Chapter Four
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Ares POV
Crawl like a dog?
I gritted my teeth tightly as it was the only way to contain the anger swirling inside me. “You can't treat me like this, Ares.”
Ares poked a finger in his ears like he was bored. “You're wasting my time, Eira,” he said, his voice hard and held his phone up. “And honestly, this is not good for you.”
Is this what I have been reduced to?
My eyes watered as I dropped to my knees and started crawling towards him.
Ares eyes were filled with dark hunger. His hands reached out to tilt my face up when I reached his front. “Good girl…” his fingers trailed down… to my neck. Instead of the pleasure that I use to feel, I felt disgusted instead. “Now.. stand up.”
I obeyed and stood. Before I can blink, he yanked my jersey pants down and tapped his thighs for me to sit.
I have never felt that exposed and humiliated in my entire life. I sat in his thighs, the thick budge in his pants was pressing hard on my soft mounds. He used his legs to part my thighs wide apart. He breathed in my scent and heaved out in relief. His lips connected to my neck and he started sucking me in.
Oh.. my eyes narrowed in shock. In the past, he never sucked me like this. I guess he had learnt something from Aria.
A trail of tears slide down my cheeks as he shifted my panties to the side and used his fingers to part my folds. “Look at you,” he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. “You act like you hated it.. but you are already dripping.”
This bastard. Why is he acting like he doesn't know my p***y is always wet? Isn't that the reason why he couldn't get over me in the first place? “I hate you, Ares.”
“You can hate me all you want.. but your body loves and knows who it's belonged to. His other fingers gripped my clothed breast and he crushed it. “Oh f**k… your t**s are so heavy, Eira. I swear… I won't let you go. No matter what… you remain my mistress and you must not share this cunt with any other man.”
“You don't own me, Ares,” I choked out. “I won't be your little secret forever.”
“Yes.. you won't be my little secret forever,” he agreed. “Once I become king, I will officially make you my mistress. Your duties would be to please me in bed—nothing else.” He started rubbing around my clit and I hated the fact that my p***y kept dripping shamelessly. “Oh,” he moaned out. “You are so wet, baby.”
Before I could respond, a knock came on the door.
Ares stopped and called out, “Who is that?”
“The grand prince,” the voice responded.
“What?”
Ares fingers flew out of my p***y. He started panicking immediately. He pushed me up, and yanked my pants up. He grabbed a tissue, rolled out a chunk and wiped off my c*m that was all over his fingers. He stepped further from me and wondered what was happening. I have never seen him this worked up before and that only meant one thing—whosoever prince that was at the door must be very, very important.
“Come in…” He called out.
The door creaked opened and two men stepped in. Dressed in a matching dark fitted pants and shirts. Their scent of musk and forest filled my nostrils. Their auras were so intimidating… and when they looked up, it was the same dangerous eyes, same perfect jaw.
Oh.. it was them.
The devils in Armani.
The bisexual men from the previous night. The one who wanted to hurt me. The same men that I thought I had escaped from.
Oh.. f**k. This was not good at all.
My chest pounded as their gaze landed on me. My hands trembled so much that I had to clasped them together behind me. Kellan’s eyes raked me up like I was nothing. Lucien expression was unreadable but I could tell he had a lot of questions running through his mind. Their nose flared up as if they could perceive the smell of my arousal that was thick in the air.
Ares stepped forward and bowed. “Great princes, welcome to the BlueMoon Pack.”
No response; just their eyes fixed on me like I was puzzle that they were trying to solve.
Ares stepped beside me and whispered. “Don't be rude, Eira. Pay your respect to the Grand prince. This is prince Lucien from the Silvercrest pack —Aria brother and this is prince Kellan from the Moon Eclipse Pack—his best friend. They are ice hockey prodigies and just transferred to BlueMoon College.”
What?!
These men are the Prince heir to the two largest pack in the Southeast Province. Aria's brothers.
That explained why they were so determined to keep the secrets that they are actually lovers and not just best friends.
I parted my lips several times but no words came through. “Eira,” Ares whispered but the anger in his voice was unmistakable and it was only then that I found my voice.
“Good day, Great prince,” I said, my voice was actually steadier than expected. “Welcome to the Bluemoon pack.”
No response, instead Lucien turned towards Ares. “What is happening here?”
“Oh.. this is Eira… a student I was tutoring,” he lied smoothly.
A bitter laugh bubbled in my throat. A tutorial student? Really? Ares was so dumb and I was sure, if it wasn't the fault that his family owned the school, he'd have been expelled a long time ago.
Kellan lips lifted in a taunting smile. “Really.” He started walking around the room, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. Thick tension blanketed the room. “A tutorial student?” it was crystal clear he doesn't believe Ares’ bullshit.
“Yes, my prince.”
Then before he could say more, the shrill ringing of a phone shattered the moment. Lucien answered his call. “You don’t have to bother anymore, Kieran. We found her already.” His gaze didn’t waver from me — cold, knowing, and far too possessive.
My stomach dropped. Found her?
Oh goddess… I was the “her.”
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