Crimson Vows

15: My Wolf

Nikolai’s POV

I wake before the sky turns gray, the fire has died to embers.

Anya lies on my bed exactly where I left her.

The black silk ropes still hold her wrists to the posts but her ankles are free now.

She is naked.

The tiny Morozov wolf on the inside of her left thigh is angry red, swollen, perfect.

The skin around it shines.

Mine.

Her tears have dried on her cheeks, her dark hair spreads over my pillow while her chest rises and falls slow.

She sleeps from pure exhaustion.

I watch her for a long minute. Ownership looks beautiful on her.

I untie one wrist, my finger traces the brand.

The skin is still a bit hot, she flinches even in sleep.

A small sound leaves her throat.

My c**k hardens at once.

The mark I burned into her flesh does that to me.

I stand and fill a glass with ice water from the table.

I walk back and pour it slow over her face and breasts.

The cold water runs down her neck, between her breasts, over her stomach.

She gasps awake, her eyes flying open as panic fills them.

Then the pain from the brand hits her, she remembers as a broken whimper escapes from her lips.

“It hurts,” she whispers.

Her voice is small, broken and barely air.

Another round of fresh tears. So annoying.

The words shake as they leave her lips.

She bites her trembling lip to stop more sounds, but another weak whimper escapes anyway.

Her whole body feels on fire, raw, ruined.

I sit on the edge of the bed.

“From today you sleep in my room, you wear my collar and you carry my mark.”

“You eat when I feed you, you come when I say. Break any rule and the brand was only the beginning.”

My voice is calm and final, she nods once. Small but scared.

Breakfast arrives and I eat at the small table.

Eggs. Black coffee.

Her plate goes on the floor.

No fork. No spoon.

“Kneel. Eat.”

She hesitates.

Tears fall again but I wait.

I can wait all day but then…

She crawls from the bed and kneels, eats with shaking fingers.

Her tears drop into the food. I watch every bite, every swallow.

My little wolf learning her place.

After, I take her to my bathroom.

The floor is marble and the walls are glass.

I turn the water hot and steam fills the room.

I strip.

From my shirt to my trousers.

Everything.

My c**k is already hard so I pull her under the water with me but she trembles.

Not like I care, that trembling only fuels my desire.

I wash the brand myself, my hands gentle on the burn then rough everywhere else.

I turn her to face the glass wall as I press her naked body against it.

Her palms flat and her cheek on cold glass.

I spread her legs wide with my knee.

I grip her hips hard, my fingers will leave bruises for sure.

I line myself up.

She is still virgin, so tight.

Wet from fear and shame.

I push in.

One brutal thrust.

She screams so high and broken.

“No! It hurts! Please!”

“Please what? f**k you?”

Blood runs warm down her thighs, red mixing with water.

Her virginity is mine now. I finally claimed my prize.

I pull back and slam in again, deeper.

She cries loud, her sobs shake her body. Tears stream down her face with the water.

I do not stop. I take her hard, fast.

My hand fists her wet hair and I pull her head back.

Her back arches, I bite her shoulder hard enough to mark her.

She screams again as her walls clench around me.

Pain and unwanted pleasure fight inside her.

I can feel it. I feel everything.

I reach around.

My fingers find her c**t, I rub rough circles.

She tries to fight it but then loses.

Her body shakes as she comes hard around my c**k, crying and screaming.

I follow right after, I spill deep inside her, hot and possessive.

I stay buried as I lean over her back.

“Mine,” I say against her ear.

“Every drop of blood that runs from your broken virginity, every tear that falls from those pretty eyes, every scream that tears from your throat when I hurt you, when I take you, when I make you come against your will, all of it belongs to me.”

“Every sob, every shake, every wet inch of you is mine. Forever. You will never forget it. I will never let you.”

I pull out slowly, her blood and my release run down her legs.

Pink in the water. Perfect.

I dry her myself and choose her clothes.

Black lace panties, short silk dress. No bra.

The collar stays while the brand stays hidden under the dress. But I know it is there.

I clip a longer silver chain to the collar.

“You walk exactly two steps behind me today. Never closer. Never farther. The chain will remind you with every breath where your place is now.”

“Always behind me. Always mine. Always watching my back because your world begins and ends at my shadow.”

We leave the room and the guards in the hall look once.

They see the collar, see her red eyes, see the chain in my hand.

Message clear: she is mine. Untouchable.

Any man who forgets dies slow.

Evening comes not long after and there was a knock.

Lev comes in.

“Pakhan, the doctor is moved. New safe house secure.”

I nod.

He lowers his voice.

“Viktor’s men were spotted ten kilometers out. They might be coming tonight.”

I look at Anya.

She kneels by my chair, her head down.

The chain loose in my hand.

The tiny wolf burns on her thigh.

My name is carved into her body forever.

War is here.

Let them come.

I am always prepared.

I am Nikolai Morozov.