Escape my ruthless past.

Chapter Nineteen

*Brett's POV *

I agreed to take Poppy to the ball, not because I saw her as my fated mate, but simply because she wouldn't stop pestering me. Although I didn't anticipate finding my fated mate that night, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. It's not that Poppy wasn't attractive, she certainly was. She had been blessed by the gods with captivating beauty, but she wasn't Luna material, at least not in my eyes.

Throughout the night, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I wouldn't find my fated mate. As the thought lingered in my mind, Poppy asked me to dance. "Not my thing," I replied sternly. But she pleaded, saying it would be too embarrassing to be left alone on the dance floor. With a heavy sigh, I gave in, and we joined the crowd, swaying to the rhythm of the slow music.

Having Poppy in my arms was unnerving. I wanted to be anywhere but there. Though she was beautiful, and i dont mind falling around but she wasn't who I was meant to be with. I couldn't help but feel that we were wasting time, time that could be spent searching for our fated mates.

Before i knew it she had pulled me into a kiss and In the midst of an intimate moment, she leans in close and whispers those sweet words that never fail to ignite a spark of excitement, "Seen as you have been good, I will reward you tonight." My body instantly reacts to her promise, my heart racing and my manhood twitching at the thought of what is to come.

I pull her close, our bodies pressed together as I give her a wink and let out a playful growl. "Why wait?" I say, taking her hand and leading her towards the door. I can feel the anticipation building between us, the tension in the air thick with desire.

We make our way to a private study, just outside the hall. I close the door behind us, sealing us off from the rest of the world. I pin her up against the door, our bodies melting together as we indulge in a passionate kiss.

"Is this what you want?" I say, my voice low and seductive. I nip at her ear, causing her to moan with pleasure.

"Yes, yes, this is what I want," she replies, her voice trembling with anticipation.

"Beg me for it," I say, my tone demanding and confident. I want her to say the words, to beg for what she desires.

"Please, please, I've been good," she says with a cheeky grin. I can see the desire burning in her eyes, and I know that she is ready for me.

"Mmm, get on your knees and show me how much," I say, undoing my zip and pulling down my trousers and boxers. I offer myself to her, ready and willing to fulfil her desires.

She kneels down before me, taking my c**k into her mouth and sucking hard. I let out a moan of pleasure as she works her magic, my body tense with anticipation. I thrust hard, pushing myself deeper into her mouth, ready to release all the pent-up desire that has been building between us.

But I'm not ready to finish yet, I want more. I pull her up and hoist her red dress up, turning her around and bending her over the desk. I rip her pants off, revealing her bare ass to me. I take my hand and tease her sweet bud with my finger, causing her to moan with pleasure. I thrust my fingers into her core, moving in and out of her fast.

She begs for more, her breathing heavy with desire. "Yes, yes don't stop," she says, her voice quivering with pleasure. I continue to thrust into her, my fingers moving in and out of her with ease. I pull them out, her juices covering them. I run my fingers over her mouth, allowing her to taste herself.

In one motion, I drive myself into her, my manhood filling her up. I pull her hair in motion with my thrusts, our bodies moving together as one. "f**k Brett, harder," she says, moaning with pleasure. I oblige, pounding into her with all the strength I have.

She leaves claw marks all over the desk, her body trembling with pleasure. I thrust deep and deep, my body ready to release all the pent-up desire. I pull out, releasing my seed all over her back.

We collapse onto the desk, our bodies spent and satisfied. We lay there for a moment.

"I hope you enjoyed your reward," I say, my voice low and seductive.

"I certainly did," she replies, a smile on her face.

As we left the study, Poppy expressed her desire to return to the hall to see who had been crowned King and Queen. The human fascination with such titles and pomp never ceased to amaze me.

As we made our way back to the hall, I couldn't help but notice Miles exiting the disabled toilet in the company of two human girls from our year. I shook my head, feeling a mix of concern and exasperation. Miles had always struggled with forming genuine connections, often relying on superficial encounters instead.

Upon our return to the hall, we found Lyle with his arms wrapped around Rose, a sight that both surprised and intrigued me. "What's going on here then?" Miles nudged Lyle playfully, a smile playing on his lips.

Lyle looked at Rose, his eyes filled with a tenderness that was both foreign and captivating. "This ball has worked its magic, I'd say," he said with a soft laugh, something we had never heard from him before. "Rose is my fated. We didn't pick up on each other's scent before as she's not long turned 18. But I have been truly blessed; look at her."

My gaze followed Lyle's, and I saw Rose blushing, her eyes never leaving Lyle as she squeezed his hand. A strange feeling of longing washed over me as I watched the pair, their connection palpable and profound. It was a sight I had only read about in books, yet here it was, unfolding right before my eyes.

Poppy was practically squeezing the life out of my arm in anticipation, no doubt excited to be in the running for queen.

Finally, our principal took to the microphone and announced the moment we had all been waiting for. "Ladies and Gentlemen, the moment you have all been waiting for," he yelled into the mic, causing the crowd to erupt in cheers. "For the royal court, Kele Jones, Sapphire Rodriguez, and Melissa Pulson," he continued as the crowd ignited with cheers and whistles. "Jax Madden, Miles Madden and Lyle Davis," he said, sending the crowd into a frenzy.

But of course, the most exciting part of the announcement was when our principal said, "Now for the King and Queen, Poppy Taylor and Brett Madden." Poppy, who had been squeezing my arm, practically sprinted to the stage, pulling me along with her. I couldn't help but feel a little out of place, as Poppy basked in the attention and cheers of the crowd.

As we each received our crowns, Poppy was also given a huge bunch of roses - it's not usual for anyone to make speeches, but of course, she grabbed the mic and said, "It's an honor to be crowned queen, not unexpected, I appreciate you all." I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her acceptance speech, as it just seemed so typical of her.

I stifled a yawn as she droned on, but my thoughts were interrupted by our principal's voice. "Now, if the King and Queen would like to take the floor," he exclaimed. I let out a sigh, knowing full well what that meant.

As we made our way to the centre of the dance floor, I couldn't help but feel like a fish out of water. Sure, I was happy for Poppy, but I couldn't shake the feeling that this whole tradition was a little archaic. Still, I knew I had to play my part, so I plastered a smile on my face and took my place beside Poppy.