My lips were forced to open as wide as possible, and I let out an involuntary groan of pain, instinctively using my tongue to ward off the invasion of the foreign object.But my actions seemed to excite Michael even more. As he thrust his hip to my mouth, I felt like I was about to suffocate.Finally, Michael seemed to have lost his libido and was aware of my situation, so he stopped.I quickly pushed him out of my mouth and started coughing awkwardly.Michael reached out and touched my flushed face. Then, in an affectionate tone, he complained, "Why are you so delicate?"I was choked to the point where my face was red, and my eyes were filled with tears. When I heard him say this, I glared at him.However, I didn't know that the way I looked at him with tears in my eyes wasn't threatening at all. Instead, it incited a man's desire for further abuse."Are you that troubled?" Michael asked in a low and hoarse voice.He reached between my leg with one hand."You're wet."I felt Michael'
I felt my heart skip a beat and my soul drift.Michael squeezed his hand between my legs again. My body trembled. I wanted to struggle but didn't dare. I could only whisper, "Michael.""Tell me if you want it. It's okay."Michael's voice sounded rare and gentle. There seemed to be a hint of a smile in it.He gave me a light kiss on the side of my face, raised his knee to my already wet privates, and slowly rubbed me. "I'll give you a lick, won't I?" He suggested very seriously.I was a little dazed, and it took me a while to catch my breath.Did Michael want to lick me down there? A Lycan prince was going down on me.Just imagining it made my blood boil."No, you can't." My subconscious told me it was wrong, even though I wanted Michael to."Yes," Michael said, leaving a kiss on my lips as he slid down.I propped up my upper body and looked up at him. He had one hand on my hip, and his face was facing my private area, which had soaked through a large sheet of sheets.My eyes widened,
Michael had a crazy look in his eyes as he carried me from the bed onto him.He grabbed my chin with one hand and kissed me hard. His other hand was on my waist, pushing me down hard before I could react.Michael's penis immediately broke through my soft, wet private part and sank in.My private part was already wet enough, and now, finally, a real guy had gone in rough. For a moment, the satisfaction of being filled outweighed all else, and a strong surge of stimulation coursed through my body like an electric current.White light seemed to flash through my mind, and with a muffled groan, I reached orgasm again.Then, I felt a physical discomfort.This was the first time I had been penetrated, and although my body was desperate for Michael, it was still extremely uncomfortable to be entered so forcefully. Michael was too big, and I felt he would break me. It was hot, swollen, and burning.I couldn't help but gasp, trying to raise my hips to lessen the pain.But just as I twisted my b
"What are you doing?" Michael didn't stop.I began to adapt to his rhythm. I calmed my breathing and said, "Mark me. Mark me, Michael.""Mark you?" Michael snorted. He grabbed me by my waist and lifted me. His penis slipped out of me. Then, he let go of his hand. At the same time, he forcefully pushed his hip and pierced me with his large penis to its hilt."Ah!" I screamed.I had already gotten used to Michael's size, but after being so violently and rapidly invaded, I still felt a little uncomfortable. I realized what I said might have made Michael unhappy, but I didn't know what was wrong with it.Didn't Michael always want to mark me?Did he bring me back just to punish me? Did he not want me anymore?Soon, I did not overthink. Michael was rough, but the pleasure was double.His hot penis rubbed against every corner of my body, and then the deepest part of my body was hit hard. The pleasure came fast and hard, and my moans were intermittent and never stopped.Michael seemed to be
Michael didn't say anything. He just kept pushing his crotch forward and into me.I could hear the embarrassing sound of my crotch being penetrated. He probably went in and out a hundred more times. I was constantly having orgasms. The fluid flowed out of my body as if all the water in my body would run out.I was in a trance.Suddenly, Michael's penis started throbbing. I looked at Michael in a daze and realized that this was a sign that he would ejaculate.He couldn't ejaculate in there.I suddenly regained some consciousness and was about to remind him when Michael suddenly pushed me away. My legs were lifted."Ah!" I screamed.Michael's actions threw me off balance, and I fell onto the bed.I felt Michael pull his wet penis out of my body and raise my hips with his hands. Then, I was forced into a position where my legs were wide open, and my private parts were facing him.I looked at him blankly. Michael looked down. I couldn't see his face. Instead, I could feel his burning gaze
Michael seemed so mad at me in bed that I almost lost the concept of day and night and was completely addicted to the never-ending rush of pleasure.Michael would feed me food and water at some point, and I would mechanically consume them. Then, in between the sex sessions, Michael would carry me to the bathroom to wash up, and sometimes we would just go at it again, and then Michael would carry me back to the bed soaking wet.I didn't even get a chance to put my clothes back on. So it was three days and three nights of debauchery.When I woke up on the fourth morning, I was surprised to find that Michael wasn't there, and I was wearing a nightdress. Damn it! No underwear.After days of nonstop sex, I felt weak and sore all over.This wasn't a break at all. On the contrary, the physical activities in bed were almost as exhausting as that of a person out having fun for three days straight.I rolled out of bed and felt like I could control my body for the first time in three days.It wa
