Chapter 18 — No Turning Back

Dmitry left the meeting with sharp eyes and an impassive expression, as always. But inside, the beast was roaring.

“Stay away from her. All of you! Lycans or not. She’s mine!”

The tension with the partners about the Demidovs and their alliances with vampires was expected, yet irritating. Still, nothing bothered him more than the idea of other men looking at Susan.

He scanned the hall until he found her. His shoulders relaxed slightly when he saw that Alexei was still by her side.

In the next instant, his brother gave him a mischievous look, and a lazy smile appeared on his lips. As if saying: “Your problem now.”

Dmitry held the gaze only as long as necessary before seeing him say goodbye. And then she was alone. Finally.

He approached with slow steps. There was no rush. He wanted her to feel him. He wanted her instinct to respond. And she did. When Susan turned her face, her green eyes met his, and her breath faltered. Too subtle for others to notice.

“But not for me. She’s beautiful… So mine…”

“Are you enjoying the event?” Dmitry asked, his voice low, almost intimate, heavy with a control that was reaching its limit.

“It’s all very beautiful, yes.”

He tilted his head slightly, observing the effort she made to maintain her composure.

“Are you uncomfortable?”

“A little. So many… looks.”

“They want her. They want to fuck her. They think they can… Poor fools.”

“Do you want to get some air?”

She looked at him, surprised by the offer.

“The Rose Garden is quieter. It’s at the back of the VDNH. Most people don’t even know it’s open today.”

She hesitated. Dmitry felt the silent struggle within her.

“The choice is hers, but if she says yes… she’s mine for good.”

“Alright,” she answered softly.

He offered his arm, and after a second of hesitation, she accepted.

“She’s touching me… Fuck! Her blood calls to mine. So close…”

As they walked through the pavilion corridors, the sounds of the event faded behind them. The scent of roses mixed with the night created a contrast with the stuffy atmosphere of the hall.

“Have you been here before?”

“No… I’ve never come to this part. It’s beautiful,” she said, looking at the flowers. “But it looks even more so now. At night.”

Dmitry stopped near a stone sculpture covered in vines.

“Say it. Show her. She needs to know she’s mine!”

“And so are you,” he said simply.

She stared at him, surprised.

“What?”

“Beautiful,” he repeated, his voice lower, denser, letting each syllable weigh heavy. “I’m not going to pretend I don’t see it. You’re trying to fight this, Susan.”

“Mr. Rurik…” She swallowed hard. “You’re married.”

“Fuck that! She’s mine! Only mine!”

“Don’t lie to yourself. You feel it. Even if you try to deny it.”

She took a step back. He advanced slowly, like a patient predator.

“You’re scared. That’s understandable…” he said firmly, his voice brushing against provocation. “But it’s not just because of me. It’s because of what you feel.”

“This… isn’t real. I don’t even understand why I feel this way when I’m near you.”

“Because you’re mine, Susan.” The declaration came raw, leaving no room for doubt.

“Mine… From the first second. From that damned scent that got me addicted.”

“No… This is madness. I’m not…”

He interrupted her, brushing her face with his fingers, marking her with his touch.

“You can run from the words. But your body… Your scent… Your eyes… Everything in you screams for me.”

“She’s trembling… But she’s not pulling away… She knows.”

“Susan…” he murmured, softer now, almost like sweet poison. “Tell me you don’t feel it. Tell me while looking into my eyes.”

She couldn’t. Her gaze wavered, as if she were on the edge of something that scared her but also attracted her.

And then she took a step forward. A small movement. But enough.

“She chose. She surrendered. She’s ours!”

Dmitry’s eyes lit up with a fierce glow. The beast inside him roared in victory.

“Touch her. Mark her. Fuck her. Now!”

Holding her face with both hands, he kissed her.

At first, the touch was hesitant. But the moment her lips responded, he gave himself completely. The kiss intensified with the force of everything that had been repressed.

“She feels me. She wants me. Fuck everything else.”

Susan let out a muffled moan, clutching his jacket, and Dmitry deepened the kiss, with hunger, with thirst, with the possession of someone who would not and did not want to let go.

He felt every tremor of hers, every sigh lost in the heat of their intertwined lips.

There, in the middle of the silent garden, she surrendered. Not because he forced her, but because there was no longer any way to pretend.

