Arranged Bonds

Chapter 6: Playing with fire

Blackwood never showed up in our room after dinner, so I stripped the sheets and comforters before walking outside, to the fire pit. A few of the younger males are still up, sitting around the fire, drinking, laughing, but they stare when they see me. I'm sill in my dress, it hasn't been too long since dinner finished.

I probably look like a fool, dragging his huge comforter and sheets across the lawn, but no one says a word until after they are all thrown in the fire. I stare as they burn and smile to myself before stalking back inside to the confused cheers of the males. It's cute that they think I'm finished.

I grab anything that smells of them. Pillows, blankets, clothes and they all go back to the fire. The males have started to pitch in, helping me burn every last mixture of their scent from my nostrils.

Quinn is the biggest help. He knows how disgusting it feels to have another's scent wrapped around your mate, though he doesn't know how it feels to have a one sided bond.

Some of the unmated males are following my orders like wolves after a piece of meat, but I don't mind. It feels nice to have these males act the way I wish my mate would.

It is as I'm tossing the last bit of the dirty laundry I found in the bathroom hamper into the fire that Blackwood makes an appearance. He looks menacing, his silver eyes glowing in the night and the males all scatter as I ignore him.

"What do you think you're doing!" I don't grace him with a response as I watch the clothes burn into nothing.

"You should be in bed, not parading your body in front of those males! You are their Luna act like it!"

"And what would you have me do? Sleep in a bed with her scent all over yours? Take a steaming bath in it!? I'm not just their Luna I'm your mate too and you should have had the respect to at least clean up before I arrived! I might not be the wolf you want, but I'm the one you got!" My anger has unleashed my strength again and I have no holds on it this time as I shake in fury. I know that inside, they will feel the power I am exerting.

He starts to speak but I don't want to hear his excuses. It's not like we have any sort of relationship. We just met, but I won't be walked all over.

I walk off, back into the house and he is right on my heels when I make it to the bedroom. He slams the door behind us before grabbing my hair roughly and dragging me to the now bare bed.

"You want it gone? Then let's rub ours into it! Isn't that what you want?!" He growls as he throws me to the middle of the mattress. His shirt is across the room in a nanosecond and his pants soon follow. I can smell that he hasn't been with her today and I mentally sigh. His hair is loose in dark waves around his head and I want to touch it, but when I do, he growls.

No matter how angry I am I can't seem to fight the growing bond his mark has made in me.

"I'm in charge! Got it?" And he flips me to my stomach, ripping my dress away from my breasts. He's pinching my nipples and I'm keening in desire at his roughness. I never thought I would like to be taken like this, but my mate is so wrapped into my body that there's no way I could deny him now. The first time i was partially duty bound, but this time it's all him.

My skirt is up and my panties are gone in the next second as he shoves his boxers down. I don't even have time to think before his cöck is shoved deep into me and I'm wailing at the fullness, at the pain that accompanies it. I hadn't been ready but he pays that no mind as one hand guides my hips and the other has my hair. His mouth is on my neck, biting. My teeth ache more now than they had and I'm screaming my pain to the world.

He's shoving into me over and over and the pain has started to numb as he bites another searing mark to my shoulder. "Ah!"

"Don't forget that you are mine little bird! If you weren't pregnant before you will be soon. That's all I want you for. Nothing else!" He's growling and I'm screaming and crying. I don't want to be treated as an object, as nothing but a womb to bear his pups, but I'm not strong enough to dislodge him.

I can feel my shoulder bleeding, I can feel his tongue licking it clean. I try not to, but my wetness has started to love his continuous pounding even if I feel degraded.

I can feel my orgasm closing in on me. Is it disgusting that I feel pleasure in this pain? Or do I only feel pleasure because it's him, because he's so wrapped into me that my body is clouded with it? I'm not sure but seconds later he is pumping his seed into me and I'm crying out my pleasure for this pack to hear.