PENELOPE'S POV
I want to hate him. I tried to.
But I'm soaking wet. My body pulses around him, even before he enters me. When he did, it's brutal like the first time. I'm still so tight, and his thrust makes me sore. He was not gentle. He thrusts hard again and I cry out, both because of pleasure and pain. Maybe a little bit of shame as well.
He drove into me like he owned me, because 'he does'. My body responded, tightened, wrapped around him like it knows no one else because in reality, it doesn't. My breath breaks into moans I can't hold back.
My soul burned. My body ignited. My wolf was damn pleased.
He attacked my lips again, and sucked on it like he's enjoying a meal. Is he making love to me? Or he's just fucking me? No matter what it is, I will enjoy this moment and worry later.
"You're mine to use and control you as it pleases me, Penelope. My mate. The mother of my pups. My little wolf." His eye glows but shuts back to his normal Iris. Then his thrusts grow harder, and I break beneath him. My body and soul collide in a climax that leaves me shaking fervently.
I should feel fury. Regret. Revulsion.
But all I feel is the bond. It Throbs, feeling so alive. And I have a feeling that it's dangerous.
My body was still trembling when he pulled out, leaving me raw, open, and burning.
My wrists were chafed where the metal had rubbed, but I barely noticed. My skin was slick with sweat, my pulse still thundering. The silence between us was thick and strange. I felt… broken.
Not because I was in pain. Not even because he had taken me and said those words about being his to control. But because I had let him. I had wanted it.
Alpha Klaus rose silently. For a moment, I thought he was leaving. But instead, he pulled something from the drawer. It became visible as he lifted it. Black leather gloves. For what? Then a stone, looking alive and glowing crimson.
I went rigid.
"What are you doing?" I whispered.
He doesn't answer. He steps closer and I shrink back on instinct. What is he going to do? He hasn't even released the chain cuffs from my hands yet.
"Don't," I panicked as he brought it closer to me, his eyes boring into mine. I had a feeling that whatever he wanted to do wasn't something I would be pleased with..
"You don't tell me what to do, Little wolf. Don't forget that you have no say." He reminded me. I thought we were actually getting somewhere.
I felt disappointed and angry at the fact that he keeps reminding me that I'm nothing, If he didn't care at all what I think or how I feel, why did he kiss me so sensually when he didn't do that during our first time together?
Even though it is our second sex, tonight was the first night he kissed me on the lips.
I gave up on baring my fears and opinions. It was a waste of strength. "Okay" I simply muttered, then he pressed the crimson stone against my bare stomach, right where our pups grow.
I let out a scream as an unfamiliar feeling takes charge of my body..
It's not exactly pain. It's pulling me, like something inside me is being ripped open and sewn shut all at once. I scream again, and this time around, my fangs pops out and eyes burn. Alpha Klaus watches me like a movie and smirks.
"Good girl,"
My wolf snarls in fury. Then whimpers.
The magic finally settles in. I feel it snap in place like a cord. Then I also feel a stronger bond than before. Twisting through my chest, and anchoring me to him.
I could feel his breath in my lungs.
I could feel his heartbeat inside mine.
"Oh goddess," I gasped, eyes wide. "What did you do?"
He tilted his head slightly upward like he's going to pose for the camera, then leans down, his lips brushing my ear.
"I bound you to me." My heart pounded harder, his does too. I feel it all. I'm doomed.
He closed his eyes and his jaw clenched. Why would he do this? His hand went to my wild long dyed black hair to stroke it backward.
"Try running again," he murmured, his face slightly above mine. He scared me; everything about him did. "You won't get far. Not without agony ripping through your spine." I stared at him, feeling horrified. "But worse than the pain, Penelope…" he whispered, "you'll feel everything I feel. Every want. Every rage. Every hunger."
"No," I breathed. My throat tightened. "You can't…"
"I have to!" he suddenly snapped, fiercely, releasing me with a jerk that had me losing balance. "You will get your freedom back after you birth my pups. But for now, you are with me, whether I'm within proximity or far away." The tears rose in my eyes before I could stop them. I twisted against the chains, but it was useless.
I could feel his slight guilt now. The deep lust he had for me. His unbearable possessiveness.
And beneath it all… a terrible kind of ache. He was drowning in it. And now so was I.
Klaus brushed his fingers down my collarbone, and I shuddered. Then he unlocked the chain cuff he had used to bind my wrists together.
I rubbed my wrists together to relieve the ache the tightness of it had caused as they split free. "I can feel and know your thoughts; there is a limit to mine that you can feel." He informed me.
That sounded like cheating. But of course, I didn't want to feel the baggage he carried around. His evil deeds must haunt him regularly.
I didn't want to share in that. "What do you want from me exactly?" My voice was timid and tired as I asked.
He hunched again and said, "I told you," his voice rough, gaze locked on mine. "You're my breeder." He patted me on the head like someone would to his cat, then walked out without another word. And I lay there… sweaty, sore, chained, marked, and tethered.
Tears slid down my cheeks. I didn't even have my privacy anymore. If I was making any plans or having some feelings I wanted to keep to myself, he would feel them all. How could he be okay with that? Of course, his pups.
Why did he care about these babies so badly? Why did he choose me to birth his babies? He was mistaken if he thought I possessed some kind of special trait.
He had been lied to. A powerful heir like him deserved better, not me. I was starting to accept my fate. I really was.
Not until a sound, repetitive knock on my door woke me up the next morning. I had no idea what was about to happen today.
Nothing could have prepared me for it.