“She is mine. Ours! And never… NEVER… will she belong to anyone else.”

***

She should pull away. Say no. Remember everything that made this a mistake.

But the moment she felt the heat of Dmitry’s body press against hers, it was like being consumed by an overwhelming fire that dissolved any trace of rationality.

His taste. The strength of his touch. The woody, intense perfume that enveloped her, invading her senses… Everything brought the dreams back.

The feverish, forbidden dreams she had had since the day she met him. And with them, all her resistance crumbled.

She forgot where they were. The danger of being seen. The fact that his wife was just a few meters away, among the guests…

That she was a witch his kind hated.

Nothing else mattered.

The only thought left was Dmitry. The touch of his possessive hands, the hot brush of his lips, the way he devoured her as if it were the last time.

Susan felt her body go weak, her senses clouded by the addictive taste of his kisses. And when she realized it, she was already pressed against a tree, the rough trunk contrasting with the warm firmness of the hands that held her with intensity.

His fingers slid through the side slit of her dress, and the contact of skin with his fingers caused an immediate shiver that ran up her spine, making her gasp.

“D… Dmitry…” she murmured, trying to keep control. But her voice came out weak, as if she had already surrendered.

He didn’t answer. He simply slid his large palm along her bare thigh in a slow, torturous caress, as if marking every inch he touched.

“Fuck control…” he growled in a rawer, guttural voice, the Lycan inside him manifesting.

“I want to feel every damn piece of her. Taste her. Mark her. Destroy any doubt.”

Dmitry knelt before her, lifted her leg with ease, and the sight of him in that position made something in her belly contract violently.

“What are you… doing?” she whispered, confused and breathless, her fingers tangling in his hair while her other hand trembled near her own lips. “Someone might see… Your wife…”

He looked up, and the gaze he gave her was pure intensity, an abyss of dilated, black pupils.

He was starving.

“Let them see…” Dmitry smiled, provocative, mocking, but his eyes were filled with silent fury.

“Let everyone know she is mine. My fuck, my addiction, my fucking weakness.”

The Lycan growled, and Dmitry completed, in an acidic whisper:

“Let them know you belong to me.”

“Dmitry… You… can’t do this.”

He let out a low, predatory laugh.

“Yes, I can.” The dangerous smile widened. “You belong to me. And I’m fucking tired of pretending otherwise.”

“Tired of holding back… Of not ripping this fucking dress off and burying myself inside you in front of everyone!”

The Lycan completed, fierce.

Before Susan could process those words, she felt the shock of the bite he applied to the inside of her thigh.

The sharp heat of pain mixed with fulminant pleasure, and she let out an uncontrollable moan, muffling it with her own hand.

“Dmitry…!”

He sucked lightly on the sensitive skin, his hot tongue caressing the newly marked spot.

“Perfect…” Dmitry murmured against her skin, his teeth still gently grazing.

“Now she’s mine. Marked… Just like I wanted from the first damn second!”

The Lycan grunted, excited.

Dmitry was completely out of control, and she needed to stop… but she had no strength to fight him.

“Have you lost your mind?!”

She asked desperately. He raised his face, his gaze burning.

“Yes. Since the moment I saw you in that meeting room.” His hand moved up her thigh, his firm fingers squeezing harder. “Since you looked at me that way… Since that mere touch in my office.”

“Since I smelled your sweet scent provoking my instinct… wanting to be fucked until you forget your own name.”

The Lycan growled, merciless.

She felt her breath fail.

“That didn’t mean…”

“Don’t lie to me, Susan,” he cut her off, his voice hard, eyes flashing like embers. “Since then, I’ve been dreaming about you. About your scent. About the sound of your voice. About your fucking moan caught in your throat when I touched you for the first time.”

“About your taste, about the way you writhe when I fuck you in my dreams.”

The Lycan completed, hoarse with desire.

Susan gasped. Her heart hammered in her chest.

“The dreams…”

Dmitry smiled sideways, obscene.

“Yes, I know you call me into them,” he murmured, eyes locked on hers, while his hand held her leg open.

“All night calling me. Begging me! Come, Dmitry… Fuck me… Mark me… Destroy me!”

The Lycan roared inside him, possessive.

