5- Devils Deal

Michaels Pov

I turned to see Anthony with most serious look I had seen on him so far

"Or you pretend to be our mate, Elena Wolfe," Anthony’s cold, taunting voice cut through the air. 

I observed the visible fear coursing through Elena, her face was drained in shock and eyes were filled with fear. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she clung to herself, seeking solace in her own embrace. It was sad to see but I knew the drama was just unfolding and I was in the front row to watch and had a opportunity to participate at anytime.

I didn’t expect the hunt to be this thrilling a combined with the escalating tension,today an exceptional experience. "So, what’s your choice, princess?" I taunted, relishing my participation in the unfolding events like I said, I had the power to participate at any time. This 

was a captivating ride, and I had every intention to seize the opportunity.

I chuckled,

Not loud but loud enough to catch Elena’s attention, Her eyes briefly flashed with intense despise before she averted her gaze back to the floor , avoiding direct eye contact. Her visible fear was palpable, it could be smelled a mile away, the tightness in her posture revealing her vulnerability and exposing a bit too much of her legs,she was damn sexy.

I turned my attention away from her to something else before I do what I have been thinking about doing to her body since I laid my eyes on her, I turned to Anthony and I knew he felt the same thing but he just had so much self control to hide under his cold looks and back to Elena, they were strays of leaves clung to her hair, and yet I wanted to do unspeakable things to her on this very bed but instead I stood and observed.Her distress only heightened the fascination in observing her and wanting her.

“No”

I wasn’t sure of what I heard, the desperation in her refusal was almost a whisper, a feeble attempt to resist the inevitable. 

It intrigued me. 

Her fear was quite exquisite, her struggle against the inevitable fate was only serving to amplify the moment. I smiled.

Anthony’s simmering rage was apparent. He never took it well with rejection neither did I,especially from her. After her futile attempt to stake him with a wood on his heart and he decided to spare her life and give her make her a deal, the fantasy of every girl in the kingdom, to marry him and she refused.However, he restrained himself, watching her with disdain,like a predator wait for its prey.

She needed a push, maybe we had become to soft with her, nobody dears to question us and has never said No. I could see she was terrified, biting her pink lips to Before she could utter another word, I was in front of her, my claw delicately grazing her neck. Her sharp intake of breath indicating she was terrified, biting her pink lips making a red a swollen and that was all it took to bring back visible lust in my eyes and mirrored the excitement that surged within me. I stared at her and torn her clothes with my eyes, Dear lord.

“No, let me have the honor, brother." Anthony interrupted, he always had an eagerness for involving in violence and 

I had forgotten the reason I was in front of her, focus.

Anthony advanced toward us. 

I couldn’t, I couldn’t focus on anything but her and her seductive lips and the way she turned me on by just looking at me, I began to line her lips with my finger which got out a sharp sigh from her which just made me press deep into her mouth making her choke, I put one more finger and went deeper making her choke more before I pulled my wet fingers out of her mouth not breaking eye contact as I licked my fingers and smirked when done. 

“Too bad” I said, she turned to see Anthony beside her, harboring above her and she moved quickly to the edge of the bed,

"Stay away from me!" Elena’s voice broke the tension, wielding a pillow as her defense against us, which was an ineffective defense. I chuckled at her futile attempt while still remained fixated at her beauty and thoughts of her in my bed.

However, her fear-driven resistance, though futile, held a strange allure. It was a rare spectacle to witness someone defiant against the inevitable power we held and amazing as she swing the pillow against us.

The teardrops traced a path down her cheeks, her voice almost pleading. "I am sorry," she whispered. 

Finally, she understood, she never really had a choice. Yes, it was crystal clear; in our world, there was never a genuine choice.

Anthony smiled for the first time since we met her affirming our control. "Then it’s decided. You are our mate, subject to our commands and serving as the Luna. You'll comply with our every directive given by us, serving us as your mates and kings."

“Yes”, she in a whisper 

Her hesitant agreement was the inevitable conclusion to our twisted game, serving only to further cement our dominance.

"That wasn't too bad," Anthony commented, walking away after staring at Elena’s for awhile. I couldn't stop staring at Elena. His leaving was cold, like he purposely wanted to keep his distance from her and I knew why.

As Anthony went, I struggled to keep my cool. Elena's presence made me feel drawn to her, and I tried hard not to give in 

but my eyes couldn’t just move away from her, her eyes were fixed on the bed, if she was trying to a piece contact then she did a good job. I knew my 

eyes showed a desire or may fully lust. 

The fight inside me was real. Part of me wanted to touch her, to feel her skin and maybe find Luger her lips taste, kissing her to oblivion to take away her tears knowing that we were the cause but another part knew that was a bad idea, at least not now. The battle between my wild side wanting to ravaged her and watch her call my name from beneath me and the sensible part of me seeking restraint but which was stronger?.

I don’t know.

I looked her again and finally, I made a decision to step out of the room, avoiding the tempting pull of Elena into me. My leaving mirrored Anthony's, both of us understanding that being close to her was risky. Outside, in the hallway, I took a deep breath. I needed a break from the intense emotions inside.

As I distanced myself, I grappled with my feelings, reminding myself that we needed to be in control of Elena. In the shadows of the corridor, I faced the conflict between my instincts and the need to be careful—a battle shaping the strange connection we were building with her.