Chapter 3 #2
To fulfill her role.
But she didn't understand that her quiet surrender ignited something in me—a hunger I hadn’t expected.
Her initial stiffness melted as I drew closer, her body yielding under my touch.
She tried to control her breathing. As I moved nearer, a soft tremor ran through her, and a low, involuntary gasp escaped her throat.
That sound, raw and unguarded, set my blood aflame.
I tugged the veil away, revealing her face at last.
And there she was.
Her lips parted slightly, her breath too shallow for my ears not to pick up. Her lashes fluttered against her flushed cheeks, and those eyes? Those tragically beautiful green eyes were wide and uncertain and more than that they shone with the same fear I’d smelled from her earlier.
The same fear that was thrumming my desire and making my wolf want to dive past the edge of sanity. Fuck, was she beautiful and I simply couldn’t resist wanting all that beauty for my eyes only.
“You’re trembling,” I said, my voice low and rough as I let my knuckles trace the curve of her delicate jaw. “Are you afraid of me?”
She didn’t answer.
Didn’t need to. It was written all over her. Her body was taut as a bowstring, drawn tight both with anticipation and dread. Whatever emotions surged within me, the ones I couldn’t understand, she must have felt them a hundredfold.
I cupped her face, my thumb brushing her sinfully full bottom lip.
The action alone was enough to drive my blood all the way south and for her.
Let’s just say my princess hadn’t been touched by another man.
She didn’t look like it and the thought of that not only made the blood in my veins hot but also made my wolf want to claim her right there and then.
“Good,” I murmured, stepping into her space, my chest nearly brushing her visible nipples that were begging for the littlest of touch. “You should be.”
Her gasp was barely audible, but it vibrated right through to me.
“You’ve no idea what kind of man married you tonight,” I continued, my voice a velvet growl as I wrapped a hand around her waist, pulling her flush against me. “But you’ll learn, princess. Tonight, you’ll learn exactly what it means to belong to me.”
She whimpered and Goddess, that sound. It was the kind of sound men would go crazy over.
The kind of sound that made my wolf want to rip itself from my skin from the desire that consumed and spit me out raw.
I’d get more of those sounds tonight. With my fingers, cock, mouth, whatever I could to make my bride happy.
My cock surged against the tight constraints of my pants, already straining for release and an into her but that could wait. I needed to see all of her, not just her breasts.
Dragging her backward until her knees hit the bed, I laid her down like a gift I intended to unwrap slowly… cruelly… completely and wholly.
Watching her lay on my bed, naked save for the panties cupping her sex, I took off my clothes one by one. Every time a piece of my clothing fell to the floor, my princess sat up on her elbows, eyes wide with curiosity as they latched on every part of my skin that got exposed to light.
Her eyes felt like a real caress, her gaze slicking down my chest, my arms, to my abs. Being admired by women was one thing; being admired by Viossi, however, was another. It was fucking breathtaking.
The minute I got rid of my pants, my hard cock springing in mid-air just from seeing her naked alone, my princess’ eyes dilated. Want, desire, need, it was all written on those emerald orbs and I promised to deliver.
Leaning over her, my body caging hers, palms braced on either side of her head, my hand slowly traveled down her neck, down the side of her right breast, past her thin waist and to the material that needed to be gone.
My fingers gripped the edge of her panties and I tore them away from what was mine.
She didn’t dare look away. Her chest rose and fell in rapid bursts, her nipples already pebbling from the chilled air or my attention—it might have been both.
“I’ll ruin you for anyone else,” I whispered against the shell of her ear. “You’ll beg me to stop, and then beg me not to.”
Her thighs pressed together. I smiled.
“Open them,” I commanded, my voice all steel.
She hesitated. For a minute. And that told me what she liked. She liked getting dominated. It set her off the same way I liked hearing her submissive whimpers.
I growled again. “Don’t make me ask again, princess.”
Her legs parted, giving me access to what I craved.
I looked down, committing her pink glistening pussy to mind before I cupped her.
“Drenched already?” I asked, dragging a finger along her wet slit.
She jolted, a soft cry escaping her lips before her nails dragged along my arms.
“You’re aching for it, aren’t you?” I continued teasing, circling her clit with the pressure of a man who knew exactly what he was doing and what my princess needed. “And you haven’t even tasted what it’s like to have me buried so deep inside you, that you forget your own name.”
She squirmed. “P-Perock…”
My name on her lips?
It made my heart fucking stutter.
It was fucking glorious and I needed more of it.
“I want to hear that again,” I barked, all restraint evaporating within me.
I wanted her. Goddess and I wanted her right now. “Moan it this time.”
She bit her lip, trying to hold back but I didn’t give her the choice. I slid one thick finger between her folds, and her body arched off the mattress.“Perock—ah!”
“Good girl,” I snarled, curling my finger inside her slowly. “Now beg me.”
“Wh-what?” she whispered, wide-eyed.
I leaned down, lips brushing hers, my breath hot. “Beg me to make you mine. To split you open and claim what’s mine. To stretch your tight little cunt until you can’t walk tomorrow.”
Her breath hitched, and that fear in her gaze was joined by something darker… want.
“I-I want—please…” she whimpered, hips rolling helplessly.
“Say it.”
“Please… fuck me.”
That broke me.I slid another finger inside her, watching her hips buck as she rode me for her orgasm. One I happily gave her to prepare her for what was coming.
I settled between her legs, and she opened her eyes, panting.
“M-More, please.”
I pressed the blunt head of my cock to her soaked entrance, she banded her hands around my neck, inviting me in without a clue of how much her scent, her eyes, and her pretty pussy drew me in.
