CHAPTER 117: YOU BASTARD

~ODETTE’S POV~

He was pushing me back against the wall. He trapped me between both arms, cornering me in.

I hissed at him. I growled back. I was pissed.

However, with his close proximity, his scent flooded my senses, overpowering my mind. My body was betraying me. Despite how mad my mind was, my body was screaming for his touch. My core was aching for him.

I hate him and myself right now.

"Back Off." I growled low, showing my fangs.

"No, you stand down and submit." He growled back. His growl wasn’t aggressive, but possessive.

"Fuck you." I yelled slapping him, hard. I wanted it to sting. Sting like it did to me when he let that dog talk to me like that, knowing I can’t check that mutt, that I was in a bind. And then to let that freaking whore gaze on him like that.

I’ll carve her fucking eyes out. And then make her eat them.

"Keep talking to me like that and I’m going to throw you on that bed, tie you up and fuck you until you scream." I growled low, something primal deep stirred in me, a need to dominate to possess, to own her.

"Don’t you dare touch me, move." I snapped. I went to duck under his arm, but he grabbed me by my shoulders and slammed my back against the wall.

I tried to slap him again, but he grabbed both my wrist instead and pinned them over my head.

"You’re being a very bad girl, striking your alpha king." He growled, something primal stirred beneath the surface.

"Bite me." I snapped at him and hissed through my teeth.

"I will, and when I do, you’ll howl my name like you found a wolf." His words dripped with desire. His eyes flickering, like he was barely holding himself together.

He licked the side of my face before crashing his lips into mine. My body caved into him, wanting to pull more from him, but I quickly regained control over my primitive urges and bit his lip, hard. The taste of metal quickly flooding my mouth.

He pulled back and licking the blood off his lips. "Ouch that hurt."

He liked it, to him, this was a game.

"You bastard." I spitting his own blood at him.

And I don’t know if it made me mad, or excited. Maybe both?

I thrashed under his grip. But in truth, I wasn’t putting in as much effort as I could to get him off me. I wasn’t using my powers to subdue him.

"That was very bad of you. You shouldn’t have done that." His eyes narrowed and something in him snapped. Like everything he was holding at bay came flooding in.

He reacted instantly. He ripped me from the wall and threw me roughly on the bed. He leapt from his spot in the corner to the bed. When he landed, I shoved my feet upwards, slamming into his chest, but I didn’t have enough momentum in my kick to send him flying off me. Instead his weight forced my legs to open, and he slid between them perfectly, like the spot was made for him.

Heat rushed to my core and wetness began soaking me. My body was pulsing for him.

I was determined not to make it easy. I wasn’t going to let him have me tonight. Not after what he did.

I pushed him up, creating a little space between us, but he leaned up using his core, grabbed a corner of the sheet and ripped it. I used the space he gave to try and slide out, to escape from under him. His heat burning as fiercely as my own. I could feel him, hard between my legs, the length of him poking at the fabric hovering above my opening. His warmth breath grazing my ears.

I realized I was panting. My heart was pounding out of my chest.

I flashed my fangs as a warning, but he took the shredded piece of sheet and grabbed my hands and tied them together. I thrashed in his hold, fighting against his grip. But with his weight pressing down, even with all my strength I wouldn’t have been able to fight him off me. I didn’t have the leverage. But he did.

And as pissed as it made me, feeling so weak and powerless. It equally stirred something inside me, craving it. Wanting him to dominate me more.

I wasn’t going to let him win, no matter how much I wanted it, wanted him.

He leaned down close to me to whisper something in my ear and I took the chance to bite into the dip between his shoulder and neck. Blood flooded my mouth.

His blood.

And usually blood is disgusting, like it would be to any mortal. His was different. Metallic yes, but something minty too.

He hissed in my ear, his body tensing under my bite, suddenly relaxed.

"Well, if you bite me like that, guess it’s my turn." He whispered through gritted teeth.

The minute the words left his mouth, he leaned into my bite and sank his fangs into my neck.

I tensed.

Was he marking me?

His bite was deep, but not deep enough to be permanent.

I relaxed, only slightly when I realized he didn’t do that against my will.

The bite, at first it burned, but that quickly gave way to pleasure. His bite, it was like an aphrodisiac, setting my inside on fire. A burning only he could quench. I was being unraveled by a single bite. Is this what being marked would feel like? Would it hurt more or feel even better?

My emotions were swirling in my mind, clouding my judgement. And before I knew it, I was caving in.

He was winning. And I was losing. My body betrayed me, working against my own wishes. My hips rolling into him. Grinding on him. Egging him on. Daring him to do something.

His body was reacting intensely, his member practically bursting out of his pants. Pushing against the wet, warm fabric blocking his entry.

I moaned.

I was ready to lose now. I submitted.

And the moment I did, I felt the smile on his lips tickle my neck.

And he released me. Letting go of my wrists. He sat up and started walking away from me. My heart was pounding; I was breathless and aching for more. And he just leaves me, just like that?

"Seriously?" I asked, shocked and disappointed.

"Yes, that’s your punishment."