Silver Scars

The Cells

So here I am.

The Cells.

After I brawled with my "mate" who was attempting to fuck me, I'm now in this very alluring silver cage.

Still on fucking fire from heat, mind you.

Every guard is looking like they are struggling to keep it together. I feel bad, but then like I don't because not my fault their Alpha is a twat.

Ethan just kept apologizing over and over. While his eyes swirled with black.

He left for a time and then came back with cold water and a cold sandwich. At least someone was thoughtful.

He left after he dropped the food. Some time passed and then suddenly all the guards left.

Umm, okay?

Ethan then returned.

"I'm really, truly, sorry. I wish I could help you somehow" he said. I could tell he was sincere.

I'm feverish. Burning. I want to fuck the shit out any male within a mile radius.

Ethan will do.

"You can help me".

"No no no no, I can't touch you. He'd kill me", damn this guy is quick.

"Where is he? The Alpha?" I ask.

"Gone. He left. He said something about a business thing" he states.

"Good, then he'll never know".

"Luna, no, I can't. I won't-"

"Don't let him be my first. Please. Don't let me lose it that way" I cry.

Im desperate. I'm begging. I saved myself for my mate and this is what I'm getting. I can't let him be the first. Can't give him that. Won't give him that. He doesn't deserve it.

"Luna, I...." He stops.

There's a long pause.

"Okay" he whispers.

He unlocks the cell. I look at his face while he slowly comes towards me. Surprisingly, his eyes are blue. This is him making this choice.

He uncuffs me. He pulls me up to stand in front of him. He finally looks at me.

"I'm sorry this happened to you. I am doing this to help relieve your pain and because if you were my mate, and she was in this position, I would want someone who cared to help her too."

If I wasn't raging with sexual hormones, I would've probably teared up at that. But instead, I crashed my lips against his. He hesitated for the smallest second, and then fiercely kissed me back.

Our hands in eachother's hair. I tug at the hem of this shirt, he pulls it off. Mine is gone a second later. As soon as his skin touches mine, it's bliss. Cool, utter bliss. He kissed my shoulders, my neck. Im moaning uncontrollably. And it just spurs him on. He picks up, hands going under my ass. But since he can't touch the walls of the cell (it's silver, remember), he gets down on the floor with me straddling him.

He kisses down my chest until he reaches my nipples, puts one in his mouth and I think I've hit heaven. Holy mother of fuck. I don't even realize it but I'm grinding on him. Stirring the beast inside him.

He rolls us over, so swiftly yet so gently. I start trying to shove the waistband of his shorts and briefs down. He obliges. I reach down and stroke him. Oh god, is he fucking hard. He's kissing my neck still, while his hand is trailing down me. He reaches the top of my shorts and looks at me. Asking permission to remove them. I give him a quick nod and off they come.

His fingers gently go down me, finding my core and sliding in me so gently. It's a feeling like no other. I'm gasping and moaning and just open mouthed shocked at all the feelings I can't describe.

After a minute or so of him going in and out of me, he looks at me again. Asking permission to enter me. I nod once again.

He aligns himself with me and rubs the head of his shaft against me. Holy fuck this is going to be good.

Slowly he pushes himself inside and all at once Im shocked but pleasured beyond imagination at the feeling of him stretching and filling me.

Fuck. Yes.

The pain from my heat has been gone and I haven't even realized. My body saying this is what I'm meant to be doing.

Yeah, getting fucked on the floor of a prison cell by a rando is completely what the Moon Goddess intended.

I'm so close to the edge of the kingdom of heaven. I can feel it building and building.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum" I say breathlessly to him.

He looks at me for a second and then his pace gets faster and bit erratic.

I clear the edge of bliss and am officially a goner, when I feel him quickly pull out of me and release on to my stomach.

I think this is what they consider a quickie.

He takes his shirt and wipes me off.

We make eye contact for a long time. Something unspeakable just occured but for some reason, it doesn't feel entirely wrong. It's not a connection, but more of a bond. We have a secret we share and now we are intertwined for enternity by it.

He places a kiss, a loving one, on my forehead and without a word, disappears.

It seems like hours pass. Until Molly comes with dinner. Without words slides the tray through the slot. But as she does, she looks at me. And her looks say so many words.

I give her a slight smile and slowly nod.

I am okay. It's okay. You are okay. It will be okay.

She looks down and nods back.

And slips out the door without another word.