Run! The Lost Princess of the Black Wolves

Chapter 38 - A feather's dance

Chloe's breath came in rapid gasps, overwhelmed with desire, as Iron skillfully bound her wrists with the soft, silky ribbon. The intensity of the moment was coming to its peak as he locked his gaze with hers when he tightened the ribbon around her wrists, and for a second, a slight sense of hesitation cut through the fog of lust and desire. Was she really going to go through with this? Should she really lose her virginity under these circumstances?

"Why not?" Her wolf whispered in her mind.

"I don't know," Chloe quivered under Iron's hungry gaze, his eyes devouring her. She had to admit that he was insanely attractive, with his bad-boy smile playing on his lips. But she was not in love with him.

Her wolf let out a throaty chuckle, dismissing her concerns. "Fuc.k that," it growled playfully, its voice filled with wild abandon. "There's no turning back now," it purred seductively. "Just go with the flow.”

Feeling supported in her decision to surrender to the moment, she allowed him to pull her arms above her head. He firmly secured her bound hands with one hand while leaning in to plant a swift, electrifying lick with his tongue on the tip of her nose, the simple gesture sending an unexpected surge of arousal coursing through her veins. But she guessed anything he did was making her aroused at this point.

With their gazes intensely locked, he took hold of the feather and with deliberately slow movements, he let its delicate bristles caress her skin. Teasingly, he let it trail down to her breasts and to her nipp.les, each stroke sent shivers of anticipation rippling through her body, igniting her fire.

Lying before him, completely exposed and vulnerable, and her body bared to his gaze, she couldn't help but feel an intoxicating mix of vulnerability and excitement. She wore nothing but her lace panties, while he stood there, still dressed, only the top buttons of shirt undone. It all added to this thrilling sensation of engaging in something provocative and forbidden.

Iron continued his seductive game, skillfully guiding the feather along the contours of her belly, circling its way down to her panties. The feather's dance was so tender through the fabric, enough to make her moan and yearn for more, desperately craving his next touch.

Suddenly discarding the feather, he trailed a path of hot, wet kisses down her neck, lavishing attention on her breasts with both his hands and mouth, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

But then, abruptly, he positioned himself between her legs, lifting one of them onto his strong shoulder. He pressed his lips against the delicate skin of her ankle, planting tantalizing kisses that traveled down her lower leg, making her pant heavily with desire. As his hands caressed her thigh, his hungry gaze devoured her as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his perfectly sculpted chest and chiseled abs.

Chloe was all wet and aroused, her senses aflame, as he tugged at the hem of her panties. Yet, as that final barrier to complete nudity was on the verge of disappearing, a hint of sobriety washed over her… Was this really a good idea? She was torn between her burning desires, desperately wanting him to continue, and a flicker of doubt that whispered caution in her ear.

"I'm going to fuc.k you now," Iron's voice was low and seductive as he made his statement, beginning to pull down her panties, and Chloe found herself unable to object, his words making her melt in his hands.

But right then, all of a sudden, a loud and intrusive knock shattered the air, causing Iron to freeze in his tracks, hovering over her. Quietly, he placed his finger over his lips, urging her to remain silent. Their eyes locked, a moment of shared understanding passing between them - it was best to pretend they weren't there.

However, the disruptive sound of an even louder knock shattered the silence once again, accompanied by the jiggling of the door handle as someone attempted to force their way inside.

"Iron, I know you're in there!” Arnulf’s voice, tinged with annoyance, echoed through the door. “Open up! I don’t care what who.re you’re fuc.king tonight.”

Oh no! What was he doing there? A surge of panic washed over Chloe as her senses were abruptly yanked back to reality. She crumbled, desperately clutching the duvet, hastily covering herself in a desperate attempt to reclaim a semblance of modesty.

Giving her an apologetic glance, Iron raised from the bed and strode towards the door. Hiding under the duvet, Chloe swiftly untied the silk ribbon from her wrists while she observed Iron's broad, muscular frame with a mixture of admiration and disappointment. The overwhelming arousal she had experienced moments ago had been abruptly blown away, leaving her feeling disoriented and out of place.

