compensate you – you'll be second in command after me."The more he spoke, the more absurd his proposal seemed. "You're joking, right?" I said, a laugh escaping my lips as I waited for the punchline. But Roshan's expression remained stone-serious, his eyes unwavering."This must be some kind of joke," I pressed, my amusement faltering. Roshan's response was unnervingly calm. "I'm afraid not, my boy. This is for your own good. You're stil
Bella's POV“Please don't do this," I pleaded with Damian but when he lowered his face down to my treasure area and gave my panties a sniff I felt a strong wave of pleasure move through my body just by that action alone.“Ah," I moaned softly, trying to be strong, trying my best to fight against the feeling of pleasure I was feeling.I should be hating this, not enjoying it.Damian kept on sniffing my panties with his nose and his nose plus slips slightly brushed against it in the process added to the pleasure I was feeling. However I could feel the tears building up in my eyes as well.If I am enjoying it why then am I crying? Could this be a way of my subconscious telling me I don't want it? But if I don't want it why is this feeling so fucking good!“It's because he is our mate. Everything is enhanced. We want him, Bella, just accept your fate," Zara said in my head but I refuse to accept.It is Brian I love and Brian would never force me to do what I don't want to do but this mons