Another mate?

Lesia Nika Shaw:

It's been one week since Maddox had turned me into his personal sex toy and it irked me how easily he commanded my body. Despite my immense hatred for him, I still found myself screaming his name like my life depended on it, with my back arched while he brought me serving after serving of orgasmic pleasure.

I remembered the first night he called me to his room. He had a dark gaze that made me worry as well as excited me. There was something about him that made me want to run as fast as I could, perhaps then I'd escape his seductive aura.

I felt disgusted at myself for giving in to his seduction, daring to get aroused against my will when he had me locked up for a week without food nor water. He had me chained by my ankle, the silver burning my skin. He treated me like a criminal when all I did wrong was turn out to be his mate.

He had made me pick one from the strange looking objects lined on the bed and I knew I had no choice but to obey. I didn't want to go back to that horribly stinky cell. I didn't want to pass another night with rats keeping me company.

I had picked the one that I felt to be less complicated and easy. Who would have known how wrong I had been?

He had strapped me to his bed, restraining me hands with handcuffs to the bed, despite my fights. He hovered above me, making me look away shyly with tears in my eyes. I couldn't bear the hungry look in his eyes as he took in my naked body.

"Maddox please." I begged as my heart raced even more when I saw him take off his chest, making me suck in a breath at the well toned muscles that outlined his chest. He had a few tattoos drawn on chest, some of which were writings and the rest, abstract drawings.

His unique hair was in tousled waves, the silver shining amidst the dimly lit room. I felt his fingers draw down my skin, making me squirm and whimper.

He had leaned down to inhale my scent, from my left leg which he had raised, up to my neck. He dropped my leg, fetching something from the pocket of his black sweatpants. It was a red silk material and he came up to my face, kissing my cheek before raising my head to toe it around my eyes.

I fought against the cuffs restraining me, wanting to break free. The fact that I was now blind folded, made my heart beat erratically.

I felt his hot breaths travel down my neck while he kissed my skin, nibbling on it. He reached the spot in the crook of my neck and ran his tongue of it, making me gasp.

I heard him chuckle against my skin before trailing his nose down to my buds. He flicked them and I screamed but nothing prepared me for when he lowered his lips onto my right breast, his teeth gently biting down on my nipple. He ran his tongue over my sensitive skin and gently began sucking on it, making me writhe underneath him.

The electrifying sensation had my body melting, chills running down my spine. He was very skilled with his mouth. He sucked on me, gently, his tongue slowly tracing the skin of my buds, making me moan despite how I tried not to. I could feel my arousal dripping down my legs and I felt ashamed of myself.

The new sensations felt oddly satisfying. When his hands began kneading my other breasts, I was stuck a panting mess. I had no idea one could feel so much pleasure from just the breast alone.

I felt his finger travel up my inner thighs, tickling me slightly as it skimmed my skin till it traced the fold of my vagina, making me gasp at the jolt of energy that had run through me.

I arched my body when I felt him increasingly rub my clit with such tenacity that had my knees buckling. His fingers caressed me, cupping my sex, dipping between my fold to move down to my entrance.

His mouth still remained latched on my breasts, alternating both mounds, making me cry out in pure bliss and mild discomfort when he inserted a finger inside me. He began stroking me, gently thrusting his finger in and out of me, twisting and curling around my walls, probing my innermost privacy.

I couldn't think any more, all I could do was moan frantically and writhe on the bed, scream out his name as his fingers did atrocious things to me while his lips began peppering my torso with kisses, nipping and sucking as he went.

I could feel a build up in my body, my lower stomach tightening as I felt my toes curl. He suddenly withdrew himself from me and there remained silence till I heard the vibrations coming from something.

What was that?

I had my breaths knocked out of my chest, instantly forgetting how to breathe when I felt vibrations against my clit. I cried on, hating that I was restrained as my body jerked at the intensity of the sudden object.

"Shh, relax, little wolf." He husked out, planting a kiss on my stomach.

I couldn't relax. I was sweating, panting, crying out. Whatever he was doing to me was too fucking good. He suddenly withdrew the object from my clit and my body fell on the bed but soon jerked back up again when I felt vibrations on my nipples.

"Maddox." I screamed.

"You like it?" He asked, obviously enjoying what he was doing to me.

He moved the object to my other nipple, making me jolt, sweat clung to me, slicking my hair onto my skin.

"Maddox please." I had screamed out, unable to comprehend the pleasure that was building up inside me.

He trailed the object down to my bellybutton, leaving me a panting and shaking mess, then brought the object back to my clit, making me scream out his name and jerk.

I could feel his gaze on me, never looking away. I felt the vibrations prob my entrance and nearly died when I felt the object ease into me, my wetness making it slide into my depths with less discomfort.

I never believed that it was possible to feel this way. He was twisting and gently moving the object deep within me, hanging my legs on his chest. I couldn't even say anything anymore. I was left to moan and pant at his mercy.

I clenched and unclenched my hands, screaming out his name as he made me see stars and writhe. My body was beginning to shake, feeling overwhelmed by the intense pleasure that was overloading my body, overriding it.

My lips parted, nothing coming out and my eyes rolled to the back of my head, my acsent to the clouds making me arch my body and draw in a gasp gasp.

"Cum for me." He husked while shoving the object deep into me, making it vibrate my depths.

I obeyed, feeling an explosion happen in my body, taking his name like a holy mantra as bliss washed over me, making my legs vibrate and quake.

"Fuck!" He rasped, enjoying the sight. His bulge pressed against my skin and I yelped.

