Lustful Desires

No one moved. No one dared speak. The gavel fell.

Sold to the man in the middle!

The guards hauled me forward, their grip tight and unrelenting. Rage and humiliation collided inside me. If I had a wolf… if my powers weren’t suppressed… I could fight them all. I could rip them apart.

Outside, he was waiting. His face half-hidden, the shadows accentuating the sharp angles of his jaw and the smirk on his lips.

“Interesting,” he said.

“Interesting what?!” I snapped, anger flaring. “I’ve told you already! You’ve got the wrong girl! Why wouldn’t you listen?!”

His smirk didn’t falter. I could feel the control he had, the quiet power that seemed to radiate from him like heat. And then… suddenly, darkness swallowed me again.

When I woke up, I groaned, my head pounding in time with the anger coiling in my chest. The room was unfamiliar, cold, and so silent it pressed down on me.

I had lost consciousness twice in one day. Twice.

I sat up, dragging my hands over my face, shaking my head in frustration and disbelief. This has to be the worst day of my life…

I pushed myself up on shaky elbows, trying to understand where I was, how I’d gotten here when I suddenly felt someone watching me.

I turned sharply.

“You!?” I gasped.

He stepped out so impossibly composed. Then he removed his cloak and my breath vanished.

He had long, impossibly long golden hair fallen over his shoulders. His eyes were violet, and they locked onto mine with a force that made my heartbeat stutter.

His face… gods.

Striking, perfect, carved like he was sculpted from something divine.

I froze for a moment, dazed, forgetting to breathe. Then reality slammed back into me hard.

“You… you’ve got the wrong person,” I protested, voice cracking. “I’m not who you think..”

He cut me off with a single, quiet sentence:

“I don’t care… if you’re really a slave or a noble.”

My heart tripped over itself… then kept tripping, like it didn’t know how to beat anymore.

“What… what do you mean?” I whispered, my voice trembling so faintly I barely heard it myself.

He didn’t answer. He just stepped forward, slow and certain, and before I could step back, before a single protest could form on my lips—

He kissed me.

I froze.

My breath vanished, my pulse exploded.

My entire body locked up in shock but my wolf didn’t.

A violent, wild surge erupted inside me like something had been asleep all my life and suddenly jolted awake with a roar.

His lips were warm. Soft. Firm. Hungry.

The kiss was beautiful in a way that terrified me because I didn’t want it but for some reason, my body leaned into it, betraying me instantly.

“It really is you…” he murmured against my lips, and the soft brush of his breath nearly made my knees buckle even though I was still sitting.

“What are you talking about?”

I tried to say, but the words fell apart, tangled with a shaking inhale.

My dormant wolf, silent all my life, missing, useless surged even more. The heat slammed into me so violently I gasped.

“No… no, no.. ” I whispered weakly, trying to push back, but my hands betrayed me, curling into his shirt like they belonged to someone else.

The heat inside me spread so fast I nearly sobbed.

My mind screamed stop, but my body begged more.

My entire body flushed, burning, trembling. Desire rushed through me like wildfire, I couldn’t control it; I couldn’t even understand it. I had never felt anything like this. Never. Not once.

I felt like I was losing my mind.

His lips brushed mine again and I whimpered, an involuntary, desperate sound.

I didn’t want any of this.

But the bond, whatever monstrous thing had awoken wrapped around my ribs like chains and pulled me straight into him.

He growled softly when I bit his lower lip. His hand then clamped around my waist, fingers digging in, pulling me close. His violet eyes were burning, wild, starving… but focused entirely on me, as if I was the only thing in existence.

I was shaking uncontrollably, my breathing ragged, my lips swollen from his kisses.

“I… please…” my voice cracked, breaking into a whisper I despised. “I can’t.. I don’t know what’s… happening to me..”

His expression darkened with recognition.

Understanding.

Possession.

He cupped my jaw with both hands, gently forcing my head back as he kissed me deeply again. And the heat inside me shattered again, exploding into something even more intense. I gasped against his mouth.

Then he pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss just enough to whisper against my lips, "You belong to me."

I parted my lips even more in response, letting him explore my mouth hungrily. His kiss was dominant yet gentle, one hand moving to the back of my neck while the other stayed on my face.

"Lift your arms up," He commanded in such a domineering way.

A shiver ripped through me so violently that I whimpered again, then I lifted my arms up without hesitation, letting him pull the clothes I was wearing off completely.

I was now naked in front of him, my breasts heaving with each breath I took, and my legs slightly parted.

He took off his trousers and began to move in my body, his thick dick sliding in and out of me at that same agonizingly slow pace. He didn’t give me a single second to think or breathe…

Only to feel.

To want.

To need.

To obey the pull that wasn’t mine.

And he kissed me again, devouring and slow, like he’d been starved for me for years.

While I trembled helplessly, lost in a desire I could not control.