05|Arousal.

Davina’s POV

The Lycan King is my mate.

I felt my heartbeat racing with each passing second, I tried to control my breathing and appear as small as possible away from him but when he leaned closer, I felt an intense spark from his touch alone, and a foreign sensation pulled between my legs, invoking a moan from within me.

I held my breath and replayed his earlier words in my head. “No one can know you’re my mate” I swallowed and my heart tightened in pain.  Why didn't reject me instead? Even if he didn't necessarily reject me, I could still feel the slight pain of rejection coursing through me.

He didn't seem like he wanted me and he could have left me at the auction house if he didn't want anyone to know I was his mate so why did he buy me.

My stomach dropped as a thought flashed through my mind. I closed my legs tighter and raised up my head slightly towards his direction but quickly looked down when I felt his eyes on me.

He had remained silent during the rest of the journey. He hadn’t uttered a word since we left the auction house. I could feel his penetrating gaze fixed on me, hear the rhythmic tapping of his fingers against the seat, the soft clinking of the glass as he refilled it, and the barely audible sound of his steady breathing.

I shivered when I thought about the reputation of the very man that sat beside me. The younger son of the previous Lycan king who had succeeded the throne after his death.  

Hades Carrington, the king that was rumored to be cold, ruthless and unforgiving.

“Are you a virgin?” He suddenly asked and I flinched from the coldness of his voice, there wasn't an ounce of emotion in the way he spoke.

I gripped the hem of my dress tight, not knowing what to say. I could lie and say I wasn't but I don't dare.

“Yes, king”.

There was a moment of another antagonizing silence before he spoke up again.

“So you haven't been touched by a man before?” I shook my head and he chuckled– but not the happy kind, rather the one filled with dry amusement. 

“Never been kissed by a man?” He asked again and I could hear him take another swing of his whiskey. 

He sounded a bit drunk, and I shook my head once more. He hummed in response, putting the glass that was in his hand down.

I strengthened up a little, expecting another question from him but before I could understand what was happening, I was pulled forward, finding myself perched on his lap, straddling him. His hands slid firmly to my waist, fingers gripping just enough to keep me in place.

I froze, my eyes widening in shock. I could feel his hot breath on my face, he was close– so close, his gaze alone made it hard to breathe.

Another sudden wave of warmth flowed through me, igniting a stirring sensation deep in my belly and I gasped at the sensation. His grip on my waist became tighter and he groaned, pulling me closer.

“I can smell your arousal, little slave” He breathed out, his voice deep and harsh.

 “I- I” I tried to form coherent words and get up from his lap but his hands had kept me in place, refusing to let go.

“I, what? Do you want me inside you, little slave? Want me to touch you– to kiss you? ” He teased, leaning much closer. If he moved any closer, I knew his lips would meet mine. I swallowed and my eyes widened in fear as I tried to get off him but it was difficult, he was stronger than me.

“Sit still, goddammit” He groaned in frustration, his voice dangerously low this time around and I instantly stopped moving when I felt something hard between my legs.

My face heats up and I look down, using my hands to hold his shoulders without realizing.  I was shaking and I felt his fingers dig into my skin harder.

“Look at me” He commanded, grabbing my chin with his one hand. I raised my head but all I could see was white, I couldn't see him, couldn't see what he looked like,  I wanted to look back down but he gripped my chin harder, forcing my head back up.

“If I tell you to do something then you do it, understand slave?” 

I nodded my head and his hand tightened, making me hiss in pain.

“Use your words”.

“Yes, k..king” I tensed up and for a while he didn't say anything– only watching as I sat there on his lap.

“Tsk” He carried me up from his lap, placing me on the seat like I weighed nothing. I moved to the door, away from him. My heart pounded against my chest and I closed my eyes, trying to stay calm.

I didn't know how much time had passed but he hadn't paid attention to me or even said a word ever since. Hours seemed to have passed and the car finally stopped moving.

“King” The car door opened and I heard a voice that I recognized at the door. It was Draven, the man from earlier. Hades walked out of the car but I still sat there, not knowing what I should do.

“You don't need me to carry you out, do you?” His tone was lazy and I realized he had been waiting for me.

I quickly tried to get out, bumping my hand at the table, inciting a pained whimper from me. I bit my bottom lips, feeling his cold gaze on me.

“Here, take my hand, let me help you” Draven said and I hesitantly held out my hand. He took my hand in his and helped me out of the car.

Draven lets go of my hand but I didn't dare raise my head up as I felt Hades' gaze on me get colder this time around.

“Emmanuel” Hades called out and someone answered, I looked in the direction of the voice as Hades gave him orders.

“Yes King” The man, Emmanuel answered and I had noticed Hades and Draven had left. 

“Come with me”, Emmanuel said as he started to walk. I tried to match his fast pace but I stumbled, falling on the ground. I could hear him mutter useless under his breath while he waited for me to get up.

He walked slower this time and as we walked through the door, I could hear sounds of whispers around me.

“Stella, Marie. Come with me” Emmanuel called out and I could hear two girls muttering under their breath.

“Who is the blind ghost?” One of them asked while the other laughed.

“Did the Lycan King taste change?” They whispered among themselves and I couldn't stop myself from shaking.

What did they mean?

“Don’t ask unnecessary questions” Emmanuel said and as the door cracked open, I hesitantly walked into the room.

I didn't know what was happening, I was confused as I stood there in fear. I wanted to ask but I knew I didn't have the right to, I had been sold as a slave.

“Get her cleaned up” Emmanuel ordered and I held the hem of my dress tighter. “Make sure she is probably dressed too and give her suppressant, she must not get pregnant since she will be spending the night with the Lycan king”.