32

ELEANOR
“Snap out of it and use your words!!!!” Zane’s voice startled me back to reality and if I needed even more of a wakeup call, I got that in the form of his rough hands fisting the collar of my shirt, with which he pulls me to my feet and quite literally drags me towards the bed, tossing me unto it. That grin appears again, accompanied by a smirk this time as his eyes roam over my body and he chuckles haughtily.
“I would have loved to hear all the details of how you just killed me in your head but I’m really just too excited to care at the moment” he muses as he resumes stalking closer and I gasp. I wondered how he was able to know just what I had just pictured in my head.
“Don’t think too much, I could see it in those eyes of yours and that sudden evil smile on your lips. I know killing me is the only thing that can give you such a sense of accomplishment. So, tell me, how do you feel about having me as your mate? Don’t tell me…I’m guessing happy? Excited? Or maybe even both?” He laughs again before donning a thoughtful look as he pauses, crawling up towards me like a predator would its prey, “Hm, but that wasn’t the look I was expecting, though. This wasn’t the look you had given him. What’s with this face? Why am I getting the direct opposite of the look you gave that pathetic excuse of an Alpha, Easton?”
When he was close enough, his hands slowly began to undo the buttons on my dress, and I could feel bile threatening to rise up my throat. Up until only a few minutes ago, I’d thought of the idea of sex with him as a needed distraction, to numb a different kind of pain that was inflicted by Clara, but now, I wanted nothing more than to be as far away from him as possible.
If only my body would cooperate, I would have atleast been deluded into believing I could push him away and run through that door before he could chase after me, fully enraged, but my body was still frozen in shock and I couldn’t move despite so desperately wanting to.
“Alpine, please save me. Please, please get me away from him,” I begged, hoping Alpine would take over and save me from this situation.
“I’m sorry Eleanor, please you have to hold on for us. He can’t find out that you have your wolf. If he knows, he wouldn’t think twice before killing us. Hold out, just for a little longer and I promise, when the time is right I will allow you to gut his heart out just as you have pictured it please,” Alpine responded with a plea and a frustrated moan escaped my lips.
“I can see you’re enjoying this,” Zane’s voice brought me back to reality and the feeling of his lips on my skin felt too real as he slowly nipped down my neck, placing soft kisses on whatever part his lips found as he slowly trails down my now exposed chest. I no longer felt self-conscious or shy about being exposed to his eyes. He’s done this countless times already and all I could do was close my eyes, shaking with anger and the now amplified feeling of his lips and hands all over my body as I tried to think of a day when all of my anger would be unleashed.
“This would be our first time together as mates. Now tell me, do you want slow, passionate sex from your mate, or should I go rough and hard like I’ve trained you to keep up with?” He whispered into the space between my boobs where his head was now nestled.
He let out an irritated grunt when a few seconds passed without a response from me. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to contain the revulsion and overstimulation I felt at his touch, trying to keep it at bay. It was a mix of emotions I felt swarming in me. His touch, which I had grown accustomed to feeling immensely disgusted by, now left me feeling tingly in its wake. Angry tears continued to pour out of my eyes, I couldn’t afford to have him see me like this.
A loud growl rips through the air next, the harsh sound reeking with annoyance, and I felt his fingers dig into my skin as he grips me roughly by my jaw. A slow, stinging pain crept its way up my body, and I winced, knowing exactly what he wanted and the fact that he was quickly running out of patience.
“Look at me!” He barks, his loud voice bouncing off the four walls of the room, and my eyes snapped open instinctively. I sucked in a breath, watching his eyes grow darker.
“You think you are all that, huh?” He queried, relieving pressure on the hand that carried his weight and now promptly crushing me with his weight. He let go of my jaw, the force with which he did, pushing my head to the side. It was swift, and I barely saw it coming when he grabbed both my hands, pinning them above my head. Our eyes locked, my tear-filled ones and his victorious ones alerting me of the fact that he was basking in the feeling of having me trapped and looking like it underneath him like this.
Then, he leaned in, and I panicked for a second, thinking he was dipping in for a kiss, but that didn’t seem like his goal as he disregarded my flinch, his lips brushing against my earlobe.
“How would you feel -” his fingers, unusually featherlight, trail down my nape, and he sighs into the spot “- if I sunk my canines into your neck right now and marked you?” He whispers into my ear and chuckles darkly when my eyes fly open. He pressed a cold kiss on the ear he’d been whispering into, and continued to litter kisses down his path as he made his way lower until he got to the point where my neck met my shoulder and he buried his head into it, taking long drags of the air and muttering profanities under his breath. Every inch of my being crawled with repugnance for this man.
