The Bloodmoon Claim

Chapter Fourteen

Maya’s POV:

I wake to the feeling of a hand brushing my face. My eyes flutter open. His face comes into focus.

Ulric.

The memories from the previous night rush through my head. Fenrir. The woods. The wolf attack.

Ulric.

Somehow, I feel free. I do not feel fear. I feel defiance and strength. Sitting here, in what seems to be his bed, I do not feel shame. I feel empowered.

I am his Luna. Fenrir made that clear to me.

“What happened last night? Why did that wolf attack you? Was it a member from your pack?” I ask.

“No. A mutt from the Silver Water Pack. Cole and Madam Sherry sent him,” Ulric says, disgust curling his words.

My body tenses. Even here, protected by a powerful Alpha, my past still comes for me. Cole wants me. My body. My soul. I shiver at the thought of him. My body does not forget his touch. The sound of his belt cutting into my flesh never leaves my memory.

I do not even realise I am shaking until Ulric holds my face.

“Maya, are you okay?”

His voice sounds far away. My breath trembles and comes in short, ragged bursts.

I am having a panic attack.

“Shhh, Maya. It’s okay.” Ulric wraps me tightly in his arms and pulls me against his chest. “Just breathe.”

His warmth calms me. Something about him always makes me feel better. Like some toxic drug I cannot get enough of.

We sit like that for what feels like several minutes. When I am finally calm, a sudden urge takes over. I don’t even know what to call it. I need Ulric.

I crawl out of his grip and climb onto his lap. I pin his arms against the headboard. My lips linger against his neck before I place soft kisses on his chest. Slowly, my mouth moves to his, and I kiss him, tenderly but with growing passion.

He kisses me back.

Then suddenly, he stops. He gently nudges me away.

“Maya, are you forgetting the rules?” he asks in his usual authoritarian tone.

“f**k your rules. I want you,” I plead breathlessly.

I lean in to kiss him again, but he grabs my shoulders, holding me in place on top of him.

“What did he do?” he demands.

Doesn’t he know?

“What do you mean?” I ask softly, unable to meet his eyes.

“Maya, don’t play dumb. What did he do? Did that bastard defile you?” he asks, fury creeping into his voice.

I go quiet. I don’t do well with anger. Fear fills me, and I freeze.

He notices immediately. His voice softens.

“Maya… sweet… please tell me. Did he hurt you?”

I sigh deeply.

“Yes. But not in the way you think,” I answer.

“What did he do, Maya?” Ulric asks, his voice turning dangerous again.

I sit there for a moment, deciding whether I should tell him or show him.

Showing him will be easier.

I slide off his lap onto the bed. Then I crawl to the edge and step onto the floor with my back facing him.

Slowly, I slide my nightdress off my shoulders and let it fall.

Blue and black bruises in the shape of belt welts cover my body. I cover my breasts with my arms as I slowly turn toward him, searching his face for a reaction.

His face stays controlled, but I see his fists clench, his knuckles turning white.

“Some of those welts will become permanent scars, Maya. There’s dried blood. They’re deep. We need Doctor Milton to look at you again,” he says as he moves to the edge of the bed.

He pulls my body closer. I am naked, standing between his legs. My arms tighten around my breasts as I struggle to cover myself. I am completely exposed to him now.

“Maya, don’t hide. You were Miss Confident just now,” Ulric says with a small smirk, trying to break the heavy mood.

I shift uncomfortably.

He is right. I wanted something.

So I swallow my fear and drop my hands to my sides.

Without letting myself think too much, I climb onto his lap, straddling him. The air between us is warm. My heat brushes against him. I lean forward and place my hands on his chest, trying to claim what I want, trying to take control.

Ulric grabs my wrists and flips us with one powerful movement. Suddenly, I am flat on my back with him on top of me.

I can feel his arousal pressing against my core. The only barrier between us now is his boxer shorts. His breathing grows heavier.

“No, sweet one. This is not how it goes. I will take you when I want you,” he says in a low voice, his lips brushing my ear before moving down to my neck.

“Claim me, Ulric… please,” I beg.

He places a kiss on my neck, then pulls back. His eyes lock onto mine.

“That is reserved for our wedding night, my little Luna. You must exercise patience.”

I feel like I am losing my mind as warmth begins pooling between my legs. I grow more desperate. And with that desperation comes boldness.

“f**k that, Alpha. I want you now.”

I grab his hands and move them toward my breasts, placing them there while maintaining eye contact.

A low growl escapes him.

“Again, you forget the rules. You must obey me. Disobedience will cost you,” he warns.

“I’m willing to take that chance,” I reply with a small smirk.

He flips me onto my stomach and begins rubbing my bare backside, carefully tracing over the swollen welts.

“I’m going to find him, Maya. And I am going to kill him,” he says matter-of-factly.

“Ulric… I mean… Alpha… can we please not talk about him right now?” I ask, looking over my shoulder to see what he is doing.

“In other circumstances, I would colour your ass red for your transgressions,” he says as he gently cups my cheek.

My stomach feels hollow. My nerves are shot. My thighs are wet on the inside. My breathing grows faster. I squeeze my eyes shut.

What the hell is happening to me?

Instead of the expected spanking, I feel his hand slide between my thighs. His thumb grazes over my c**t.

My back arches immediately.

"You're not in charge. I am." he says, his voice dangerously low.

A helpless whimper escapes me as I shift in his grip.

With one swift movement, I feel him push a finger inside me. A loud moan leaves my mouth.

“Not so confident now, are we?” he chuckles as he begins moving his hand slowly.

In and out.

He increases the pace. My breath disappears. My thoughts scatter. I cannot think. I cannot breathe. I cannot speak.

I can only moan.

Suddenly, he stops. I let out a desperate breath.

“Why are you stopping?” Desperation spills from my mouth along with my words.

"I want you to feel the consequences of your actions." He smirks.

I feel his hand slide out from between my thighs, leaving me a hot mess.

“There,” he says with a satisfied chuckle as he withdraws his hand. “That should keep you quiet for the day, sweet pea. Behave, and I'll make it all better tonight."

He gently rolls me onto my back.

Then he brings his fingers to his mouth and slowly licks them clean.

“It tastes like more,” he says with a wicked grin, his eyes closing as he savours the taste.

"You f*****g bastard." I say, breathless.

"That filthy mouth of yours is going to cause a lot of trouble..." he grabs my jaw, lifting my head. Our eyes lock.

"I don't care." I say defiantly. I pull myself off the bed, pick my night dress up from the floor and slide it over my head.

As I turn to say my final say to Ulric, he is already standing infront of me.

"Your training begins today. And good luck. Because you pissed off the trainer." He smirks.