I can't see, and my head feels a little woozy.
There is a blindfold around my eyes, and when I try to remove them, I realize that I can't move my hands either.
Or my feet.
I will bind your hands and feet, and you will spend the remainder of the night confined. In here. In our bedchamber.
I shudder irritably and begin shuffling, yanking my hands and feet back and forth, but I only end end up hurting myself as what feels like ropes cut into my skin.
Cool breeze drifts in from somewhere and kisses my skin. I gasp when it touches areas of me that should be covered.
I am naked.
"Rune?" I call out into the space beyond, shifting on the soft mattress below me. Soft sheets rub against my skin, and Rune's scent fills my senses.
I yank at the ropes again, needing to look around, but hands and feet are tied apart from each other, making moving impossible.
I twist and pull, grunting. Hitting my head against the mattress in hopes of slipping the damn blindfold off doesn't seem to work either.
How does one go from getting married to being tied up and naked? What in the three realms is this?
"Stay put, princess. You'll hurt yourself. You passed out. I drew too much blood."
I jump at the sound that comes from my left and my head snaps in that direction. "Hekate? Cut me loose, right now."
"No," he says evenly.
I purse my lips. "How are they?"
"The male will be fine. A few broken bones never killed my kind before. The female stays with him, in the infirmary."
I swallow the painful lump in my throat. "You didn't have to do that."
When he doesn't reply, I suck in a deep breath and let it out, relief washing over me when I consider that Maya and Darian are alright. My mind drifts to my parents and I immediately shove the thoughts away. Come tomorrow, there will be war because of me.
But right now, the only thing that matters is putting on clothes and getting the hell out of this room. "Where are my clothes? I demand that you hand me my clothes right now, cut me loose, and get this thing off my face." I pause. "Not necessarily in that order."
"I could hand it to you, but you will have little use of it. I shredded the obscene thing and chunked the pieces in the hearth."
"You had no right to do that!"
"Rights. Demands. You no longer have those. Two things, princess. Your behaviour in the next few minutes determine how our consummation will go. If you submit, I might consider cutting your feet loose." He pauses and adds as an afterthought, "And removing the blindfold."
My heartbeat spikes and I can't tell if it is fear or Sloan's excitement.
"First, you reject me and insult me. Then you tell me I am not your choice. Ginevra is. Then you fucking mark me and haunt me. And if that wasn't enough, you practically kidnapped me, threatened my friends and forced me into going through the ceremony with you. Now, you have me bound to your bed and what? You expect me to submit to your sorry, dumb ass? Like hell I will. Just fucking kill me," I seethe, teeth bared.
What follows is the sound of light footsteps. My head snaps left and right as I try to sense where he is going, but it soon falls silent in the room.
"Hello?" Did he leave? I didn't hear the creak of a door...or does Rune's bedroom not have a door--
I yelp when warm fingers grasp my breast and flicks my nipples. "Don't fucking touch me!"
Another flick and I start pulling at the ropes again, writhing. Those warm fingers drift down my belly, drawing lines and circles on my skin. His touch is electric, shooting unwelcome thrills through my body. I shiver, groaning.
I feel him settle between my thighs, and I start jerking violently, cussing and yelling. Screaming for help.
But he only chuckles, pressing his body against mine. I feel his lips touch my ear and I shudder, leaning into him and inhaling his spicy, intoxicating scent. He whispers, "Save your strength. This will be a long night."
"Why me?" I whisper. "Why choose me?"
He stills against my ear, and just when I think he will push it off, he says, "The last thing I remember before I lost my mind in battle was her eyes. The love in them. It was the last time anyone beheld me with affection. Before you."
"Tell me more," I say, mostly to stall, because I can't get over the fact that I am a pup about to be devoured by a lycan. In the sexual sense. I am trying not to freak out.
No one should have to be in this situation. Trying to come to terms with having sex with two men in one body. It feels like a violation of some sorts. I can't tell which is worse. That or me getting wet at the thought of having either of them.
Goddess. I can't be that sick.
But I am, and Hekate takes a deep breath in, instantly catching a whiff of my arousal. "Talk later," he growls roughly and the sound is so raw and animalistic that it has my insides clenching.
What is wrong with me? Must be the bond. I didn't just get wet because of that.
Hekate's weight is lifted off the bed and I don't know what to expect next as I listen keenly for any sound that suggests he is near me. "I'd really appreciate it if you took the blindfold off." I swallow. "I want to see you."
"What did I say about demands, princess?" His voice is far from me, and for some reason, that disappoints me.
"You won't force me into submission this way, Hekate. There are more civilized ways to--"
He chuckles darkly, and fuck me, it turns me on. His voice is closer now, and I can hear faint footsteps by the bed. "I am not a civilized man. In the time when I was born, civilization was not a word, and women were more docile in bed."
Sloan--I mewl at the thought of him in bed. The sheets underneath me are drenched. They stick to my inner thigh and I hate that I can't hide the evidence from him.
