Parched
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Zamiel's pov
Taking into consideration that I had no iota of care for her, I should've easily been able to turn the tables on her 'untouched' state.
She was an attractive red-head, that much could be seen. Even as her body was bruised and bloodied at the moment, one could still see her curves within the rags she put on.
So ordering someone to break through her hymen wouldn't be a big deal. But as vile as I could be, making another wolf take away the proof of her chastity would scar her for life.
"I could use my tools, break through it." Celia whispered as she inched closer to my thigh.
I observed how extra red her lips were painted.
"That's not the proper way to break her in. Her walls need to recognize the feel of semen."
"So what, you'll be the one to do it? Don't you remember the effects of doing so?"
I leaned back, letting her words hang in the air. Celia's voice was sweet, laced with temptation, but underneath was that persistent edge of cruelty she never fully buried.
And that was one of the reasons why I never officially made her Beta.
Her fingers grazed my thigh again, slower this time.
"I remember," I muttered.
The burn.
The bond.
The way a single act could tether two souls in the most inconvenient ways. I wasn't about to let a stranger, a human, become a thorn in my flesh.
Celia's smile faltered just slightly. She liked pushing, but she hated when her prodding didn't move me.
"She is valuable at this point," I added. "I don't want her harbouring more bruises than her body can take. I want her to be obedient."
"She won't yield unless you make her."
"I know. But she is no use to me if she is traumatized beyond recovery," I said.
Celia scoffed. "Since when did you care about mental recovery?"
"I don't."
She gave a soft laugh, "Then teach her control through fear. The right kind. The kind that doesn't ruin the body, just the will."
I rose from the couch, brushing her hand away.
"Till I get my heir from her Celia. We won't be intimate for the time being."
She sat up, alarmed.
"Zamiel....."
My orbs flickered a shine of golden. Unfortunately that fragile female, traded to me by her husband for compensation and mercy, was indeed recognized by my wolf as my mate.
So now, if there were marks, if there were bonds, and your mate took a step with another, you'd feel it.
A sting in your chest, a disturbance in your gut. The wolf always knew. But I didn't know how it worked with her.
She wasn't one of us. No scent trails, no heat cycles. Just that damned human fragility. And yet, she carried the one thing I needed, the ability to provide me with an heir.
Her hymen was still intact. It made things complicated. I was used to claiming what was mine without hesitation, without concern. But with her, the rules shifted.
If her mind receded, shut down, pushed back against me out of bond-trauma, her body would do the same.
It would rebel. And that meant no heir for me. Just a weak mate that I would eventually have to kill.
I turned to Celia, who now stood with her arms crossed, her jaw was tightly clenched.
"You're dismissing me," she said flatly.
"Yes."
Her eyes softened and she moved closer, hand on my shoulder.
"Maybe if we go to the mountains, seek council, then maybe....maybe I could bear your heir."
I chuckled.
"A child forged from black magic isn't what I want Celia."
She pulled back.
"Right, because you're already forged from the same material." I nodded, taking the syringe on the nearby table.
I sunk the needle into my veins, watching as the content of the syringe seeped into my blood vessels. It was wolfsbane.
And there was a reason I kept feeding my body with it, everyday.
"You'll self-destruct soon Zamiel, and that child might be your only chance at continuing your bloodline. But....this'll tie you to her, worse than it tied you to the first one."
"It is a price I am willing to pay."
"So.... you're going to mark her in the next five days? You're going to actually claim her?"
I turned to Celia.
"To achieve my goals, I'll do anything. Besides...", I placed the syringe on the table. "You know I don't believe in the mate bond nonsense, so it's not like she'll have control over me when I mark her."
She'll still be my slave, except to my wolf, we'll be bonded as mates.
It didn't really make much of a difference to me, bonded to her or not.
I was the king of wolves, and she? She was just compensation for late deliveries.
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I had dismissed Celia from my chambers and I was currently on my way to see her, Olyria. Her name on my tongue sounded foreign to me, but very warm to my wolf it seemed.
I had kept her locked up in her room after she had tried to out run me in the courtyard. It took everything in me not to punish her for it. I knew she still had the idea of escape somewhere in her mind.
But not to worry, I would flush it out as quickly as she pondered over it.
The scent of her desperation filled the room before her voice did.
"W-water....please, water."
I stepped in, the door clicking shut behind me. Her eyes were wild, her lips cracked, and her hands trembling where they barely clutched the edge of the bedding. She could barely lift her head, but still, she begged.
She had the gall to beg.
I'd forgotten to have water sent. The cooling gel I used to soothe her bruises always did that, it burned heat from the skin and left a thirst like fire in the throat. Her tongue likely felt like sandpaper. That was on me.
I glanced down at the leather jug fastened to my belt.
Her eyes followed.
"Please..." she whispered, reaching with shaky fingers.
I unhooked it slowly, feeling her stare trace every movement I made. I weighed it lazily in my palm, tilted my head, then met her gaze.
She looked at me like I was salvation.
Too soon.
I uncorked the jug and brought it to my lips. I let the water pour into my mouth. Her eyes widened. Her throat flexed as she swallowed nothing but dryness. I held it there for a while, swirling it in my mouth, savouring the cool liquid deliberately.
Her fingers clenched, and she looked like she could almost cry.
I smiled, and just when I tilted my head back to swallow the last drop, she moved.
Her mouth latched onto mine, wild and desperate. She latched like a starved creature, like a frenchie pup fighting for breath and taste. She drank from me, right from my mouth.
I froze.
Her lips moved against mine, drawing every last drop of water that hadn’t gone down yet.
I didn't move. I think in the semblance of that moment......I forgot how to move. I just stayed there, stunned, arms still at my sides, letting her take. Letting her drink.
And then she pulled back, her eyes still closed in satisfaction, like she hadn't realized what she had done.
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