Lycan King’s Nemesis

I lay there for a long time listening to the constant sounds coming from downstairs from those celebrating as they waited for the evidence of my virginity.

Meanwhile, my mate was nowhere to be found. I smiled sadly and stood, going to stand by the window and unlatched the locks, throwing the curtains wide open to let in large gusts of evening breeze. It calmed me. For some odd reason, it reminded me of home and made me feel perhaps, my people might not be here, but the wind from home is here to comfort me.

The door rattles and at once, I became startled. A dark figure loomed by the entrance, his head dipped to the floor with his hair falling to his face as he regarded me. Lustfully.

My heartbeat started spinning out of control, my hands behind me holding on to the window slab, returning his gaze.

He started striding towards me, one step at a time. “You tricked me into marrying you, you good-for-nothing woman.”

I swallowed back the odious comeback at the tip of my tongue and just watched him.

“You think I am going to love you?”

The door was till open.

“I will never love, want or desire something as you. You disgust every fibre of my being and I want nothing but to make you suffer. Watch you cry in pain as I wreck you.” He was standing two feet away from me, large, still observing me from the hood of his eyes. In resentment.

In contrast, I was shaking where I was, shamelessly desiring him the more he said those callous words to me. It seemed as if the more he said them, the more my body reacted to him in ways it wasn’t. I opened my mouth to say something, but it died at the back of my throat.

And to add to everything, his scent was too much, weakening me and making my head swoon. I want my husband. But he doesn’t want me.

“Don’t you talk?” He completed the distance, towering over me. “You are suddenly dumb because you have my ring now don’t you?”

“I…”

“Shut up, and don’t ever talk when I am talking.”

What! I thought he said I_ “mmmn” I hummed in excitement when his hands found my chin and tugged not so subtly to meet his hot gaze. That was when I saw it. My mate was drunk. Dead drunk. How come he isn’t reeking of alcohol? I sniffed, but still perceived nothing.

“I hate you…” His face was coming down, down, down, until it grazed mine. “But I can’t resist you.” He kissed me softly, pulled away and looked intensely at me, his wolf eyes taking charge. I know what was happening. His wolf was possessing him.

“I hate you so much but…” he kissed my nose, my body fastening against him at such speed that a soft cry of pleasure left my lips. His finger skimmed my back to my ass which he palmed like his possession and I lost my senses.

“Please…” I begged shamelessly, not even knowing why I am this drawn to him. It’s not like I have seen my wolf.

“Shut the hell up, bitch!” He pushed me away and walked towards the bed, brushing his fingers through his hair and then his shirt was ripped off him. “On the bed, now,” He ordered, pointing at the bed, and like a robot, I obeyed and hastened to the bed to fall on it. “Open your legs for me, whore.”

I bit down on my lower lip and stifled the cry of shame choking me. Whatever he was doing to me, it was surely working. Because the real Gwendolyn Hills will never allow no one talk to me like this.

He fell on the bed and grabbed my breasts and started fondling them roughly, making animal sounds down his throat. He slid up, left my breast and in a swift move ripped my bra off me.

He captured my lips and kissed me like his life depended on it. I lifted off the bed, struggling between staying sane and letting go.

He suddenly stood up, taking me with him. He flipped my front to the bed, lifting my ass up. I panicked. What is doing? I tried to look over my shoulder but his hand came to pin my head down to the bed, not giving me room to breath as though he plans to kill me.

“St_” I flapped my hands about.

“Shut the fuck up,” He groaned. “As a whore, you must know how to please a man.” His hand was fiddling with his pants, his hard cock rubbing against my ass.

“No, please stop!” I managed to lift my head but he pushed it back down, nudged my legs apart and the next thing my pant was gone. “Please, stop.” Tears gushed down, my hands digging into his hand to break free.

His cock was now at my entrance trying to make an entrance.

“Ashton!” I shook with sobs, not believing what he was doing.

“You will do well never to use my name, whor_arh!”

“No!” We said at the same time as he thrust into me, letting go of my head to hold my waist instead. “Yeah,” He mumbled, increasing his pace.

I went stiff to withhold the pain, fear and embarrassment coursing through me. It was so painful. My body fought to adjust to his large manhood but instead of getting better, the discomfort overpowered me, making me let go in defeat.

“Yes, whore. Just like that.” He continued pounding from behind, yanking me up each time my knees gave up. All I prayed was for this nightmare to be over very soon. “Oh my… arh!” He shook above me, and soon fell away, pushing me to the side.

“That was great,” He sighed drowsily. “Well, I never expected less from a whore.” I was shaking on the bed in tears as he commenced his wicked assessment. This man just took my virginity without my consent and he still calls me a whore?

“Stop the noise, woman! I thought werewolves were supposed to be strong. How come you’re behaving like a weakling?” He hissed, stood up, hefted up his trouser without sparing me a glance and then his shirt was swung on and before I knew it, he strolled to the door, passed and slammed it after him.

I can’t tell much of what happened after that, the only thing I recalled was being lifted off the bed and then placed back before the kind hands of darkness claimed me.

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