With a resigned sigh, Iron opened the door, allowing Arnulf to storm into the room. "What the fuc.k, Iron? What..." Arnulf's voice trailed off as his gaze fell upon Chloe in the bed, his surprise momentarily rendering him speechless.

Damn it, Iron! Chloe glared at him, silently chastising him for failing to prevent Arnulf's intrusion. Did he intentionally want to showcase his conquest to his brother, or what?

"Or more likely, show him that you are taken now," her wolf sneered within her thoughts.

“Perhaps…” Chloe fimly pulled the duvet closer to her chest. “Whatever the case, it’s not cool.”

As Iron crossed his arms over his chest, he locked eyes with Arnulf, an unspoken challenge simmering between them. "We were a little busy here, Arnulf," he sneered, his voice dripping with irritation. "As you can see. What do you want?"

"Father wants to see you," Arnulf muttered, his voice laced with urgency. "Immediately..."

"What's the hurry?" Iron frowned, his tone laced with annoyance. "It can wait until tomorrow."

"No," Arnulf sneered, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "He said now..." He shot Chloe a discomforting grin, his lips curling into a sinister smile. "I can take care of this little coyote in the meantime."

“Get the fuc.k out,” Iron growled, his anger flaring. Seizing Arnulf by the throat, his bulging arm demonstrated his sheer strength. "If I ever catch you so much as looking at her in that way again, I'll cut your balls. Properly this time."

With a forceful jerk, he tossed Arnulf out through the door, his presence vanishing as quickly as it had intruded. Casting a reassuring glance at Chloe, Iron offered her a swift smile. "I'll be back soon. Don't you go anywhere."

As Iron left, the sound of him fumbling with the keys in the door echoed through the room. Damn it, did he just lock her inside? Chloe's frustration surged, erasing any remnants of her previous desire. She had no wish to remain confined there, waiting for him to come back. On the contrary! She was suddenly feeling exhausted, and all she yearned for was to retreat to her own room, away from prying eyes, and contemplate her next move.

Gathering her clothes, Chloe approached the door, grasping the doorknob in hopes of it not to be locked. But her suspicions were confirmed - Iron had indeed locked her in, and there was no way to open it without a key. "Just great," she muttered, her frustration growing with every passing moment. No, she certainly didn't want to linger in this room any longer.

“Maybe there’s another door?” her wolf suggested.

Yes, maybe. Chloe's eyes darted around the room, searching for an alternative. Two more doors caught her attention—one leading into a small bathroom, and the other opening into a walk-in closet filled with antiquated coats and furs.

Ready to give up, she was about to turn back toward Iron's room when something caught her eye. Concealed behind one of the fur coats, she spotted what appeared to be a crack in the painted wall. Pulling the coat aside, she discovered a hidden door. Giving it a gentle push, it creaked open, revealing her own room on the other side.

To her surprise, when she pivoted around, she realized the massive mirror on the wall had concealed the secret passage. How intriguing! She wondered why her mother had installed a secret passage between the rooms. Nevertheless, her attention was quickly drawn to a small key hidden behind the mirror, and she successfully used it to look the secret entrance.

Hurrying over to her main door, she secured it as well, ensuring her privacy. Finally, she sank onto her bed, her thoughts racing.

Okay... now what?

"Now, you go to bed and dream sweet, sweet dreams," her wolf chuckled mischievously. "I'm sure Iron provided you with plenty of material to work with."

Good advice, Chloe thought, and picked up the phone Iron had given her, sending him a text that she had gone to bed. She didn't want him to go searching for her in the middle of the night, when he found she had left his room...

Tenderly, she clutched her dress to her chest before carefully arranging it in the closet. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she bit her lip, contemplating the events of the day. Maybe she had gone a little overboard with Iron, but the mere thought of him in his unbuttoned white shirt, his well-defined abs resembling a sculpted washboard, made her sigh with a tinge of regret.

Yep, he was probably an asshole… But an incredibly sexy one.