Wasted Nights

In order to break the rule of traditional marriage, I must offer myself to another man. For I would no longer dare allow my own self to be used for such practical marriage and commitment.

Not in this era, not in this life and not ever.

There's no backing up from here onwards.

Hesitantly, I stared on the dozens of metal doors. I sensed no sign of life through any of them as I continue to stroll until I reached a dead end. The Lycan's castle might be big and yet, it lacks the sign of any life especially in these isolated areas.

"Now, which room?" I contemplate upon choosing over them, for I don't have a single clue as to what room he might enter to find me in later on. But in the end, it never mattered for he might as well just know which bed chamber to enter with my presence in it.

The closest to my position was the last door near the dead end and so I entered, fortunately finding it empty as expected. Without further delay, I took every last fabric on my body before situating myself in the comfort of the sheets.

Strange enough, the place feels colder as though the wind itself keeps sticking on my back. Pretty peculiar for being a bed chamber, and to mention, the atmosphere remains still and cold. Though, the warm bed chased it all away.

The warmth was enough to slowly lull my drunken mind to sleep. I never noticed my eyes were that heavy only until I drowned in the comfort of these sheets.

Come to think of it, I've traveled half a day to reach the borders and another half to the Lycans domain. So far, this is my second night out of the borders and I don't want to waste any time.

For I know they're beginning the search.

I did not noticed how long I had my eyes close, since it felt as if that the very bed I'm lying on at the moment was occupied not long ago and that the warmth of the occupant still lingers. Weirdly, the air over me had turned out to be warmer as well.

"What do we have here?"

It felt as though my heart skipped a beat at the same moment my eyes snapped open to witness and recognize the heavy atmosphere hovering over me. "Who...?"

"Golden locks, huh." He breathes in, twirling a lock of my hair in between his fingers. "Expensive."

The silence in between us was so deafening, my body remains tense. I tried to remain calm in hopes of identifying him as the Duke's son.

You can't blame me for not recognizing the guy, we only had a drink or two in the party before deciding to share a bed for the night.

Though I don't have any lead to him identify, he does smell different and funny in particular. Like an air freshener or something?

One thing's for sure though, he doesn't smell drunk unlike earlier where he reeks with liquor.

"You smell wild."

Huh? "R- really?" He can't be recognizing the difference in my scent, can he?

Werewolves and Lycans tend to differ in terms of smell. While us wolves usually are closer to nature, we are naturally one with it and forever we have stayed closed to it. On the other hand, Lycans like him is closer to the smell of the sky- fresh of freedom, and of liberty.

"Like the smell of the forest after the rain." He continues nuzzling his nose on the crook of my neck, making me flinch. If he goes on- not to mention the already close distance- he might actually just rip my masked scent apart.

"I've been waiting for you."

"Were you, really?" The disbelief in his tone is present. "And there I thought I've been the only one waiting the whole goddamn night."

"Considering you being quite a catch, I'll say it is worth the wait."

Huh?

"You're the one who told me to wait here, didn't you?"

Now I've had my doubts if he really was the same person in party. His huge frame sure is different, his deep voice, fresh smell and most of all, dark eyes preying over me.

"Why, yes... Of course, I did." He seemed to be looking in my eyes, and yet straight through me.

I shivered, unconsciously gripping the sheets to conceal my boldness underneath. There's something off about this man.

Noticing my actions, his own grip caught the sheets in attempt to refrain me from pulling it over. "Are you hiding something?"

"Nothing."

"I can see through you."

"Then don't even mind."

"Show me."

Two of his last words was all it took for my hold to loosen and let him tear the covers off my whole body. I want this anyway, doesn't matter if he seemed sane.

Although, he's taking too much time not saying a word nor even moving an inch that I began to feel conscious of myself. What if he thought of me as an easy catch? Let alone a desperate bitch?

With a small whine, I shakily bought my hands in a failed attempt to cover myself, only for him to pin me halfway.

"Good girl." Before I knew it, I could feel his smirk and heating gaze raking all over my skin. Starting from my neck down my collarbone to my chest, his hot mouth dips in before leaving trails of long, slow pecks and light bite marks.

Gasping, I tremble helplessly feeling my whole body ignite. It's the first time I've had anybody see and touch me like this, let alone feast on me. But all my conservatory practices to keep myself pure through the years turned out to be nothing in this place.

I mewl while jerking, my legs involuntarily pressing together as to ease the weird throbbing feeling in between. It's hot, so hot that all my strength seemed to have left my body, and my mind is going blank.

Before I knew it, I was panting for air and yet it's as if he's still restraining himself from doing me thoroughly.

Without a single thought in mind, I pulled his head back up to level his mouth on mine before pushing him sideways as to switch our position. "Bold, I like it."

Before I let embarrassment take responsibility for my actions, I tilt his head to indulge in one needy kiss. Not long until my hands holds on his bare chest for support at the way he keeps on forcefully pushing the back of my head closer to deepen the kiss.

"C- can't... breathe..." I protest, which only encourages him to dig his tongue deeper down my throat. Him chuckling and smirking in between only arouses me further.

I tried to take control and fasten the pace of the kiss, but end up losing to his aggression. He kisses me forcefully as though he'd been craving for years forcing his tongue inside my mouth, he tasted even corner of my inside. It was so good it made my toes curl for more.

Unconsciously, I grind my hips, feeling his erection skin to skin, earning a guttural grunt from him. "Fuck."

That was enough encouragement for me to grind harder yet slower the same way he dips his tongue in and out of my mouth.

My eyes rolled at the back of my head as soon as he returned the amount of friction I put in between us. He holds my ass while bucking his hips, making me cry out in shock.

"S- stop...!" I brought my arms for support on his chest, trying to calm myself and understand the irrationality in my behavior. Though I could barely even think as my mind remains hazy, and my whole body burning with desire.

I wasn't able to even came into that realization for long when my hips was pressed over his hard crotch. A moan escaped from my mouth at the sudden pressure on the throbbing in my lower body. I thought he wouldn't go any further than that only until he began to grind our bodies nonstop.

I shrieked and moaned out helplessly as he took control of my body like a tool. All I can do was buck and sob under his mercy. Despite that treatment, something then starts to build inside of me, as though some form of knot in need for a release.

And so he gave it to me just that.

My back arches, toes curled, eyes rolling at the back of my head as I cry out in what I presumed as pleasure.

"You're ready." He declares.

Nuzzling his nose on my hair, his jaw ticks. "You've never been touched, have you?"

My mind is too hazy to form any words after, my body turning limp above his.

"I don't know when was the last time I had a divine lady." He gently switched our positions back with me under him. He feels hotter this time, though the room was colder not long ago. I'm already drenched in sweat and is completely dripping wet in between.

"That's right, I don't think I've ever had divine purity laid before me."

Does that mean he'll go easy on me? I mean, I have not earned his mark just yet.

As though reading my mind, he lets out a deranged smirk, confirming my thoughts of the psycho he is. "It only makes me want to break you perfectly."

"W- hy... What's... hap- happening to m- me?" I whisper in a shaky voice as my body got riddled after the peculiar feeling of reaching the peak of my climax.

"Shh, it's fine. You'll get used to it." While running his hands all over my body, he flashes me one of those fucked up smiles of his again.

Unconvincing and yet, manipulative.

Not like it mattered though. Running away from a marriage I strongly opposed to is my priority as of the moment and I'm not about to make unaccounted measures- for I badly need this man.

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