"I will not be what you want me to be. You do not own me. You cannot force me into this."
Fingers slides between my thighs, pushing into my slick, wet heat, and I moan when he pulls out slowly. "Submit, you will. Eventually. You already are what I want you to be. Mine."
That word unravels me, letting out a beast I wasn't aware existed in the first place. Claws jut out, scratching the air, and I pant as I feel my canines elongate. I pull at the the ropes once more and wood groans, unyielding. He must have tied me up with that in mind as well. Smart bastard.
"There you are," Hekate whispers roughly, settling between my thighs again and when his skin brushes against mine, I realize he is naked as well.
"You--oh."
He is pushing into me, and filling me up before I can comprehend what he is doing. No games. No teasing. No beating about the bush. That, right there, is a stark difference between Rune and Hekate.
And in this moment, I have made my choice in who I want to be with my first time.
I gasp when he pushes into me again, more of his hard length sheathing into my heat, touching me in places no man has been before. And yet, he still pushes in and my breaths turn ragged.
I have felt Rune before, but this feels different, and unless there is a possibility that he *grew* in years, this is absolutely insane.
Perhaps, being drunk that night had me underestimate his...size.
My folds clench around him and he growls, gripping my hips tightly as he slams home. My head hits back into the headboard, but I barely notice it. The ropes at my ankles pull as I spread my legs wider for him, and my back arches as I adjust to fit around him.
Ever so slowly, he pulls out of me, and the sounds I make are neither normal, nor wolf.
He fills me up again, and our growls and groan fill the air, as well as our harsh breathing. His claws are in my skin, but I barely feel them either, as I move against him, eager for more. I clench hard around him and he makes that sound in his throat again that has me moaning.
Insatiable is what I am. I have yearned and hungered for years, and every thrust, deeper, harder, sates me slowly. I can't get enough. I can't want him enough.
The feel of him impaling me with his cock is unrivalled to none.
"You have no idea," he whispers, lifting my hips higher. He rams in so deep, I can't fucking thinking of anything besides the point where we join.
The wet noises we make mingle with our pants, and the groans of the furniture beneath us joins in too. The bed's not gonna last very long at this rate.
Neither am I, because he pulls out until his tip is all that is in me, and I cry out at the sudden loss. He pushes in a little, teasing me until I can't help but plead. My eyes rolls back in my head when he rams into me with abandon and my world fractures.
I cry, and then I roar, and he doesn't stop moving until my spasms have calmed.
Even then, he remains in me, hard and twitching. My hands come loose seconds later, as do my feet and he flips me over, holding my ass out, bare to him. I might have pushed back a bit.
I start to lift my eyes to take off the blindfold, but he growls, his voice guttural and nearly unrecognisable, "Hold on to the board."
I obey him, fingers trailing to find the wood, and when I do, I grip it tightly.
Hekate rocks his hips forward and my mouth waters, tongue sticking out without my own volition. I am hot and ready, alive in ways I have never been before.
He shoves into me deeply, and I feel the pressure building again. It is insane. He holds me tight as his body moves against mine in a rhythm that words cannot explain. He is so deep into me, that I can no longer tell where I start from where he ends.
The headboard cracks under my hold and I don't bother with it anymore, clutching the sheets instead as tips me towards the peak again.
He doesn't want for my shudders to stop, before he flips me on my back roughly.
His arms are around me and mine are in his hair. My legs...I don't know or care where they are. Not when he is moving at breakneck speed. My voice is hoarse from crying and screaming and I don't want to stop. I don't want him to stop. He thrusts again and I clench so hard, he looses it.
He roars, arms tightening around me and my teeth finds his neck, sinking into it with precision.
His roar becomes a sharp cry and his hips buck as he spills into me. Feeling him hot in my belly, and his blood in my mouth, fire sparks in my blood and my world blanks out and crumbles.
He doesn't pull out of me immediately, and as I doze, I feel him grow hard in me again.
At some point, he lets me rest on his bare chest, big arm curled around me, and I have never felt so safe in my entire life. In my heart, I feel his heartbeat, strong and steady. I feel his mental walls, not too far from mine. It's like taken a stroll down a hallway and knocking on the door at the end of it.
I want to explore it, but I am exhausted.
"Every time he keeps me locked in, I dreamt of you. Your hair. Your eyes. the scent that lingers in your wake. In the initial years after meeting you, I had yearned desperately for you to be her," Hekate confesses, his fingers idly twirling strands of my hair.
Half-dreaming, I murmur, my voice heavy with sleep, "Who?"
"My wife, Lorna," he whispers. "But you are not. You are something else. Spectacular. Wild. Perfect. My dark little queen."
A smile tugs at the corners of my lips, an inexplicable warmth spreading through me. I let myself drift off with the smile intact. If only for tonight, because, when morning comes, all hell will break loose.