Solana

CHAPTER THREE

SOLANA

I felt him before I saw him. 

He filled the doorway, and terror clawed at my throat. He wasn’t fully human. Nothing could have prepared me for his sight. 

He was tall, massive, with broad shoulders. His muscles shifted tightly under his skin. Dark hair fell into his eyes, which burned pure gold, bright and animal. His mouth was slightly open, showing the sharper edge of his teeth. A low continuous growl vibrated in his chest as he stepped inside and shut the door behind him with one clawed hand. 

“Please.” I yanked hard against the ropes, panic flooding my mouth with the taste of metal. I had bitten my lip from the fear. 

This was the beast the maids had spoken of. The thing that tore women apart. I was tied and helpless. 

My vision burned with tears, and I thrashed, fighting against the binds. “Please, please, don’t kill me – please.” My chest caved in, and my lungs burned. 

He crossed the room in three long strides, nose flaring. 

The mattress dipped under his weight as he climbed onto the bed between my spread legs. Up close, his scent was overwhelming, dark, wild and thick with dominance. It poured into my lungs until I could barely breathe around it.

The fear paralysed me. I shut my eyes tightly and waited for death to come. I waited for the tear of his claws, and the snap of his teeth at my throat.

Instead, he lowered his head and dragged his tongue over my cunt. 

A shocked sound tore out of me. My eyes opened immediately, and my hips jerked in response before I could stop myself.

He growled in response and did it again, pressing his tongue harder on me. I shivered for an entirely different reason as my molten heat spread through my belly like a wildfire, warming me from within. The thin fabric clung to my body, slick with sweat. With one sharp claw, he ripped it off, leaving me completely bare to him. 

“What – what are you doing?” I stared at him with wide eyes, terrified.

Cool air touched my skin for only a second before his mouth returned. 

There was no gentleness in it, only hunger. He sealed his mouth over me, and sucked my clit between his lips, his tongue working in relentless strokes. My back arched hard against the mattress and the ropes bit deeper into my wrists. He was turning me inside out, leaving me trembling, confused and dazed by the turn of night.

Sharp pleasure shot up my spine so fast it stole the air from my lungs. I tried to twist away from the intensity, and his hands clamped around my thighs, his claws almost breaking my skin as he held me open for him. He licked me deeper, dragging his mouth through my folds, then sucking on my clit angrily. 

“Ah, I can’t – I – fuck.” I writhed beneath him, breasts growing heavier. 

Every pull and glide of his tongue dragged a broken sound out of me. My hips moved without permission, pushing up into his mouth, chasing the pleasure. He growled against me, and the vibration travelled up my spine. 

My wolf, which had been curled in terrified silence, lifted her head. She did not try to fight or run. She leaned towards the sensation, as dazed and hungry as I was.

He shifted his grip and pushed my knees higher so he could thrust his tongue inside me. Thick and hot, fucking me in shallow strokes, while his nose stayed pressed to my clit. I sobbed, raw and helpless, tears burning my eyes as my thighs started to shake. I could not tell if the tears came from fear or the impossible pressure building low in my belly. My pulse beat between my legs like a second heartbeat. 

He pulled back and stared at me. 

Trembling, I watched him watch me, gold eyes, with his pupils blown wide. His beast, his wolf, stared at me for a moment before he dipped his head and again, and sucked my clit between his teeth, while two thick fingers pressed against my entrance.

Despite that, I was soaked; I tensed, toes curling into the sheets, sweaty hands gripping the rope. 

His fingers slid in easily, stretching me open. He curled them at once, rubbing deep in me, and my vision went white. 

A silent scream ripped out of me as he worked his fingers deeply, his tongue never leaving my clit. 

“F – Fuck.” I screamed as the tension and fear in me broke as the pleasure coiled tighter, so tight that it snapped. 

My whole body seized, and I cried out, backing off the bed, wrists straining against the ropes. Yet, he didn’t stop, fingers still moving, dragging out the climax until I was shaking, turned inside out, and mumbling nonsense.

He looked at me, and I saw his gold eyes shift to blue for a second before returning to gold. 

He glanced at his fingers, still buried in me, and his expression stuttered. He withdrew them slowly, and I swallowed thickly, fear threading back into me. He was still a beast, after all. He pushed back his fingers, testing, and growled, starting. He leaned in, inhaled deeply at the crease of my thigh, and growled again. 

My cheeks burned as I watched the realisation hit him.

Jason was supposed to be my first time. Yet, I lay in bed, ready to be torn apart by a beast.

His golden eyes flared brighter, and he pulled his fingers free, making me wince. He reached forward, cut the ropes with his claws, and flipped me onto my stomach in one powerful motion.

My face pressed into the sheets, and I exhaled softly, trembling from the force of the orgasm, still lingering in my body. He hauled my hips up, stealing my next breath, until I was on my knees, chest down, and completely open to him from behind.

I shivered, feeling the heat of him, his hard, heavy cock, brushing against the back of my thigh as he settled over me. But he didn’t push in. Instead, he spread me open with his thumbs, and put his mouth on me again from this new angle, tongue fucking into me while one hand reached around to rub tight circles over my swollen clit.

There was nothing left for me to do but take all he was giving me. My fingers clenched the sheets hard, and every breath scraped out of me, shallow and fast. My wolf was fully awake now, pushing against my skin, urging me to rock back onto his tongue. Shame burned through me even as my hips obeyed. He licked me deeper, satisfied and slid three fingers into me this time, preparing me with slow thrusts while his tongue kept working my clit.

Another orgasm built terrifyingly fast. I tried to fight it, but he was relentless. When it broke, I screamed into the sheets, body convulsing around his fingers.

He pulled his mouth away only when I was shaking too hard to stay upright on my knees. One heavy hand stayed on the small of my back, holding me in place. I felt him lean down, felt the scrape of those sharper teeth along the curve of my ass, then higher, over the mark he had not yet given me.

His breath was hot and ragged against my skin. He had not hurt me. He had only taken me apart with his mouth and hands until I could no longer remember the shape of my own fear, and still he had not put his cock inside me.

The beast was preparing me.

And my body, traitorous, trembling, soaked, was letting him.