I crashed onto the bed, feeling drained, claimed by sweat from the intense session we just had. He gently dropped my legs, leaning into my ear to say to me, "this was just a little tease… prepare yourself because soon it will be my dick making you scream like that and believe me when I say it will be more enjoyable."

That night, when he had released me, I picked up the shirt he had thrown at me since he had ripped my gown, worn it and ran out of his room. I had locked myself in the bathroom, letting the tears fall as I tried to wash myself clean, wishing to be able to scrub my brain and erase the memory he had etched onto it.

I shivered as I relieved the experience once again, shaking my head to repell the thoughts and quench the arousal that was beginning to build up inside me. He was turning me into his personal whore.

Every night since then, he'd call me into his room and use something else on me, torture me mindlessly, make me orgasm after orgasm till I was on the verge of passing out. He began more ruthless with his passion.

Three days ago he had ordered for my room to be changed to the one opposite his. He had also made me walk down the hallway to get him food naked. It was the most embarrassing thing that I had ever faced in my life because I could feel their eyes on me, mocking me.

Their snickers haunted my ears but I was going to endure it. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction he craved. The maids had made my life a living hell, making sure to rub it in my face how I was nothing but a feel-good pillow to him. He was never going to love me, I was only a means to satisfy his lost. That was very obvious.

It got worse as days passed and I dreaded going outside because the news had spread to the maidens of the pack and they made sure to torment me. They echoed to my hearing how I was going to be another one is his mistresses, which he'd dispose of when he was done with me.

Since yesterday, I had myself locked in my room. Their words haunting my sanity. I didn't want to see anyone and as the clock ticked and night drew nearer, my heart skipped a beat because I knew Maddox would soon summon me and it brought tears to my eyes.

"Do you think he'd ever love you?" A voice rang in my ear.

"You're just like the rest of them. He'd soon get tired of you." Another echoed.

"You think you're so pretty that the king would fall in love with you? He did the same thing to me." Rang another.

I clamped my ears shut, screaming in frustration. I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't exist to be used by others. I had opinions but I never got the chance to air them. I was always getting bullied. I didn't want that. I wanted to be free. I wanted to be on my own, existing in a place where no one would bully me.

I perked up, pausing my tears. That was it! I was going to leave this place because if things were to go on any further with Maddox, that beautiful monster would actually steal my innocence.

I knew there was going to be a pack meeting today and Maddox had asked me to wait in his room for his return, telling Fay to let me out after he had dismissed them, since he'd be back later.

Everyone in the palace would be at the grounds and I would have the chance to leave. My door had been locked but that wasn't going to be a problem. I had learnt how to pick locks back at home when I'd sneak out after getting locked up by Olene, to steal food.

I ran to the wardrobe, opening it to go through my mini duffle bag. I found an old pin stuck in the depth of a pocket and smiled.

I ran back to the door and after setting the bobby pin, began trying to pick the lock carefully. After minutes of praying for it to work, I heard a click and exhaled in relief. I poked my head out and surely, the hallway was empty.

I snuck out, quickly running down the hallway, flying down the stairs. I needed to utilize this time very well because I didn't know when the meeting would be concluded. I knew there was a path that led to the forest from the garden. I had figured it out one evening when I was let go stroll.

I was going to use it to escape. I ran down the living room, hiding beside the door when I saw a shadow walk past me. I waited for their chatter and footsteps to disappear before gently opening the door.

I peeked outside and sure enough, no one was stationed by the door. I saw some figures scattered around and using the night as a cover, ducked and snuck to the back of the palace where the gate to the garden stood.

It was a small white gate with white Picket fence surrounding the area. I gently raised my gown, carefully scaling the fence.

I looked around, feeling the coast was clear. I lowered myself to the ground and immediately broke into a run. I wanted to be free, I needed to be free. I never looked back, only running as fast as my leg could carry me. I needed to be far away from here before Maddox notices I'm gone.

I found the clustered trees, looking back to see the garden that I had left behind. The cold breeze blew my hair into my face but I didn't care. I only had on my mind to keep running.

I ran into the woods, running down any path I randomly selected. I had no idea where I was running to but I dashed down a path of trees, climbing through twisted branches that caught fabric of my clothes, ripping it.

I fell when my legs tripped on a branch that was lying low on the ground. I heard echoed howls and panicked raced through me. Had Maddox already realized I was gone and sent wolves after me?

I immediately stood up, running as fast as I could, glancing back at intervals. I saw a big black wolf leap through a branch, with rabid red eyes stuck on me and a gasp tore through my lips. Behind him were other scary looking wolves, each snarling and snapping their teeth at me. Those weren't ordinary wolves, those were eyes belonging to rogues. They were fucking rogues.

Goddess please help me! I found myself thinking to myself.

I ran faster, trying to call to my wolf to help me but then I knew she couldn't. Eudora wasn't strong enough to shift and she's been extremely quiet because she had no way of inputting to help.

"I'm so sorry, Lesia… but I don't know what to do." She squeaked, ashamed to call herself my wolf.

I took a turn down a path of trees, glancing back to find the wolves hot on my trail. I turned but not in time to see the pile of rocks. I managed to evade crashing into it but ended up tripping, falling down a slope. I crashed into a tree headfirst, feeling a sharp ringing set off in my ear.

Blood was trickling down my head and my breaths echoed as sharp pain shit through my body. I could feel my heavy eyes batting at the wolves that drew nearer, my eyes shutting rapidly.

As the darkness claimed me and my body grew limp, I had just one thought echoed in my head. I was going to die.

“Mate” my wolf whispered before I blacked out.