She tried to shake her head, but couldn’t.

“I tried… to resist,” her voice came out low, broken. “I swear I tried…”

“And I tried to keep you away,” Dmitry slid his hand more firmly. “But you fucked me, Susan. You ruined me.”

“You drove me insane!” The Lycan roared. “And now I can only think about burying my cock inside you until I can’t take it anymore!”

His fingers reached her panties, the hot and intentional touch made her gasp. Her body arched involuntarily, and he laughed. Low, hoarse.

“Do you have any idea what you caused? Since that day…” His tone was a contained growl, loaded with frustration. He didn’t finish the sentence, but he didn’t need to — she knew.

“I don’t think. I don’t sleep. I only cum in my fucking hand imagining this body of yours.”

The Lycan screamed inside him, starving.

She moaned softly, trying to regain her senses.

“This… is wrong… Dmitry, I… your wife…”

He silenced her with a biting kiss on the skin of her thigh.

“You feel it… Every dream. Every desire. Every moment I was inside you.”

“Every time I made you cum just with my thoughts.”

The Lycan completed, hoarse with desire.

Susan widened her eyes, her skin on fire.

“I… yes…” she confessed in a trembling whisper. “I felt everything.”

“Because we are connected. Because you are mine.” He pushed the fabric of her panties aside, and with a firm movement, rested her thighs on his shoulders.

“And now I’m going to prove it to you. I’m going to fuck you the way you deserve. The way I’ve always wanted.”

The Lycan roared.

Susan opened her mouth to protest, but before she could say anything, she felt the shock of his hot tongue sliding along her intimacy. Slow. Deep.

Her body reacted as if struck by an electric shock. A loud moan escaped, and she had to cover her mouth with her hand to keep from screaming.

“Dmitry…!” she whispered, trembling.

He held her firmly, keeping her open for him, exploring her with his tongue as if savoring a rare wine.

“So delicious…” he growled against her, the vibration of his voice causing a devastating shiver through her entire body.

“My ruin…”

The Lycan roared, maddened.

She writhed, lost, and Dmitry increased the rhythm. His tongue working with precision and intensity while Susan pulled his hair, trembling uncontrollably.

“Dmitry… I’m… going to…!”

He simply held her thigh tighter, sucking her clit with more intensity, and the climax hit her violently, making her curl against him, her entire body in spasms.

But Dmitry didn’t stop.

Before she could catch her breath, he rose, lifting her. His intense gaze locked on hers. Their bodies pressed together as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and she felt the hard, hot touch of his cock brushing against her sensitive entrance.

She gasped, in shock.

When had he opened his pants?

“Dmitry…”

Pressing her against the tree, he held her face with both hands, making her look at him.

“Do you want me to stop?”

The question burned between them, heavy, inevitable. Susan knew she should say yes. But she said nothing. And the silence was the only permission Dmitry needed.

He adjusted her against him and penetrated her slowly, deeply, making her feel every inch of him sliding inside her body.

Susan opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Only a trembling sigh, a silent surrender.

No matter how wet she was, his cock forced its way in. Opening her completely. He… was thick.

Dmitry let out a low growl, burying himself to the hilt, spreading her legs even more, and began to move.

Each thrust was firm. Deep. Precise. And made the tree behind them creak. Susan clung to him, her moans muffled by the hungry kisses he stole from her mouth.

“Fuck…” he whispered, panting. “You’re so hot… So tight…”

“So mine… My bitch!”

The Lycan screamed, deranged.

She completely lost herself. His name escaped her lips like a broken whisper, and Dmitry only sped up, out of control, taking her to another orgasm.

Consumed by ecstasy, he thrust frantically, unstoppable. His mind in rapture, lost in the sensation of finally being buried inside her.

With one harder thrust, he spilled inside her, releasing a hoarse growl, holding her firmly against him.

“Mine… Mine…”

The Lycan roared as Dmitry panted, lightly biting her neck, still buried deep inside her.

Breathless. Surrendered. Broken. But connected.

In that instant, Susan realized with painful clarity that there was no turning back. Dmitry would never allow her to pull away.

Possessive, the Lycan whispered in a growl.

“You are mine… And I will destroy anyone who tries to take you from me.”

Dmitry kissed her again, sealing the silent and inevitable pact they had just made.