Winter's Pup

Chapter Two

Riven

It had been a long, intensive day of training by myself, and lonely when Senna wasn’t talking to me. I had been back in my room since mid-afternoon, and though it was now dusk, I had been productive. The bath I had taken loosened up my muscles from the previous night with Kayn. My laundry had been washed, dried, folded, and put away. I was trying to enjoy my time reading a book that I had been wanting to read since I found it in the library, Red Queen.

A knock on my door interrupted me as I folded a page. At this hour, it would only be a summons from Kayn. I shut the page at the end of the chapter, having left whoever was knocking at the door waiting long enough. Mare had just fallen into the arena, and I didn’t want to close it without finishing the chapter. I climbed out of bed, the cocoon of pillows and blankets I had made left behind as I approached the door in my pajamas of shorts and an overly large t-shirt.

Opening the door just a crack, I could see it was one of the younger, new guards that Kayn called junior guards. I think his name was Stephan.

“He wants you in his office, Riven.” He was polite, giving me a simple message from Kayn.

I nodded slowly, understanding the implication. Whenever Kayn summoned me, I was to come without arguing or trying to run. Doing either of those things would make it worse for me. The clothes I was wearing now would be fine for meeting Kayn in his room, though I opted to go ahead and take off my shorts and panties now since the shirt I was wearing was long enough to be a dress.

I slipped them off quickly, leaving them in the entrance to my room as I stepped out and shut the door behind me. Stephan had left, and I knew I wouldn’t get an escort. I hadn’t gotten an escort since I stopped arguing with his summons. He knew I would come.

I wonder where he will bruise you this time. Senna commented, sounding smug. Thighs last night, maybe your hips and waist this time?

No matter where he puts his bruises, I will endure it like always Senna. Even if you won’t help me.

Why would I help you?

Because I am your human, Senna?

While we were arguing, I headed down the hallway towards Kayn’s office. I knew that Senna wanted to call me a w***e, everyone, including my own wolf hated me. Senna would forgive me once we found our mate, but I knew Kayn would never let me go without a fight. He enjoyed my company too much.

The path to his office is a path I had taken many times, so my feet carried me through the packhouse with ease. While others watched me walk through the hallways, I kept my head down. I didn’t want to cause a scene.

Even though I wasn’t looking, I could feel their eyes on me. They were watching me walk by, and I imagined their sneering faces. No one was going to help me. They expected obedience of me, just like Kayn did.

“Being summoned like this is what she is here for.” Someone whispered as I passed them.

“She is only allowed to remain in the pack because she is Kayn’s whore.”

“Her parents weren’t even from here, or at least that is what I read about them.”

The words hit me like whiplash. I didn’t know that someone knew that my parents were from the Ice Howler pack, and now someone is spreading it around as an excuse to whoring myself to Kayn. Little did they realize how true that was…

I knocked on the office door, but didn’t wait for him to answer as I opened it and slipped inside. The lock clicked shut behind me.

He doesn’t even look at me when I enter the room, his shirt open to reveal his bare skin and abs that at one point in time I would have drooled over. His desk was covered with maps and reports, images of those maps were going to be burned into my mind by the end of the night. He gestured for me to come over to him with one crook of his finger.

My feet carried me in front of him, and without him asking, I bent over the desk presenting my bare ass to him.

“I like this kind of surprise.” His voice was low as his fingers found my bare p***y. I closed my eyes as he roughly pulled my shirt up around my chest. My fingers rug into the desk as his hands explored my body.

The sound of a zipper filled the room, and I quickly bit my lip knowing that I would get absolutely no foreplay. He leaned over me, his teeth grazing my shoulder as his roughly shoved his d**k inside of me, and I flinched at the pain and the filled sensation I had.

If he noticed the flinch, he didn’t care.

As he started roughly thrusting in me, my lips parted in a soft moan as my mind began to count the moans that escaped and how many breathes I had.

One.

My body responded automatically, arching back to meet his thrusts as the pain and discomfort gave way to pleasure. Kayn’s movements got rougher, the growls that filled the office around me were unintelligible, sounding more like that of a wolf than the growl of a turned on man. I wouldn't have been surprised if his wolf was in control right now.

It felt like each thrust was a claim on my body, and by his growls, he liked the way my body was responding to him. Another moan escaped my lips as he picked up his pace.

Two.

My mind clouded as I continued my count. His grip on my hips got tighter, his fingers digging into my skin and by the warm trail going down my sides I could tell he drew blood from his roughness. That was nothing new. I knew my hips would be a mass of purple and black bruises. The pain jolted through me as he dug his fingers in more before pulling me back roughly against him.

Three. I counted mentally as another moan came from me.

One of his hands moved, snaking up my body to my breast under my shirt before pulling my semi limp body against him so he could growl against my neck as he bit my shoulder, leaving bite marks.

His grip on my breast hurt, and the sharp pinch and twist to my n****e had me seeing stars as I moaned loudly.

Four.

My vision clouded more, and I focused on the sounds of my own breathing and the sounds of wet slapping that filled the room. His growls grow more urgent with each rough thrust into my body.

“Your body is mine to use, my beautiful whore.” Kayn murmured against my neck as his thrusts grew more urgent, his growls turning into snarls. His voice was feral, not quite Kayn’s, but not his wolfs either. I had been f****d by his wolf before, so I knew what he sounded like.

In one final, powerful thrust that made the desk creak, Kayn reached his climax as I felt his c*m being shot inside of me. His body shuddering as he held onto me. His grip on my hip and breast didn’t get any less painful as he held my body against his, the trail of warmth going down my leg.

Five.

I didn’t even realize I moaned until I mentally counted it. Kayn dropped me back onto the desk as he pulled out of me with a wet pop sound. I shuddered slightly before pushing myself up off the desk once more. I gently pulled my shirt down to cover myself, mentally cataloging where I hurt so I could check my injuries.

Kayn didn’t usually speak to me, but he wasn’t wrong in what I was.

“You can go.” He said, dismissing me.

I shuffled toward the door, opening it and shutting it behind me. This is my walk of shame. I knew the bruises would be hidden this time since he had his grip on my hip and my breast this time. I couldn’t remember the last time I got pleasure out of our arrangement, or even climaxed myself.

The whispers started as I shuffled toward my room.

“She is bleeding.” Someone’s voice came to me and I paused to look at my right leg. I could see the blood seeping out from under the shirt. Oh well.

Senna? I reached out to my wolf, hearing nothing in return as I made my way back to my room.

Tears pricked my eyes, my wolf had abandoned me this time. I shut the door to my room and walked to my bathroom and pulled my shirt off completely. Looking in the mirror, I saw a broken woman. Tears were in her brown eyes, blurring her vision… my vision. The breast that Kayn had gripped was ugly and purple, and my n****e was bruised from how hard he had twisted it. My hips were a mass of bruises in the shape of fingerprints, and both of my hips had blood swelling up from nail punctures.

I reached for a wash cloth, dunking it into the sink with some hot water before gently cleaning up the blood from my hips and leg. Looking at my reflection, I whispered to myself.

“Sometimes I wish he would kiss me, or ask if I want to. But he doesn’t, because he knows I will never say no…”

The water in the sink turned pink and red with blood, draining it once I was finished. I pulled the shirt back on, and slipped on a loose pair of shorts before curling up in the bed that Kayn provides me. The plush blanket is soft against the skin, though I can feel some pain as the fabric presses into the fresh wounds on my hips.

I hope that tomorrow will be better, but that is like a princess wishing for her prince. It won’t happen. Fairytale endings don’t exist..