Dark shadows formed in the sparsely lit room as she kissed his chin, tasting the skin and letting her body absorb the return of its other half. She saw his lips moving, but for whatever reason, she couldn't hear what he was saying.
"No talking, "she whispered, brushing hers unfettered breasts behind her thin inner robe, back and forth across the crisp white silk of his robe. He acquiesced, moving his hands into her robe and gently sliding it off her shoulders. As it slid down her shoulders, she moaned at the feeling of his hands brushing her hot, fevered skin. He smiled as his lips brushed hers, lightly at first, then harder as he tasted her lips.
Deeper and deeper, she fell into his kiss, returning it two-fold. As she moaned again, he slid his tongue into her mouth. She was briefly startled, but quickly followed his rhythm.
His hands were wrapped around her waist. "Such a good girl," he whispered after taking his lips off hers. She shivered as his breath caressed her ears. Her entire body felt hot.
He moved a hand that grabbed her around the waist to her butt, and lifted her until her mouth was even with his own. She couldn't catch her breath, or even focus. Not with his warm lips closing over hers in overwhelming passion.
She tore at his robes while he made quick work of the ties that remained, holding her inner robe together. He helped her with the ties on his. The two garments fell to the thick, plush carpeted ground together, and his lips never separated from hers. He pulled her flush against his body, and the naked flesh of her already aroused nipples brushed the heat of his muscular chest.
She shivered in reaction while he groaned. "You have no idea how long I've waited for you."
The words registered only subliminally, planting a question as to how long it could possibly be when they were both less than twenty, but she could not consciously respond to them. She was too overwhelmed by the feel of his flesh against her own. He seemed similarly affected as his arms tightened around her until she could barely take a breath.
Seconds later, they lay entwined on the bed, the rest of their clothes discarded, hungry hands touching intimate places, their mouths devouring one another. He knew exactly where to touch her to make her aroused beyond what she could have thought.
She closed her eyes as he kissed her neck, working his way down to her body. When she reopened her eyes, she was lying in her room, face flushed, squinting at the harsh sunlight that entered her small room. It shone directly, lighting up the rugged corners of her cramped room, filled with odds and ends. Even her bed was made up of planks that were put together along with a thin mattress made of feathers she picked up while cleaning the pens. It was covered with a faded, colorful quilt that she embroidered herself, made from the salvageable pieces of sheets and clothing that others no longer wanted.
Her golden hair looked as dull as a bronze urn that had lost its luster. Her face, while delicate, was slightly dusty with faint scratches covering her skin. Her eyes were as dull as her hair, making the sky-blue look as drab as a clouded sky. She faintly sighed and rushed around, realizing that she was late to getting started with her work for the day. She hurriedly splashed her face with water from the cracked urn on the only table in her room, put on her robe, and quickly went to the pack's breeding grounds.
"Late again, Soteria." As she heard that voice, she froze in her tracks. That voice filled her with fear because she knew how cruel he could be. She had scars on her body to prove it. While he didn't touch her intimately, the look on his face when he punished her made her sick.
"That will mean one less meal for you today," he continued. With his glossy ink-like hair and bright amber eyes, Nathaniel Murrows was the dream of many girls her age in their pack. For her, he was nothing but a nightmare, a devil in the guise of a human. There was nothing in him besides depravity. If there were, she had never seen it. He might have been able to hide it from others, but she saw it in his eyes every time he created trouble for her.
The excitement in his eyes every time he hit her. It made her sick. She bowed her head in acknowledgement of his words and walked off quickly. Every second spent in his presence brought her closer to throwing up. Even breathing the same air as him made her nauseous.
He watched as she scurried off like a rabbit and mused to himself, "I really love seeing the fear on her face when she sees me. The disgust in her eyes and the helplessness that comes from knowing there's nothing she can do about it. " He laughed wickedly, with a fervent, feverish look in his eyes. "Run as fast as you can. I'll be sure to catch you. "
The guard standing at the entrance shivered despite himself. The junior alpha was so scary. He was grateful he wasn't a woman and couldn't attract the attention of a psycho like him. He felt pity for the little girl, but there was nothing he could do to help her due to his position.
Nathaniel tilted his head, looking at the expressions that crossed the man's face, and he could tell what he was thinking. "Just when I thought my morning would be boring, someone offered themselves up for my entertainment on a platter."
It was a pity that the guard's gratitude didn't pay off in the end. He failed to realize that while being a woman might have attracted trouble, being a man wasn't much better when it came to people like Nathaniel, who thrived on other people's pain. In fact, he would be even more sadistic. The unfortunate guard glanced at Nathaniel and realized that he was smiling at him. A cold chill ran down his spine as his heart raced, wondering where exactly he went wrong.
He felt like he saw a demon as he heard the words, said with a crazed smile, "Well then, let's have fun, shall we?"