Sweet torture

Lyanna

I feel the rage seething throughout my veins. I know he's pretty and all, but who the hell does he think he is?

"I said what I said," I stand my ground, not letting myself get all shaken up because of him.

His eyes darken, the warm grey bleeding into a stormy abyss, turning those grey eyes from cool steel to molten ash, dangerous, unreadable, and edged with barely contained fury.

I shiver as he takes another step closer to me.

For a second I actually regret my words. This man is a freaking werewolf, he could literally blow off my head!

Instead of attacking me, the corners of his lips turn up in an unsettling manner.

"You're quite the sharp mouth."

I swallow- hard.

The next minute, he sweeps me off my feet, taking me into his office.

Before I know what's happening, he lands me on his desk, settling between my legs"Let me show you what a horny werewolf really looks like darling."

My breath hitch, the knots at the back of my throat instantly tighten. I've forgotten how to breathe- literally.

He leans in closer, this time I can no longer smell that cologne of his, instead honey mixed with vanilla hits my nostrils.

Is that coming from him?

"I still can't wrap my head around why the moon goddess decided to punish me with a faery as a mate," he nuzzles my neck, causing me to jerk.

"We can't be mates," I whimper as I feel his hand caressing my thigh, "We're of different kinds."

"I know that, and I hate the fact she is punishing me."

Sir, you are the one punishing me right now!

His hand moves to the curve of my ass, "I still don't know what to do with you, if I should reject you or accept it."

"Reject me?"

He looks back at me with half lidded eyes.

Oh- I hope I actually don't pass out before the month ends.

"That's an option for the both of us. If I reject you, we wouldn't have to be mates, we would go our separate ways, and I'll be able to find another mate."

My eyes brighten with the idea, "Go for it then."

Gently, he squeezes my cheek.

"Oh!" I instinctively grab his blazer, "What are you doing?" I want to yell at him, but my voice comes out in a breathless whisper instead.

"My wolf doesn't want to reject you," he adds.

"What?"

He pulls me flush against him, making me wrap my legs around his torso. His chest is pressing against my breasts, and boy, I can't deny how much I'm actually loving this.

Lyanna, you're not supposed to be this close to him! He's our enemy!

But we're all outcasts here, right? What's the point of hating?

This time, his both hands rests on the swell of my ass, rubbing it gently.

"I hate you Lyanna. With every fibre of my being."

His words slice through the air, and through my chest, it hits my heart tearing it with as much force as it can't muster.

We're supposed to be sworn enemies- no we are enemies. We have always been, even before I crossed that wall, I have hated a people I never knew or saw.

Then I have a werewolf right in front of me, whose chest is giving my royal pillows the tingles, but I'm not slapping him away, I'm not even attempting to push me away from me, I barely even know him yet.. his words wrench my heart with such brutality that tears prick the back of my eyes.

"I hate the fact that you're my mate. I hate the moon goddess forever pairing us together, I hate whoever your god is for allowing you be my mate, I hate everything that made us cross paths, I hate you."

His molten ash eyes darkens to a jet black, with light greyish flecks swirling around his pupils. That look is supposed to send thrills down my spine, instead what, I feel, is confusion.. fear- rage, boiling rage.

He continues talking, his lips ghosting over my neck, "You're the reason I'm no longer the next Alpha, now it has been passed on to my foolish younger brother who doesn't even know how to feed himself. I hate you, Lyanna Sanders. I've lost a great deal because of you."

His words keep strangling me with force, choking the air out of my lungs. I want to scream, and scratch that handsome for nothing face, but I can't move.

I feel his hands squeeze my ass cheeks again, this time he doesn't stop. He just keeps kneading it, occasionally giving it some light spanks.

"As much as I hate you and reject you, my wolf doesn't, and I hate my wolf for that."

I whimper as he keeps kneading my cheeks without mercy, my body heating up as the warmth of his large, cozy hands dig through the fabric of my skirt.

This cunning beast! I can't decipher my emotions right now. I'm supposed to be angry, screaming at him, but here I am melting in the heat of my core.

"Since I can't reject you," he finally leans in, whispering in my ear, "I'll make sure to torture you. I'll ruin you in the best way, sanders, until you can't even recognize yourself, until you beg for mercy."

His silky voice turns hoarse as his fingers dig in slightly.

"Also, it wouldn't be a bad thing I get to taste you also. You are mine after all, and there's nothing you can do about it," he buries his face in the curve of my shoulder blade.

My brain screams as he says those words. I want to really slap some sense into him right now, why can't I?

"You!" I manage to say, breathless.

"Oh, who's the horny one now?" I can hear the smirk in his voice.

This fucking bastard!

A stinging slap on my cheeks bring me back to the present.

Pain and pleasure fill up my body at once, the sweetness pooling at my core.

"You motherfucker!" I gasp.

"It's sir to you. Understand?"

I bite my lips, trying to stifle a moan as he places a wet kiss on my neck.

"Sanders, you're pretty massive for a young lady huh?" He slaps my cheeks again.

"Wh-"

"Shh," he shuts me up, then places a kiss on my neck again, and again, before I know it, he's peppering kisses all over my neck, down to my neck, way down to the swell of my breasts.

He immediately undoes a button, revealing a peek of my cleavages.

"This isn't -"

"Don't say anything darling, I'm only trying to quench my thirst," he sucks lightly on it, then bites it.

"Ow! Luc-" I whine, too stunned to think properly.

Almost immediately, he pulls away, straightening himself, and fixing his neatly tailored suit.

"Go to work miss Sanders," he turns on his heels, "You have a lot of work to do."

I just sit there, flaggerbasted, completely wasted.