“It would be nice having you carry my mark, don’t you think? I wonder what you would do then.” he wondered out loud, his tongue coming out to lick over my neck, and I felt my teeth clench together. His hands came up to my breast, palming them roughly before he dipped down and caught a nipple with his teeth. He alternates between both as he bites, flicks, and tugs at them. His hand began to travel down my body again while the other one was still busy kneading my breasts and when he got to the waistband of my panties, he yanked it off swiftly, ripping it in the process.
I began to zone out under him, recoiling into the deepest part of my mind. I kept wondering how I was going to get out of this nightmare I found myself in. I was forced out of my reverie by the clinking sound of his belt, the metallic sound a lot louder than it needed to be as he tugged at it impatiently, undoing his fly the second he got the belt off. He got up for what was probably a second but it felt like years as I was finally able to suck in a breath – to throw his briefs and pants off, and like clockwork, he was entirely naked, throwing my legs around his waist and lining his cock with my entrance. He slides into me with one swift thrust at the same time as he crashes our lips together and I shudder, both at the pain and the feel of his lips on mine as he initiates a one-sided kiss all while I struggle to fight back the urge to push him off of me.
He lets out a satisfied groan as he begins to work his cock in me, “Fuck, you’re always so tight for me, no matter how much I stretch you out with my cock” he says, tone heavy before his hands found my breasts again, kneading them as his pace picks up, now promptly ramming into me as he always does, uncaring of how painful it must be for me being unprepared to take his size.
His grunts of satisfaction continue to reach my ears despite having my eyes closed because I’d rather go blind for a thousand years than watch him derive so much pleasure in defiling me. I tried to think of the happiest thought I could muster to shield myself from the physical pain and listen to his sounds of pleasure and the first thing that came to my mind was the sight of him, blood pouring out of his lips with a sword pushed to the hilt in his chest, with me on the other end. The look on his face was a stark opposite to the one I knew he was donning at the moment as the force of his thrusts continued to push me higher on the bed, only for him to drag me back down to impale me on his cock. I longed to watch the life drain out of his eyes, to make him pay for all that he’s done to me, all these scars he’s inflicted on me that might never heal, I craved so much to set him alight and watch him and his pack burn to ashes right in front of my eyes. Maybe then, my expression would mirror the one he had right now.
“I love how fucking wet you get for me. You pretend not to like it, but look at your pussy gripping me like a glove, always so eager to please, aren’t you? Fuck, that sound your pussy makes whenever I move inside you is so hot. Turns me on so much” he groans, his fingers now digging into my thighs, no doubt bruising them.
His pace grew even impossibly faster and I could hear the bed shake with every move of his hips now. I felt his body over mine again before the feeling of feathery kisses he begins to litter on my neck, the feeling was nothing like the way he slams into me with brute force. A growl ripped out of him, heavy and practically oozing with lust, and I knew then he was approaching his high. Relief washed over me at the thought of this finally being over soon.
“Fuck, Eleanor! It’s so hot, how well you take my cock. Just like the slutty little cockwhore you are. Mine, my slutty little slave, perfectly crafted for me, that’s what you are,” He asserted, and I could feel his knot swell in me, his breathing grew more labored and his thrusts seemed to grow sloppier.
“Fuck, Eleanor… I’m going to cum… going to knot you up. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? My pup growing in you, have your flat, pretty belly swell with my child in it?” he continued to ramble and my eyes flew open. That would be the last thing I would ever wish on myself or even an enemy. Having to carry the bastard child of this monster would be all the reason I needed to end it all and I couldn’t have that, I needed to live, I needed to live so I could kill him.
“No no… please no” I begged. It came out as a choked whimper instead and he chuckled, caging me in with his body as he whispered into my ear.
“I’m going to give you a little gift” I felt a sharp pain in my neck the second after he said that and I felt my already weakly beating heart screech to a halt in my chest. His cock continued to move in me, now erratic and without rhythm, like a dog crazily humping against a random bitch on the street, but that was the least of my concerns at the moment, the pain on my neck stung.
Could it be that he…. It wasn’t possible. It didn’t matter what I’d done, I did not deserve to be punished as far as having to bear his mark.
“Fuck!!!!” he roars, muttering a series of curses before pulling his cock out of me and finishing himself off with fast strokes of his hand, dumping his load all over my body and face as he finally reaches his high. I fought back the urge to vomit all over him as he leaned in again, all sweaty and gross, pressing our bodies together disregarding the fact that his cum was now between us as he caught my lips in a kiss that was all teeth and harsh sucking, one that reeked of his possessiveness.
“You are mine, Eleanor. All mine!”