Hanna's POV.
I woke up in a daze. I looked around to find myself in a different room. Last night...shedders ran through me. It was amazing, but some part of it hated it. A part of me hates that I liked the pain.
I looked around the room. The walls were a calming shade of peach. They looked so feminine, yet everything about them screamed just the opposite. I groaned as the sunlight hit my face. The curtains were opened and I could see the forest.
I got out of bed carefully and walked into the bathroom, very aware of the ache between my legs as well as the limp in my walk. I washed up and used one of the bathrobes hanging there to cover myself. I waked out of the room and found myself in a large corridor. I walked down side where the faint scent of Damien lingered.
Two minutes later I walked into the most beautiful sight. Damien was exercising. He had shorts on and his body was on display. I involuntarily licked my lips at the thought of licking his scrumptious body.
I stood there for what seemed like hours, but was maybe in fact twenty minutes.
"Are you going to continue watching me Hanna?" his voice brought me back to life.
I blushed a deep crimson. As I walked into the gym I was overcome with sudden confidence. I made my way to him, almost gracefully.
"I was only enjoying the view Alpha," I teased, smiling inside my head when he let out a soft groan. My eyes went down his chest and to his cock. It was already semi hard. Before he could even say anything, I was on my knees and I pulled him out. I teased him, running just the tips of my fingers along his length. He groaned. He was becoming harder by the second and I loved it. I teased him some more until he was completely hard. He was like hard but soft steel.
"Hanna," he warned in a rasp whisper.
I didn't pay head. I took him into my mouth, sucking him like he was the best candy. And truth be told, he was. I heard him groan and this turned me on so much.
I ran my tongue along his underside and he shuddered. I could feel him growing in my mouth. I quickly bobbed my head up and down his length. I used one hand to massage his balls.
My other hand strayed to my clit and I rubbed furiously. I moaned with him in my mouth and he groaned.
I rubbed my clit and he finally toon control. He pushed his entire length inside my mouth and I gagged a bit. But again I started sucking him when the tip of his c0ck was near my throat.
"Fuck bunny!" he growled and that was what I needed. For him to call me bunny. I came gloriously and my moaning drove him over the edge. He came into my mouth and I swallowed, sucking him dry.
I finally looked at him with a grin. His eyes were dark with arousal. He pulled me up and ripped the robe.
"You could have just opened it," I commented earning a smack on my pussy. I groaned.
He pushed me against the wall and I braced myself. I wrapped my legs tight around him. He slowly pushed into me, until I was writhing with need.
He pulled back completely before pushing back in. I moaned and yelled at him to continue and fuck ne hard.
He kept thrusting at a perfect rhythm. I moaned as my pussy tightened and I came, screaming loudly.
He didn't stop. He kept thrusting harder this time at a relentless pace. I rode out my orgasm which was followed by a second one.
He finally came along with me and he groaned. I unconsciously put my head on his chest. A small sheen of sweat covered his chest.
We stood like that for a few minutes. He pulled back slowly, making me wince.
He pulled my face to his.
"There is a dress in the room. In the closet. You will wear that. We are going out."
"Out?" I muttered still distracted.
"Yes. We are going to get married."
"Married?' my words were a rough whisper. All I wanted to do was shout at him. Marry?! For fucks sake!
"Yes Hanna." he said, pulling out of me, making me wince.
"I am not getting married to you!" I yelled. I pushed him with all my strength and ran out of the room. I knew that he would find me, wherever I ran. I did the best possible thing. I hid in the closet that was right next to the gym.
I heard a frustrated sigh. "Fuck," he muttered.
I heard his footsteps. I held my breath, knowing I would be able to go without breathing for at least one hour. Perks of being a were.
I finally released my breath when I didn't hear him anymore. I sank down on the floor, against the wall, as quiet sobs wrecked my body. Tears flowed down my face. I was right. He didn't want a mate. All he wanted was a fuck toy.
I was too far gone with him to care last night, but now I realized. I was his mate. Mate. Not a fuck toy. Just as that thought crossed my mind, another thought sent shudders through my body. And if possible I stated crying even more.
What if we did get married and he locked me in this house? What if he had a lot of girls? Oh my...
Minutes later I heard his voice again. "Hanna!" he shouted.
"I know you're in the fucking house! Where are you?" he yelled.
I took slow and deep breaths. Will it be like this? Me hiding from him? Another sob escaped me and this time I wasn't that quite. The door opened two seconds later. His eyes were blazing with fury.
But as soon his eyes fell on my crying face, his face softened.
"Hanna," he muttered, "You scared me."
He came to pick me up, but I shrank away from his touch. "Don't," I managed to whisper. I didn't want him to touch me. His touch was lethal. I needed my space. I would fall under his spell again.
His face scrunched in disbelief. He looked confused, then sad. He moved away. "Please Hanna..."
"Go away," I muttered. Please, I added in my head.
He didn't say anything. He gave me one glance, then I was in his arms.
"Leave me!" I yelled. I was naked and my body was warming up with his touch.
"Just let me get you to the room." he pleaded. He took me in his room and laid me down on the bed. I shrunk away from him, pulling up the covers on me.
A look of raw hurt passed his face. His eyes flashed with guilt and hurt.
"Hanna." he whispered. I didn't say anything.
"Let me go," I said. "Please... Just let me get out of this house. Let me live my life and you live yours."
"I can't," he whispered.
"Please," my voice broke and a sob tore through me. Tears flowed down my face again. He looked at me in panic, before getting on the bed and scooping me up in his arms. I tried to get away from him, but in the end I leaned into him and cried.
I don't know why I was crying. For me, for him. For the fucked-upness of this situation.
"Hanna," Damien said, his voice strangled.
I looked up into his beautiful face. His eyes bore into mine.
"You are my mate," He said.
I gasped. Not because this information was new, but because he said it.
"I unintentionally marked you the first night," he continued. "And when you came back, I realized that I had marked you."
"Damien..." I whispered. I didn't want to hear it. I didn't want to know about the obvious mistake he made.
"No, you need to know. I was angry, mad and frustrated. I couldn't believe that I did something so stupid. But..." he trailed off.
"But?" I asked. My curiosity was piqued.
"But," Damien paused, as if adding an effect to what he was saying.
"What?" I almost growled out in irritation.
He laughed, but suddenly cursed. He took me off his lap and got up. It was only then that I noticed that he was dressed in shorts and a tee. He gave me a stern look.
"Don't even get up." he said before rushing out of the room. I frowned. What the hell was that?
I sat for some time. I could hear soft voices. That meant whoever Damien was talking to was outside the house.
I was getting impatient. Who the hell was talking to for so long? I was about to get up and go out when I heard Damien yell one word that made me freeze.
"Mom!"
Fuck.
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