Destined To Be Theirs

Episode 8

Adija's Pov

"You are even more beautiful than I imagined," I heard the low, husky voice of Lycan Remus say as his hands slowly slid up my thighs, teasing me with each touch. I could tell he was enjoying the feel of my skin, and my core heated up—not just from the compliment, but from something else entirely. Then, in one swift, powerful motion, he ripped my dress, and I gasped, realizing what he had just done. How could I possibly walk back to the castle naked? That would be nothing short of a death sentence.

"I can’t walk around with torn clothes..." I managed to protest.

"That is a problem for later," he said dismissively, clearly unconcerned. My bottom was now fully exposed to his hungry gaze, sending both excitement and embarrassment through me. He placed his hand on my bare skin, gently squeezing as if savoring the feel of it.

"Looking this beautiful, it's hard not to lose control," he murmured, and then I felt his fingers brush against my most sensitive area. I gasped in shock. No one had ever touched me there before, and this was undeniably the first time. He seemed to sense the effect his actions had on me, because the next thing he did almost sent me spiraling into ecstasy. His fingers grazed my wet, burning folds, and he growled, "You are already so wet for me?"

One of his fingers pressed firmly against my sensitive spot, and I gasped again. It felt unbelievably good—better than I had ever imagined. A strange, unfamiliar sound escaped my lips, something I had never thought I was capable of making.

I gasped again, stifling my moan as Remus slid a finger deep into my slick heat. His thumb pressed against my c**t, rubbing slow, torturous circles that sent different kinds of pleasure through me. With each gentle thrust of his finger, I felt myself getting closer to the edge. I bit down on my lower lip, determined not to let any sounds escape, not wanting to show him how much I was enjoying this. But that only seemed to provoke him.

Suddenly, he landed a sharp slap on my bottom, the sting making me gasp.

"I want to hear you moan. Don’t you dare hold back again," he growled.

How did he know I was holding back? Before I could respond, he pressed his fingers deeper, hitting a spot that made me see stars. This time, I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips, and the sound seemed to please him. He rewarded me by applying more pressure to my c**t, the perfect amount that drove me wild without causing pain. I could feel something building inside me, a pressure that begged for release.

Then he added another finger, stretching me, the slight discomfort mixed with pleasure making me gasp. My walls tightened around his fingers as he moved them in and out, each stroke sending me closer to the edge. I was desperate for release, my body trembling with need.

"Please…" I panted breathlessly, my voice barely a whisper. "Please… don’t stop." I no longer cared about dignity or restraint.

"Call my name, Adija," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Tell me how good it feels, and I will let you come."

I bit down on my lip again, trembling under his touch, and whispered his name.

"Lycan Remus..." I breathed, but he didn’t seem satisfied with the title. Another sharp slap landed on my bottom, the sting making me jolt as I gasped. His growl followed, low and demanding.

"My name, Adija…" The way he said my name, how it rolled off his tongue, was the most sensual thing I had ever heard.

"Remus..." I finally moaned his name, my voice breathless, desperate. His fingers increased their pressure, teasing the edge of pain, but not enough to push me away. "Please, don’t stop, Remus..." I begged, my moans escaping uncontrollably as he quickened his pace.

"Tell me how much you want to come, and I will make it happen."

"Please, just..." I whimpered as his pace intensified. "Please, make me come..." I wasn't fully sure what that meant, only what I had overheard from friends back home, but I could feel myself getting closer to something. The pressure inside me built with every thrust of his fingers, his touch perfectly calculated to drive me mad. My vision blurred, toes curled, and my nails clawed into the table, leaving deep marks in the wood. Moans slipped from my lips louder than I intended, and within seconds, I was undone. My body shook as I climaxed, soaking his fingers with my release.

Breathless and trembling, I lay there trying to process what had just happened. What I had just done. Part of me felt disgusted with myself, yet I couldn't regret it. He had awakened something inside me—something raw and untamed that I never imagined I would feel.

Before I could catch my breath, Remus lifted me from the table, spinning me around so I was face-to-face with him. His intense stare locked onto mine, and my chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths. Shame heated my cheeks, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I had just allowed him to explore every inch of me, so shamelessly, so willingly.

He held my gaze, raising his fingers—still slick with my juices—to his lips. I bit down on my lower lip, watching as he licked them clean. The simple gesture awakened a fresh new kind of desire inside me.

"And now…" His voice was filled with lust, eyes filled with hunger that can never be satisfied. "I get to be the one to taste you first." His words made me gulp, the sensual tone sending shivers down my spine. I could see it in his eyes—he wanted to ravish me right there and then.

Just when I thought he was done with me, he immediately grabbed me by the waist, lifting me without a second of hesitation, and set me down on the edge of the table. He patted my legs, forcing them apart, stepping between them as his hands slid under my thighs, pulling me closer. In one swift move, he wrapped my legs around his waist, and my s*x pressed up against his hard length. The only barrier between us was the fabric of his clothing, but I could feel every inch of him straining against it.

Without giving me a chance to process, he crushed his lips to mine, the kiss wild and hungry. I didn’t even realize I was kissing him back just as fiercely, consumed by the heat of the moment. All the while, my mind raced, wondering how his member could feel so large through the fabric, and what it would be like to have him inside me, sliding in and out, making me lose control. His lips were relentless, his tongue battling mine for dominance, reminding me of the same intensity Alpha Zarek had kissed me with.

My body was on fire, desires building inside me as his hardness rubbed against my core. Just when I thought we would lose ourselves completely, the sound of something crashing to the floor startled us both, breaking the kiss.

We turned toward the noise, and standing at the entrance of the small house was a maid, her eyes wide with shock. But this wasn’t just any servant—I recognized her instantly. She was Mistress Veronica’s personal maid, the one always glued to her side.

At that moment I couldn't help but panic. I knew she would run straight to Veronica, and from there, it wouldn’t take long before Veronica told Alpha Zarek. My heart raced, fear taking over me. What would happen to me? Was this the moment everything fell apart? Would this be how I met my end?