JAYCE
I looked down at the woman that was under me, my lips curled in evil.
"You're weak. I'm trying to save you from this position where you have to scramble for the scraps. Don't you think you should be grateful? You should be serving me and you should be doing it happily. Is that clear?" I sneered, my voice was filled with irritation.
I purposely touched her soft, tear-filled face with my hard cock. I was laughing seriously.
Tears kept flowing from her eyes. Her tears continued to flow faster but her eyes…they kept themselves locked into mine. That spark that came from her resistance held some kind of excitement for me.
I had wanted to use some kind of harsh means to scare and torment this woman kneeling next to me, but somehow…I was beginning to change my mind.
I wanted to make her submit and force her to do my desires. I grabbed her chin and forced her lips to part.
"No…please, don't.." she whispered, her soft hands slapped against my legs trying to fend me off. Her helpless moans only made my desire rise.
For the first time, I wanted domination over a woman so badly. I had never felt this way. I just conquered.
With a very big smile on my face, I grabbed her jaw and placed my member against her smooth face. Again. Her tears fell on my hands from her cheeks. I scoffed and pressed my penis against her lips.
The minute my skin touched her shaky mouth, pleasure engulfed me.
The pillowy softness her lips had, contrasted with the hardness of my penis and it only increased my lust. The fluid from my cock–my precum, touched her lips and she sealed them tightly. This only increased my thrill.
Sharply, I forced her mouth open and began forcing my way inside.
I groaned, pushing my head backwards as I watched the woman beneath me struggle. Her resistance made this whole game more exciting. If only she knew.
Just immediately, Ms Daisy's voice that was begging for me to stop, suddenly ceased. The room shook with someone's presence and I could scent someone.
Someone I didn't want near me. Someone I disliked so much and avoided–but he always found a way to poke his nose into my business. It was Darlington Cunningham. My brother!
"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked angrily, turning to face him.
His face was cold and his voice was sharp! "If you want to mate her, wait until after the official selection. You can take her with you. Don't you dare try to bring in any trouble. Do you want to face the wrath of the elders from the council?"
That statement made me bite my tongue in anger. "You're irritating," I scoffed and pushed the crying woman away. I knew she was grateful to her stars–or maybe the moon goddess for saving her from such a critical situation.
"You're just a wolf like me. We share the same curse. Except, you're weaker," I insulted as I zipped my pants and buttoned them. "What makes you think you have the right to tell me what to do?"
My father had five children. Three boys–triplets and my two younger sisters. We were Lycan descendants and Darlington …. Darlington's wolf was the strongest.
He tried to use this to bully us, but I tried to avoid him.
In this pack, no one cared if you were the oldest child or triplet, law was measured my strength and for someone like Darlington who pandered to all my father's instructions and rules, kissing his behind–i could never respect him.
Despite all my insults, Darlington didn't budge. He answered softly. "Whether I'm stronger or not doesn't matter. I can't watch you disobey father."
My mood suddenly changed as I looked at him angrily. I felt a rising urge to tear him apart.
He had always been very prudent in following my father's orders. Who the hell did he think he was? If I got angry and killed the woman beneath me, Darlington would use this to his advantage and discourage my father from giving me any form of inheritance.
He would use this to his highest advantage. He would call me the black sheep of the family and make everyone ostracize me! I couldn't be so careless!
My teeth gritted and I angrily threw the woman on the couch. She was not worth causing me years of pain.
As expected, she started crying. Saliva clung to the side of her mouth and her face was already swollen. She looked like a little helpless cockroach–broken, helpless, heartbroken and miserable.
Desire moved in me as my gaze went through all her body. Even while she was afraid, her body still looked tempting and voluptuous. Her curves were in all the right places, tempting me even further.
Regret began to pick at me. Damn!! I should've taken her to my quarters much earlier. I would've satisfied myself and my stupid poke-nosing brother would not be here.
That didn't matter. She was still here, I'm the palace as a slave. She will work for me and sooner or later, I will satisfy myself. There will be many opportunities for me to torment her again.
Knowing that this was my pack–my father's pack, and I could do whatever I wanted to any woman I craved, gave me satisfaction.
I turned her head, forcing her face to meet mine. I wanted to have a good view of her face when I stopped in my tracks.
This face….it seemed I knew her from somewhere. This face was damn familiar. I searched my mind. Trying to stumble upon where I had met her. A party? School? Somewhere!! Somewhere!!
Was that why I had begun to develop a soft spot for her? Was it because I knew her?
"What's your name?" I asked. My voice was laced with curiosity and attention.
"Samantha," she whimpered while sobbing.
I could barely hear her.
"Samantha Samuels."
"Samantha Samuels?"
As if the curiosity of knowing her name or remembering her face was not enough. I began to smell something. A scent…. A mate scent!!
It smelled like vanilla, daisies, other flowers and sandalwood. All mixed together. Was my mate in this room?! Was she here?!
No!! I was not ready to find my mate. I did not want to know my mate! If I knew her, especially now, my brothers would want to pounce on her. They'd want me to share her with them. Besides, I wasn't ready to be responsible. I wanted to still have orgies and sex parties.
The scent…it kept tormenting me. Who was it coming from? And besides? I would never claim a sex slave for a mate! The moon goddess forbids!
I had to get out of here!
I touched her face lightly and smiled. "Nice name. I'll surely come for you again."
I laughed and walked out of the room. I didn't want to claim my mate!!