"As I mentioned before, if you try to run away again, I’m going to punish you," Michael said calmly, though there was something dangerous in his eyes."These last three days didn’t count as punishment?" I shot back, staring at him in disbelief.For the past three days, I’d felt like my body was on the verge of breaking. Michael's relentless energy had left me feeling completely drained, like a rag doll that had been tossed around and discarded. I remembered when Kate had asked me what it was like to sleep with a Lycan prince. I hadn’t known how to answer then, but now? Now I knew. The only thing I could think of was how terrifyingly powerful he was. For three days straight, I wasn’t even sure if he’d slept at all. The only sensations I had were of being knocked out, waking up, and then it starting all over again."That’s what I’ve wanted to do to you for a long time," he said.I blinked, confused. "What?""You’ve been hiding things from me, haven’t you?" Michael continued, still eeril
This time, being trapped felt even more suffocating than before. I was confined not just to a room but to a bed—a prison with a five-meter radius. I could eat at the table, wash up in the bathroom, and little else. The chain that tethered me to this small space seemed more like a mockery of my freedom than a necessary precaution. There were moments when I wondered if I could somehow strangle myself with it, just to escape.Michael wasn’t taking any chances. He didn’t even give me any way to communicate with the outside world. No phone, no internet, no nothing. He made it clear that he wasn’t going to let me escape again. When I suggested that he at least let me have my textbooks and notes so I wouldn’t fall behind in school, he just shook his head, dismissing my request with a cold smile."I don't think you need that much space in your current situation," he said, gripping my chin firmly. His eyes bore into mine as he added, "You'll have plenty of time to focus on me instead of those
During that time, Joanna was always off somewhere, traveling by herself. No one knew where she went. She would leave for long stretches, sometimes disappearing for years, and didn’t bother checking in with anyone. Naturally, her parents freaked out, not knowing if she was safe or if something bad had happened to her.As I sat there by the water, Sasha handed me a drink. It was this weird, green liquid that I wasn’t sure about at first, but after a sip, I realized it was lemon tea, with a hint of mint. Not bad at all, really refreshing."And then?" I asked, curious about what happened next with Joanna.Sasha sighed, shaking her head like she regretted it a little. “Well, her parents eventually went to Michael's dad for help. Since Michael was good at handling this kind of stuff, his dad put him in charge of finding Joanna.”I sipped my drink again, enjoying the way the mint cooled me down from the inside. "So, Michael went after her?"Sasha looked at me with a mix of guilt and understa
Joanna might be an amazing actress, but honestly? She's not fooling me. It's like she's playing a role, trying to be someone she's not—probably because she can't stand that Michael and I are together. I could feel her trying to mess with us, but I wasn’t about to let her win. If she wanted to act, well, I could act too.The sunlight felt warm on my skin as I stood there watching her. I smiled confidently, letting Joanna see me looking totally unbothered. She dove into the water with all the grace of a fish. I had to admit, she did have an incredible body—she was rocking a white bikini that had these thin straps crisscrossing over her chest and waist, making her look like some kind of living sculpture. Even the lower half of her bikini had those same crisscrossing straps under her belly button. Honestly, it was a look.Meanwhile, Sasha was already in the water, her swimsuit much louder and flashier than Joanna's. She was wearing this fluorescent green bikini with stripes and a skirt th
Joanna’s POV“So, I’m not the kind of girl who lets a man push her around. After all that happened, I left anyway. But no matter how long I stayed away, I’d always get messages from Michael. Some of them were about family stuff, other times he’d talk about finding his mate or being engaged or something. Honestly, it was pretty confusing for me during that time.”Despite saying she was troubled, a small smile crept onto Joanna's face as if remembering something amusing.“Eventually, I figured out that all of those excuses were just Michael’s way of trying to get me to come back. There was never a fiancée or mate. It was all just a big story. So, I was a little surprised when I heard this morning that you two were mates. But, hey, you’re mates arranged by the Moon Goddess, so everything should be fine, right?”Joanna finished her little story with a bright smile, clearly satisfied with herself. But me? I was furious. My fists were clenched so tightly, I could feel my nails digging into
