CHAPTER 6

Audrey’s POV

I found myself secluded to my bed where the haze of sleep quickly sweeps me off my feet.

I couldn’t tell how long the slumber had lasted. The sheets were soft and fitted with my skin so well. Maybe it wasn’t all so bad here. It was like a monologue that played in my dream, except I knew this was a dream and it wasn’t real.

My hands were restrained somewhere above my head. I didn’t mind, it only made me focus on the rest of my body. This successfully heightened my feelings about my lower half. The moon goddess spared me having a wet dream on my first night as a breeder.

I can’t see where I am. I think it was the room I didn’t recognize. Hell, I didn’t recognize anything to make out where I was mentally. And for some reason, whoever had my hands tied that hovered in the shadows before I had forgotten to do the bare minimum and most basic mascot, the blindfolds. Even without them now, my eyesight felt useless. The fog and the shadow mixed in an unearthly manner. My throat was too closed to make a sound louder than a whimper.

The hair on my ankle stood and the aura crept up my legs. The shadow had moved closer. Close enough to make my breath hitch. I was a little too self-aware for my liking. It felt like a dream but the feeling was so realistic it affected the rate of my heart.

“I know you are awake…your heartbeat acted funny.” A deep baritone leveled my entire body into a calm still. I held my breath for the first few seconds, only releasing the air held hostage after I felt a shift in my feet.

It was real…

I thought to myself. It was fucking real.

Even though I knew he was aware of my consciousness, I still felt the need to act like I was just waking up. I attempted to break open my eyes. I must have been too tired to turn my bedside lamp off. But right now, I was glad I didn’t, so glad. I never thought my eyes would be graced with such magnificent glory. His chest is broad and naked. A few curls of hair crept up the crevice of his chest but died off into a clean shave even before it left the valley created by his chest muscles.

He seems to be looking at my head or somewhere above it. I didn’t know why it made me feel suddenly self-conscious. I adjusted my position on the bed, sitting up straighter and pouring my curls to the other side of my face so I could expose my neck. The dress my mother had given me was just enough to reveal my body shame in this dress. All you had to do was peer in closely.

I combed my hands through my hair nervously, using his face as some sort of validation mirror where I kept adjusting my hair until his facial expression got somewhat better. It never did. He only got more confused and at a point, he touched my legs gently, his hold was still firm. The callous tips of his fingers scrub over my smooth skin and ignite sparks of passion I didn’t know could be evoked by a stranger.

“Your skin is so soft…it’s like the bum of a little pup…” He ran his finger again in a back-and-forth motion, drawing my attention to my leg. I could see it, yes my legs were smooth. I like to blame everything that goes wrong with my body on my absent load.

“What would you have to do with it?” He looked up at me. He did it, I know he did. The way the room got dark and so did his eyes. It left his dark eyes hovering in the dim light.

“Anything you want…” I muttered back, barely managing to be audible. He ran his hand higher and stopped at my knee, then hummed. The deep vibration got to the middle of my legs faster than it got to my ears. I tried my best to act normal but the little gasp left my lips.

“Speak breeder. I like my women audible.”

I knew I was supposed to feel annoyed at the name ‘breeder’. As derogatory as it sounded, when it came from his lips, it sounded as if I was an important person with a really important job. It was the maximum thing he could do for me right now.

Without another word, he crawled on the bed towards me. I didn’t notice he was wearing loose pants until his hung erection slipped out in my face. It made my eyes tweak from the sudden shock. Instead of gasping like a normal human being, I dumbfoundedly reached out for his erection which he guided my hand to like an impatient man.

“I am not very skilled…”. I let him know, rolling my hand back on the hot skin of his erection.

Trudeau’s POV

Her eyes trembled just staring at me. They seemed confused about what to focus on. My naked eyes, long shaft, and the deep crested tattoo of Saint Paul that ran down the arm that felt her milk skin. She was exquisite, quite an underrated gem, I had to confess to myself.

Unlike Cassie’s dark midnight hair that blended with the late hours, hers was like the sun that cast upon the mid-day fields and pine trees. A fresh breath of summer. They curled in a huge mash of honey-brown and blonde highlights. The bedside lamp caught all of her beauty in its glow and made her skin appear even more alluring.

“Have you been with a man before…” I saw fear flash into her eyes as I searched hers. She didn’t dare take her eyes away which led me into feeding from her soul even without intending to.

I came on to me to suddenly rip her gown from the bottom hem. Tearing it up until her entire thigh was exposed and her thongs were all that sheltered the soft spot at the center of her leg. A deep groan vibrates at the back of my throat as I mentally ravage her all over, the feeling of the pulsating heat, the dew from the moistened center. It made my head swim a little. Soon I drew her body closer to mine and ripped off the rest of her clothes leaving her bare, trembling under me. It drove me high.

She shivered as my fingers massaged the flesh of her legs down into her inner thighs. Her breath labored as she inhaled and exhaled. It was a thrill to watch so much sensitivity while her hand still found a way to play with my dick. She rubbed on the top, taking advantage of the precum leaking off to make me feel more things. I had to stifle a groan that almost escaped, and that was when I decided to punish her.

The once comfortable air we had both created turned hot with urge as I scoped her center with a firm grip and massaged against it firmly. While she squirmed and struggled to get out of the torture zone, I applied more pressure. Flipping her so she was straddling me left her in a compromising spot. With my cock brushing against her tummy and my fingers sliding inside her tight wet pussy, It was only a little time until I pushed myself to my climax. I couldn’t afford that.

Without warning, I rose her and slipped half my shaft into her warmness. She engulfed me so tightly it stole the breath out of Both of us as we gasped at the same time. It drew my attention to my neck as she clutched onto it like her life depended on it. I didn’t want to put her in a condition where she was out of consciousness while I fucked her, so for the first time, I allowed a breeder to get used to my length and hold me in this manner. Especially now that I could smell all of her glory. I found out I didn’t mind.

My wolf ached and wanted to mark the poor girl so badly but I exercised some sort of self-control to keep a lead over the hunger.

I got impatient and pressed her down against my cock till she was down some inches. She cried out like a whiny babe. It was the most soulful noise I ever heard. The motion started with me rocking her hips while spanking her butt. Her eyes were barely open to notice the blue eyes that I could tell she would be infamous for.

“Open your eyes…”

Her eyes patted the next second and they blinked in sync while staring me directly in the eyes.

“Good girl…” I spanked her hips and rocked her even harder till she began to cry for more.