BOUND: Mates at War | 18+

12 She Isn't My Mate

Romans POV

"Fuck."

I wipe the sweat from my brow and push my head further into the pillow beneath me. I grip the sheets, trying to hold back my hands, forcing myself to ignore the throbbing ache.

She's here.

I can feel her, even from my room. It would be so easy to go to her, to release this pressure that is pressing against my brain. I won't succumb to these magic tricks anymore. I won't allow myself to feel anything when I think of her.

I pinch my eyes closed and take deep breaths.

I lost control today. Binding her hands brought out something dominant inside of me. Seeing her there, naked and tied before me, it sent my blood into a frenzy. I wanted to mark her, to claim her.

"Fuck!"

I rip the sheet back and my pulsating cock twitches as the cold air hits me. The memory of her intoxicating scent wrapping around me like a fist. My lips burn, yearning for her soft mouth on mine, the taste of her tongue, the sound of her whimpering breathes.

I groan and rub my palm over my needy cock.

I've been hard, suffering, since I pressed my mouth to hers. I shouldn't have kissed her. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me. I growl into the darkness, I am so fucked up over her.
Her eyes flash through my mind, her raspy lilting voice saying my name, her dripping wet body as she bathed in the river.

My fist jerks harshly over my cock, I can't hold back anymore. The image of her round ass pressed against me makes me move desperately. I want more. I want her. I want her hands, her warm, soft heat wrapped around me.

I should have slipped my fingers into her, slid into her wetness. I should have checked, I know she was aching, desperate. Irritated grunts fall from my lips. My fist doesn't feel as good as I know her pussy does. Just imagining it makes precum drip from my swollen tip.

I think about sinking into her, stretching her, hearing her moan, feeling her clench around me.

A tortured groan rips from my chest as I picture her, naked before me, her legs shaking as she cums all over my cock.

The things I want to do to her. I pump myself faster, bucking my hips forward thinking of all the ways I can make her cum, with my fingers, my tongue, my cock.

Maybe she'll be on top, riding me, her perfect breasts bouncing as she moves up and down, over me.

Heat erupts in my stomach, every muscle clenches as I choke and pant. I close my eyes, imagining her voice moaning my name, my abs constrict as I jerk violently, heat spreading through my spine as I finally release.

Spurt after spurt of cum hitting my chest and stomach. My chest is heaving and my wrist is cramping up as I moan her name. As soon as I am able to catch a breath I'm filled with irritation. That wasn't enough. My wolf wants more, he wants her.

I pull myself up to shower when I feel it. A painful jerk at the base of my spine. Fuck.

She's already gotten herself into trouble.

I couldn't tell the guards not to punish her, not to try to extract information out of her. I knew this would happen. I should have killed her in the forest but I couldn't, I had my hand on her neck, I tried. She looked at me, proud and defiant, she wouldn't show any fear. It wasn't until her body forced her to move, to fight, that she faltered.

Knowing that she is so close, that I could stop her pain is ripping my wolf apart. I can't go to her, I can't stop this. Everyone would suspect, everyone would know about my betrayal.

I clench my fists together beneath the hot spray of the shower, forcing myself to, for once, have enough self control not to act on impulse.

She isn't my mate.

I feel her, she's in pain.

She isn't my mate.

The bond pulls at my wolf, torturing him.

She isn't my mate.

Maybe I can go to Melora, I can plead with her to break the spell, or to give me something to counter the magic. My mind is being torn apart, I feel my sanity slipping. I won't last much longer like this.

She is an elf. She is our prisoner. Her kind killed my father and they are going to end my mother. She is my enemy.

She isn't my mate.

The bones in my spine roll painfully. My wolf is forcing a shift. I try to push back, forcing him to submit to my will but I can't. My bones snap as I reject the shift, pain shooting through my limbs as my bones crack over and over again, moving back and forth between wolf and human.

It hasn't even been a day. I shouldn't have brought her here.

My ribs crack painfully as I shift fully, sprinting through the quiet castle down to the holding cells. I don't know what I'm going to do when I get there. I can't stop the guard. I can't take her from her cell. I can't do anything, not without alerting everyone that I have been fooled into feeling a magical bond.

I smell her blood as soon as I enter the hall and my wolf bristles furiously.

I should shift and speak to the guard, but my wolf won't allow it. When I reach her cell an angry growl ripples through me. Her slight body is hanging by the arms, her back ripped open. I can't see her face but the shallow movements of her chest and back let me know that she isn't conscious.

I turn and stalk toward the guard. He sits, unaware of the danger he's in. My wolf snarls as I fight for control again. He's seen her, she's still alive. I force another painful shift, gaining control of my wolf, finally.

"Are you alright, Sir?" the guard questions cautiously.

"Fine," my voice is harsh and full of rage as I pull on pants from the guard station, "I'm taking the next shift. Go."

He hesitates for a moment but wisely chooses not to question me. With a slight bow of his head he stands and leaves the dungeons.

I walk toward the male elf that sent her into a frenzy before.

"You," I growl, "who are you to her."

I know that I need not specify. I've dealt with this elf on several occasions since we captured him, he's generally reasonable.

"She...she's my daughter," he says quietly.

I pull his cell door open and remove the shackle from around his ankle. He is surprised but complies when I yank him from his cell by the arm, pulling him toward hers. I open the door and push him roughly inside with her before entering behind him to unchain her arms.

I slam the cell shut and bring a towel, "clean her up."

What the fuck am I doing?

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