My legs continue to shake, the pulsing need between my thighs almost too much to bear. I slump further against the tree, grabbing it for support as I try to control my breathing. The man is gone, yet I am still breathless?
This heat wraps around me once more, like what happened wasn't enough. I stare dazed into the brush, unaware for one long minute that I am not alone and I am staring into the eyes of a beast. My throat is suddenly parched, and my thighs clench in anticipation. It is the outline of a black wolf.
I swallow, my eyes locked onto the wolf's until he backs away, and disappointment drops my head. But then the rustling of leaves snaps my gaze up, and my lips part at the devastatingly muscular form of a naked man. He was big, incredibly so, bigger than most Northern men, and his muscles flexed under the little light the moon could provide. Shadows of leaves tickle across his torso as he prowls forward.
He is naked, except for the black mask on his face, black mesh covering where holes should be.
The mask only adds to the excitement of this encounter. It shouldn't, and I shouldn't have such an urge to climb this man and impale myself on his shaft. Shouldn't, but quite possibly will if he does not touch me soon.
"You smell like the sun." His strides are long and confident, heading in my direction like he knows exactly what he wants. He stops before me, and my head tips back. "How is that possible?" His voice drops to a rumbling whisper.
Now that he was close to me, the burning ache deep within started to throb and palpitate. His body tensed, and then he was on me, nose against my neck, inhaling deeply, one hand on the side of my hair, pinning me in place with his hips.
"You smell like him," he growls darkly against my jaw, teeth scraping along it. My head tilts back, unable to stop myself from giving into his touch, exposing my neck more to him, his chest rumbling as he licks the side of my neck, kissing and nipping, placing his scent over me. I am completely and utterly at his mercy.
I vaguely hear material ripping, and then his warm hand cups me. "You're not finished yet," his voice is thick and deep, and it shoots straight to my tingling, pulsing core. His touch is almost possessive, and I nearly beg him to do whatever he wants with me.
"Should I make it better?" His whisper is a caress against my ear before he nips the lobe, a bite promising that this would not be tender. My body shivers in response, and a whimper escapes my lips as his canines sink into the nape of my neck hard. Pleasure floods me as black dots blink across my vision, and I clutch onto him.
There is no hesitation as his giant finger delves inside of me to the knuckle, making my back arch, breasts brushing against him. Then he slips another finger in, stretching me and begins thrusting hard. My body rocks to the action as my mind becomes foggy to his intensity.
Before I can follow what is happening, his lips are on mine in a whirlwind of ecstasy and a domineering tangle of tongues and bites. Unlike the man before, he does not ask me what I want or hesitate. His grip is confident, hitting teeth and tongue, demanding my attention.
I'm breathless as his lips rip apart from mine and tug the top of my dress down, exposing my breasts to him and the night air. My nipples tighten and ache under his stare. Then he is on me again like a ravenous beast. He squeezes one breast and clamps his mouth and teeth down on my other nipple.
A shudder ripples through me as my insides tighten, dazed at watching his teeth tug on my pink bud, followed by a lick to soften the sting. Squelching sounds filter in the air as my breathless moans build. He rips my dress off me suddenly, almost impatiently, and picks me up before I fall to the dirt, my hands on the ground, backside in the air. One strong arm remains wrapped around my stomach, keeping me up and locked in place.
Another gasp escapes me. His mouth is on me, growling as he nuzzles between my cheeks, lapping at my centre before his length splits the cheeks of my backside, sliding between them once, twice, three times before lubricating himself on the creaminess between my folds. "You're soaked and now smell like me." His hand reaches over and twists my nipple, striking pain and a blissful pleasure directly to my clit.
"You're going to take me like a good girl." That wasn't a question. I answer his dominating nature with a breathy whimper followed by a gasp as he slides into me in one slow, intense, powerful thrust, his length deliciously splitting my core. His teeth clamp down on my neck again as he stretches my insides with that impossible girth.
He's so deep.
My lips part, trying to inhale. I feel so full. Black dots dance at my vision again, and he releases, his hips pounding into mine with loud smacks of our skin clapping. He is ruthless in his claim and grunts that I am his, but it washes over me as I allow him to do whatever he wants with my body.
He knows what he is doing, and I completely come apart beneath him.
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When I wake next, I am no longer in heat or in the forest. I jolt up in the comforts of my chamber, my bed warm and sunlight pouring through the shutter window. This is the most refreshed I have felt in months. There is an uncomfortable pain between my thighs, but it's nothing I cannot overcome.
Pain between my thighs…
My hand shoots to my mouth, and I glance at my room, and images of the night before flash through my mind. A masked man between my legs and then took me on the forest floor, his solid form above me, his bites and kisses that were intoxicating. The whole ordeal has my mind reeling, the room spinning while I try to breathe through what I have done!
Roughly tugging the sheets off me, I shoot towards the standing mirror in the corner. I am still dressed, barely in last night's attire. Besides the skirts being almost shredded to pieces, the small corset at my back is loose, and the strings snapped in two. It barely covers my body. My body that is covered in pink marks.
I lean closer, appalled at my appearance, observing the marks and noting a few are bites. My hair is loose, and any jewels Margarette, my one and only maid, stabbed in my hair are gone. My feet are also dirty. I cannot be seen like this. Hastily, I remove the dress, allowing it to fall to the ground, step out of it and grab my silk dressing down, tightening it and ensuring my lower neck is covered, which also bears a mark.
Ringing the bell on the bedside table, my maid enters the room, yawning and frowning at me. "It is too early for this." Margarette hikes a hand to her hip. "How are you even up?"
"How pleasant," I say dryly, sitting at the small table by my window, last night's dress a mess on the ground. Margarette cannot be trusted not to tell Deyanira about this, and I am watched far too much to try and get rid of a gown.
I may be the Forsaken Princess, but I am not forgotten about.
Margarette eyes the rumpled-up material on the ground and sighs. My hand is already extended to her, and her bad attitude suddenly drops. Her eyes light up as I drop a ring into her hand.
"Margarette, how did I return last night?" My heart begins to hammer in my chest as dread sinks into the pit of my stomach.
I only remember moments last night in the forest, but everything else is blank.
"You were carried. You made a fool of yourself, which isn't hard." She rolled her eyes. "And got drunk, needing assistance from one of those slave boys."
Assistance… Slave boy… I inhale sharply. I remember now.
My head lies against a chest, my body cradled by sturdy arms, and the vibrations of being carried should alert me. Instead, I clutch at his waistcoat and look up into deep blue eyes surrounded by thick lashes every woman dreams of having. The top part of his face is hidden beneath a silver mask, yet I recognise that smooth face and shaggy brown hair tied back.
His heartbeat is steady and healthy; he stares down at me as I try to work my mouth. My vision starts to blur, black dots combining together in my peripheral vision and before I can say anything, I am pulled into sleep once more.
Theo?!
Did I sleep with… I slept with one of the slaves. Was it.. consensual?! Could he say no to me?!