His To Claim

Fight

Sabrina had her head throbbing painfully when she woke up from her brief slumber. She sat up and massaged her temple to alleviate the pain but to no avail. And then the memories of last night rushed back, prompting fresh tears to invade her eyes.

Their moans and grunts had felt like a spear, stabbing and twisting her gut mercilessly. How could he be so cruel? She moped for ailw on her bad luck than quietly wiped her tears and slid off the makeshift bed. She straightened her gown and corrected her appearance before walking out of her chamber. The maids bowed down to her when she came out. Her eyes of their own accord started searching for him and they found him a few moments later. He was talking to one of his commanders. A wave of anger and pain burst inside her as she couldn't help but remember the last night.

Her gaze trailed down his face. Another heart break was awaiting her when she found a hickey right above his collarbone. Her heart had stopped beating for a moment due to the pain she felt in that moment.

She felt suffocated. Her wolf was restless. It needed to come out and breath. The agony was gut-wrenching.

She averted her gaze and turned towards the jungle with tears dripping down her eyes. No one caught her as she walked away from the camp and towards the jungle. Once she had secluded herself, the princess took off her clothespne by one and shifted into her silver wolf. Her fur was white like snow that complemented her deep blue eyes.

She gave her head a rigorous shake and started running through the forest in search of peace, away from his intoxicating scent. Smashing the twigs and leaves on her way, she continued to s***h through the woods.

After running for several minutes, she paused by stream to catch breath. The run had indeed helped her get some relief but that wasn't enough.

She decided to rest here for a while before returning to the camp. She sprawled on the ground and tilted her head up to soak in the warmth of sun. This place provided a much needed peace.

A few minutes passed by like this and she had started to feel sleepy.

"Lady Sabrina?" her ears perked up when she heard his voice. What was he doing here? She rose to her paws and turned around to find him standing a few steps away from him. He had a frown atop his brows. He looked annoyed and displeased.

Rage exploded through her veins when her eyes locked onto the hickey he was wearing. She let out a snarl and attacked him. Elizah, who didn't see it coming, couldn't retaliate. She tackled him to the ground and didn'twaste a moment in scratching the hickey with her claws. He let out a grunt as blood spilled down the wound she had given him but she didn't care. He deserved it. Thereafter, she opened her mouth to mark him. But before her canines could touch his shoulder, he grabbed her jaw and turned her face away. Elizah, using up his force, pushed her off him. Sabrina resisted but he was surprisingly too powerful. She stumbled back and Elizah climbed to his feet instantly.

She growled and lunged at him, aiming to bring him down. But this time, Elizah was prepared. He dodged her attack by stepping aside. This frustrated Sabrina. She tried again and this time he grabbed her throat before slamming her on the ground. He climbed over her and tightened his hold aroudnher neck. She shook her head vigorously to make him lose his hold but Elizah was an experienced warrior.

"Shift," he commanded the future Queen. Sabrina snarled at him in protest.

"I said shift," he growled menacingly. Her mate looked dangerous and dark.

Compelled by his powerful aura, she shifted under him. His hand was still curled around her delicate neck. If he wished, he could easily snap her neck like a twig. She was so fragile and breakable. The girl breathed heavily as she stared up into his eyes. Her blue sparkly eyes were stirring something inside him. Lust. He had never seen a pair of eyes this captivating.

Elizah clenched his jaw and couldn't stop his curious eyes from slipping down her neck.

His eyes widened a fraction when he realized she was all naked. His traitorous eyes zeroed in on her n*****s, prompting him to take a deep breath. Her appetizing pink beads were hard and erect. Tempting him to take them into his mouth and assault them as he wished. His fingers itched to touch those soft pink pearls. How would they feel under his touch.

Sabrina let out a soft sigh when he, intentionally, let his fingers brush along her waist. Her heartbeat sped up when she felt him growing against her thigh. Lord, have mercy! He felt hard as a rock. Her core throbbed in anticipation. Sabrina was tempted to push her hand inside his breaches and feel his hard c**k. But she shook away those thoughts and pushed at his chest. She still hadn't forgotten what he did last night. It disgusted her.

Elizah, on the other hand, was aroused. Impossibly aroused. His breathing deepened as his imagination started to run wild. He imagined f*****g her tiny cunt, making her scream his name over and over again. She would beg him to stop but he wouldn't. He wouldn't until she run out of tears of pleasure and her throat turned sour due to all the screaming. He wouldn't until she passed out.

He would have her cute pouty lips wrapped around his c**k as he would pound into her mouth without holding back. He would have.....his thought broke when she shouted at him.