“This will hurt, little virgin,” I warned her, holding her hips steady. “But you’ll take it. Every inch. You’ll thank me for it.”
She nodded, and I took her lips.
Then I thrust forward slowly but unrelentingly, inch by inch until her tight heat clamped around me in a vise grip.
She cried in our kiss, and I ate those cries.
She moaned against my lips, my wolf got off on that.
I wrapped my hand around her throat, claiming her, like how her pussy was staking a claim on me and the bond between us? I felt it, tight as a coil about to snap.
“Fuck,” I grunted, sweat breaking along my spine. “You’re so tight… so fucking perfect, princess. You feel good. So good.”
She gripped my shoulders harder, nails sinking in, her legs wrapping around my waist without realizing it.
I gave her a moment. Just one.
Then I began to move.
Powerful, deep thrusts that had the bed slamming against the wall. Her cries grew louder, her body trembling with overstimulation as I fucked her through the pain and into pleasure.
“That’s it,” I panted against her throat, licking up the salt of the tears on her cheeks. “Take it like a good little bride.”
She sobbed something incoherent, part of it my name, another a reckless moan and I fucked her harder.
“You feel that?” I questioned. “That’s your virginity, gone. You’re mine now. No one else gets to see this. No one else gets to own you.”
Her moans became ragged, her body convulsing around my cock. She was close–so close.
“Come for me,” I ordered, grabbing her jaw to force her gaze on mine. “Look at me when you fall apart. Let me see that pretty little face break for me.”
And she did.
With a scream muffled by my kiss, she shattered around me, her walls pulsing, clenching, dragging my own climax right out of me in a savage groan.
I spilled deep inside her, hips jerking uncontrollably, branding her from the inside out.
When it was over, I collapsed beside her, dragging her to my chest, even as she trembled from the aftershocks.
“Get used to this,” I murmured against her hair, “Because I’m not stopping until you’re swollen with my heir. Until this bed smells like nothing but us.”
Her breath hitched, and I smiled against her skin.
This was only the beginning, my princess.
A sudden urge to protect her surged within me, fierce and unbidden, but I crushed it ruthlessly. I couldn’t afford to be swayed by emotion, not now, not ever.
I turned away, striding to my private bath chamber without a backward glance. Cold water cascaded over me, a sharp contrast to the heat still lingering in my veins. I needed to clear my mind, to refocus on what mattered.
The nobles had scrambled to offer their daughters, desperate to avoid my father’s attention, but he’d chosen the Thornfields—a minor lord too weak to defy a royal command.
My reaction to Viossi, this inexplicable pull, was nothing more than physical need, a longing for intimacy I’d suppressed for too long.
She wasn’t special. She couldn’t be.
I glanced down at the curse mark on my waist, a coiling black rune that seemed to pulse with life. It was darker today, its edges sharper, a constant reminder of my dwindling time.
I closed my eyes.
My mother died giving birth to me, a loss that shaped my father’s bitterness. His first wife, Gertrude, a witch-werewolf hybrid, had never forgiven him for choosing his fated mate over her. Consumed by rage, she’d launched a rebellion, rallying disaffected nobles to seize the throne.
“Your son will not live past twenty-five!” She’d screamed, her curse sinking into my blood. The palace mages had softened its blow, extending my deadline to thirty and offering a cruel solution: my own child’s life to break the spell.
Ever since then, fate has been particularly cruel. Four chosen wives, four shattered hopes—every of them died mysteriously shortly after our marriage. The rumors about me grow wilder, and the people don’t need a monster who caused his mother’s death in childbirth and brings death to his wives.
I knew Jackson and his father were behind it, orchestrating murders to tarnish my name and clear his path to the throne. My father, weakened by age, could do little to stop these. The court simmered with tension, nobles aligning themselves for the inevitable power shift.
But I wouldn’t let them win.
Today was the first step in my counterattack. As long as Viossi could give me an heir, I could break the curse and secure my legacy. Thinking of this, I recall her timid voice and tears in bed just now, which makes me restless-
No. Sophia’s departure had taught me to guard my heart. She’d been my refuge, the one person who saw past my title to the man beneath. But she’d chosen another, leaving me to drown in despair. My father’s words still rang in my ears.
Letting emotions rule you is weakness.
You’re the heir—your duty is to break the curse and lead this kingdom.
Even though, I vaguely hoped my four wives would understand me as Sophia did, but none of them ever did. Gradually, I gave up and began to close off my heart.
Yet this Viossi... she seems somehow different.
In my memory, I’d heard many stories about her, all painting her as arrogant and overbearing. But today, spending time with her, she was reserved and quiet, like a fawn.
I shut my eyes, pushing these stray thoughts aside. No matter if she’s different from the Miss Thornfield in my memory, her only value is to help me break the curse.
Yes, it must be so—it can only be so.
I dressed quickly, my mind already mapping out the next steps.
To protect her from Jackson’s schemes, I’d house her in the east wing, guarded by my most trusted men.
I’d visit her once a month, on the full moon, when conception was most likely.
Once she bore an heir, her role would be complete.
She could return to her family or remain in the palace with wealth and status, depending on her conduct.
It was a practical plan, one that left no room for error—or emotion. She’s merely a tool, a vessel, the key to breaking the curse—nothing more.
My wolf growled low in its throat—a raw, accusing rumble that seemed to dig into the marrow of my shame.
"Pathetic", I snarled, my voice sharp as ice. "Letting a woman cloud your mind."
But I won’t.
Never will