It wasn't until Michael had completely disappeared from view that I became aware of the unsettling stare from behind. I could feel Joanna’s eyes boring into me, but I refused to acknowledge her directly. Instead, I turned and made my way toward my room, hoping to escape the tension she brought with her presence.But, of course, Joanna just happened to be standing in my path.She wore that same infuriating smile, the one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Your relationship with Michael seems... strong. You’re quite adorable when you're with him, Cecily."Her words dripped with something—sarcasm? Malice? It was hard to tell. I wasn’t sure what she was getting at, but I didn’t care to find out. I wasn’t in the mood to engage with her."I'm heading back to my room," I said, keeping my tone as neutral as possible."I know I upset you yesterday, and for that, I’m truly sorry," Joanna replied, taking a step closer as if that would make her words more sincere. "I didn’t mean to offend you. Le
Joanna's giggle echoed through the room, its beauty contrasting with the venomous intent behind it. Her voice was as sweet as a siren’s, but I could feel the malicious undertones. "Former friends, Sasha? That's not quite accurate. Michael and I were more than friends."I knew Joanna was up to no good. I had seen it in her eyes the moment I met her. Whatever her goal was—whether to make me jealous, provoke anger, or worse—I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of seeing me unravel.She turned her gaze toward Michael, who remained focused on his coffee cup, now almost empty. He hadn’t acknowledged her presence, which gave me some comfort, but Joanna wasn’t finished. "If you two are truly mates," she said, her voice dripping with false innocence, "may I ask, was it the Moon Goddess who arranged this, or did Michael choose you?"Her question cut deep, even though it was wrapped in a seemingly casual tone. I clenched my fists under the table, my wolf surging with rage. Joanna was impl
"Would you like to come downstairs for breakfast, or should I bring it up to you?" Michael asked, his voice soft and tender. As he spoke, he reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from my face. His touch sent a warm shiver down my spine, the closeness between us undeniable.I found myself smiling at Michael, wondering how I hadn’t fully appreciated this side of him before. I had always been so caught up in our arguments, his domineering ways, and the battles for control that I had somehow missed these moments where he could be... sweet. The realization washed over me—there was more to him than the arrogance and possessiveness I had been focusing on. If I allowed myself to let go of the tension between us, there was an undeniable pleasure in being with him.“I’d like to go downstairs to eat,” I replied with a soft smile, feeling more at ease than I had in a while.We walked down the stairs together, and I found myself momentarily at peace. But as we descended, my mind wande
The night had ended in a comfortable silence, with both of us content in each other's presence. By the time I had finished my tasks, Michael was still seated at his desk, absorbed in a pile of paperwork. His brow furrowed in concentration, and I didn’t have the heart to disturb him, nor did I want to leave his side. So, I watched him, feeling the steady calm he radiated.Before I knew it, I had dozed off in the warm cocoon of the study, lulled by the scent of Michael that filled the room. It wasn’t long before I felt someone gently lift me. I knew it was Michael, and feeling safe in his arms, I allowed myself to drift deeper into sleep.When I finally woke up, the morning light was already creeping in through the curtains. My body felt well-rested and refreshed. At some point during the night, I had been changed into my pajamas, and I couldn’t help but wonder if Michael had been the one to wash and dress me while I slept. A small smile tugged at my lips at the thought.I glanced to my
"Oh god, absolutely not," Michael exclaimed, his voice laced with frustration. "Yes, we had a relationship in the past, but we broke up a long time ago. Joanna came by a few times after that, but it wasn’t for me. She had business with Samuel and others. I was too busy to even notice when she came or left. But I swear, Cecily, nothing happened between us after we ended things."I turned to face him, my mind clouded with uncertainty. Should I believe him? Jealousy burned inside me, poisoning my thoughts. The mere idea of him being intimate with Joanna made my skin crawl."My little wolf," Michael's voice softened as he lifted my chin gently. His expression was tinged with regret. "If you want me to apologize for my past, I can. But remember, I’ve lived a long life, Cecily. I’m not a saint—I’ve had relationships, felt emotions, just like anyone else. But if you're blaming me for something more than that, it's unfair. I’ve never been in two relationships at the same time. When I met you,
"I can't just pretend nothing happened, especially after my wolf reacted the way it did." I shrugged, trying to stay calm. "I need to know, Michael. I'd rather hear it from you than find out through Sasha."Michael hesitated, his brown eyes locked on mine as if weighing his options. I held his gaze, determined to get the truth. If he wanted honesty between us, he needed to practice it too."Okay," he muttered, running his hand through his hair, clearly uncomfortable. "She's... a friend."A friend? Joanna's behavior toward Michael was far from friendly. It was passionate, intense—nothing like the casual interactions between Sasha and him. I took a deep breath and asked the question I had been avoiding but couldn't ignore any longer."An ex-girlfriend?"Michael's expression stiffened. He didn’t nod, but he didn’t shake his head either. Silence hung between us, thick and heavy. I knew the truth was coming, but it didn’t make the waiting any easier. If Michael wanted me to be honest with