SAMANTHA
I used one eye to peel around.
The ground beneath me was familiar. The stones. The vines climbing the wall. The window just above—my window. Prince Jayce had dropped me mere feet from my own room. Close enough to see my bed through the glass. Close enough to taste freedom.
But freedom was an illusion.
Jayce was still a colossal wolf. He stood before me like a monument to terror, his black fur absorbing the morning light, his yellow eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. His mere existence filled me with dread so complete I could barely breathe.
"Enjoying my form?" His voice came from the wolf’s mouth, deep and rumbling, wrong in every way. He stuck out his massive tongue and dragged it across my face in one long, wet lick. I flinched but didn’t dare pull away. "What do you think of me in my wolf? Am I pristine?"
I said nothing. I refused to answer such a question after being humiliated this way.
"You have never seen a wolf as cute as me. Right?" He almost sounded playful.
I snapped out of my daze and my gaze met his. Fear flooded me again and I resorted to pleading.
"Your highness," I cooed, my voice cracking. "Please spare me..."
Jayce scoffed. Then, in a ripple of bones and fur, he turned back into his human form.
He stood naked before me, unashamed, and pinched my chin between his fingers. His thumb brushed my cheek with a tenderness so fake it made my fear deepen.
"Spare? Spare what?" He tilted my face toward the light. "Look at you. Such a pitiful sight. Look at the tears on your face. Look at how you tremble."
His words made me fear even more. I was afraid to speak. Afraid to move. Afraid that any wrong breath would push him over some invisible edge. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I couldn’t stop them.
"Mate," I whispered, trying to see if saying it out loud in front of him would force him to claim and mark me.
I hoped it would soften him. I hoped the bond would stir something kind in his chest. I hoped for a miracle I did not deserve.
Jayce’s face softened and for one heartbeat, I thought it had worked.
A mischievous smile spread across his face. He looked...amused. He did not acknowledge the mate bond. He did not even call me his. He simply looked at me like I was a game he was winning.
"I might consider sparing you," he said slowly, drawing out each word. "But..."
Dread gripped my stomach. I knew that pause. I knew what came after.
"But what?"
Jayce pointed to his large penis. They were big–more like seven inches. "You must suck it till my legs shake. Satisfy me. Right here and right now." He shrugged one shoulder. "If not..."
He didn’t finish the sentence.
Shame surged through me so violently I thought I might vomit. I clenched my fists at my sides. My nails bit into my palms so hard that blood almost came out.
I looked at his cock lips and felt something inside me die. Jayce noticed my reluctance and his eyes narrowed.
"What’s the problem?" His voice was impatient. "Why are you unwilling? I am your Alpha. This should be natural. This should be easy. Unless..." He leaned closer. "Unless you don’t want to be spared after all?"
Sadness washed through me and I lowered my gaze to the ground. My voice came out barely audible."I’ll do it."
Jayce’s face transformed. The impatience vanished. In its place was something worse—approval. Satisfaction.
"That’s what I want to hear." He cupped my chin and lifted my face. "Good girl."
I wanted to die.
"You better be fast," he added, his thumb brushing against the head of his cock. "Or else I’ll change my mind. And trust me, you don’t want me to change my mind."
I shut my eyes tight.
I tried to prepare myself. My shaky hands reached out and touched his abdomen, trying to stimulate him before I touched his dick. The hair was coarse beneath my fingers. I slowly played with them...
"Hurry up," he snapped, his patience gone. "If you don’t want me to fuck you till you can’t walk anymore, you will move faster."
I leaned in, grabbed his rock-hard dick and began to lick the tip.
Slowly at first. I tasted precum which was salty but I continued, using my other hands to jingle his balls. Jayce seemed to be enjoying it because he closed his eyes.
Then with more pressure because I knew he would demand it. I sucked him the way he wanted. The way he commanded. My mouth moved against penis and I felt nothing but emptiness.
It seemed Jayce was not satisfied.
He forced his cock into my mouth, deep, demanding and savoring every corner of my mouth. I was very careful to not let my teeth bruise him..
He fucked my mouth violently, acting like a little dog in heat and I let him. What else could I do?
"Hmm," he whispered against my lips. A sound of contentment and victory.
After what felt like an eternity—minutes or hours, I could not tell—Jayce groaned and withdrew from my mouth. He released all his sperm on my face.
I stumbled backward, gasping, wiping it off with the back of my hand. He watched me with lazy satisfaction.
He remained nonchalant, unmoved, as if he had just finished a meal and was deciding whether he wanted dessert.
"Good wolfie," he said, stretching his arms above his head while he wore his clothes. His nakedness did not seem to bother him at all. "You have done well. Morning has come and I have duties to attend to."
He turned toward the path that led to the main house.
"I shall be back," he repeated, almost to himself. Then he looked back at me over his shoulder. His eyes were cold again. The playfulness was gone. "Don’t even think of running. I’m coming back for you."
And then, he disappeared!