Penelope's POV
I could feel my fingertips burning and shivering after only two seconds of staring into each other's eyes, and I knew that every cell in my body was screaming, "I WANT HIM."
Even though Zayn stayed immobile, he gave me such an aggressive stare that it appeared he could tear off my garments with his glance alone.
He also desired me.
Excitement, worry, and terror surged in my chest, overwhelming me. However, before my thinking instructed me on what to do, I simply raced away by instinct, like a deserter rushing into his own commander.
The hotel hallways were a maze, and the lighting made it difficult to distinguish what was genuine as the shadows merged. I had no idea how long I'd been wandering until I came upon an open door in an empty room. As soon as I stepped through the door, I couldn't help but kneel on the floor.
Oh my goodness, he was so captivating and powerful.
I gulped hard and tried to get some fresh air to wake up, but it appeared that the man's scent was still haunting me. Maybe I have already lost my mind. If not, why was the odor getting stronger?
Tap, tap, tap.
I could hear leather shoes on the tiles moving closer.
I turned my head and froze in place.
It was Zayn King.
I hadn't noticed the tightness of his suit from a distance, but as I got closer, I realized it highlighted his exquisite figure. He had broad shoulders and a small waist. I can almost imagine how strong the chest muscles must be under such expensive linen.
Zayn shut the door with his wrist, passed me on the floor, and sat down on the couch next to the bed.
"Penelope Woods?" The voice was deep and passionate. It was so gorgeous that I didn't recognize the underlying desire.
"Answer my question," he demanded.
"Y... Yes."
As I glanced at Zayn, I noticed his eyes were hazel green, like a secret from a long-forgotten forest. He was also staring at me with piercing eyes before chuckling and parting his long, straight legs in a few seconds.
It was then that I noticed his passion.
Like a hill.
I couldn't help swallowing saliva hard.
"Come here, or I'll fuck you right now." Orders and threats.
Perhaps the fragrance was too overwhelming, or the threat made it difficult for me to picture the situation. I simply followed his directions and crawled at his feet, like a puppy.
"Good girl," Zayn whispered, running his palm over my cheek and neck. "Then tell me your name."
"Penelope Woods."
"Do you want to be marked?" He massaged his middle and pointer fingers between my breasts, mimicking coitus.
With a shudder, I said, "Yes."
Zayn commented, "Little tease," before abruptly touching my crotch. "You're so wet."
When I peered down, I noticed Zayn's hand rubbing my underwear, somewhere beneath my skirt. Furthermore, he gently pushed my panties to the side and traced his finger around my clit.
"Ah..." I exclaimed in whispers.
"Penelope Woods."
"Y... Yes?" As Zayn moved, my breath rattled, and fluid began to flow from my pussy.
"Want to be my Luna?"
"...Yes..."
"That's my girl," Zayn said abruptly and icily into my ear. "But you don't even have a wolf."
Despite our close proximity and the intimacy of the situation, his remarks were as cold as ice, robbing me of any warmth and leaving me frozen.
"How can you win a fight without a wolf? How would you teach the pack's pups without a wolf? The most crucial question is how people will perceive you as a good Luna if you do not have a wolf.
Zayn drowned me out with one inquiry after the other. My tears gathered in my eye socket as he asked one question after another.
Penelope, do not cry. I grabbed my thigh tightly, fighting back tears. Tears could not help you, Penelope!
I took a long breath in, looked Zayn in the eyes, and stated, in what I thought was my calmest voice, "I can do this."
No, I cannot. I was lying, but I wanted Zayn too much—to get out of the Dark Wood Pack. I knew this was my only chance; if I missed it, I'd lose him forever.
"What makes you think you can do that?" Zayn inserted a finger into my vagina, and I screamed in amazement as I lay on top of him.
"I... I can do it." I tried to get off of him, but he held me down and demanded, "What's that on your neck?"
"What?"
I assumed he was referring to my older scars. I attempted to hide them, but Zayn screamed, "Don't move!"
Zayn looked at my neck as if he were trying to poke a hole through it. The expression in his eyes terrified me, yet I dared not move.
I felt in my heart that I should not do anything right now.
It felt like a minute or a hundred years had passed. Zayn finally said something.
"I change my mind."
"What?" I did not comprehend.
"I'll give you a chance." Zayn released me and lifted my chin with one hand. "But you have to be worth something to be my Luna, don't you?"
When I looked up, I saw my own face—humble and begging—in Hazel Green's eyes.
"You don't require their recognition." Zayn took my hand and placed it on his crotch. He stared me in the eyes and said, "Be my sex slave, and they'll call you Luna."
I felt the heat in my palms, and it reminded me of Scott's devil face.
Scott was correct. How would I differ from a hooker?
A self-respecting person would have left by now, but I couldn't. Even as a sex slave, I was confident that I wanted to stay as long as Zayn mated with me, giving me a partner and a new place to live.
I would do anything to fulfill this longtime ambition.
"Deal? "I can give you one minute..."
"Yes, I do." I said it strongly, even though it was my first time interrupting someone.
Zayn stared deep within me. He just dragged me off the floor, tossed me on the bed, and began removing his clothes. The pricey belt and fine outfit both tumbled to the floor. Zayn buried his head into my neck and took a long inhale. He greedily sucked my neck and then my chest. His hands were not idle while kneading my breasts.
"Fuck it! You smell amazing," Zayn cursed. "I'd fuck you to death."
With my body as hard as a rock, I eagerly anticipated every move Zayn made. I used to fantasize about having private times with my mate, but when they happened, I reacted negatively since I didn't know the reasons.
Zayn, on the other hand, was clearly in no mood to pay attention to my stiff physique. He pulled up my skirt, put my legs across my chest, and rubbed his penis on my pussy.
Fluid seeped out of his dick. He was quite wet.
I knew he was hunting for a chance to put his dick into my vagina, much like a home burglar hovering and probing outside the house, waiting for the perfect time to break in.
I close my eyes like a martyr and wait for his next move.