Chapter 90: Chapter 90: Yield
RAMON’S POV
I tried to pull away whilst my mouth danced across hers, but I just couldn’t. Her lips were soft and warm, tasting like fresh rain and something sweeter that made my head spin. Every time I told myself that I could control my desire around her, I ended up fumbling real bad.
The mate bond pulled at me like invisible chains, tightening with every second I spent close to her. My hands gripped her waist, fingers digging into the thin fabric of her night dress, feeling the heat of her skin underneath.
What I couldn’t do, she did to my surprise. I felt her lips stop reciprocating, and opened my eyes. The room was dimly lit by moonlight filtering through the window, casting silver shadows across her face. Her eyes were wide, filled with a mix of fear and exhaustion.
"What is it?" I asked, my voice rough, breath still coming fast.
She shook her head and swerved to the side, stepping back until her back hit the wall. "No, please," she said. Her voice was small, trembling.
"What?"
"You always do this, and then punish me after. If you want to punish me, just do it. Please, not again."
I could see the pain and fear in her eyes. I had really broken her. The bond I would usually bank on to get her to surrender to me was shaky. She was beginning to gain the control I was fast losing. But I needed to do something about it. I couldn’t just let her think she had a say in any area that involved the both of us.
Taking purposeful steps forward, I closed the gap between us and took her lips again. This time, the kiss was harder, more demanding. She began to fight me off, her small hands pushing against my chest, nails digging into my shirt.
"Behave!" I growled against her mouth, the sound low and vibrating through us both.
Using the little distraction, she pulled away and dashed past me. Her bare feet slapped against the wooden floor as she moved, the night dress swirling around her legs. "Just stop it! You don’t like me. Nothing I do is enough for you. I irritate you. I’m not half the kind of woman you want. I really do understand that this bond thing is something neither of us can control, but I’m tired. It hurts all over. Physically and emotionally. I’m tired of wanting someone who sees me as nothing but a revenge tool. Stop using me, and just kill me so I can go meet my mother and finally find peace!"
She dropped to the ground and burst into tears. Her shoulders shook violently as sobs tore from her throat, raw and heartbreaking. The sound filled the small house, echoing off the walls. Her yellow dress pooled around her like spilled sunlight, and her hair fell messily over her face, hiding her tears.
My eyes widened slightly as I stared at her body, weeping profusely. She had been responsive. When I initially kissed her, I could feel her respond to me. This sudden reaction was a very big surprise. I really did not expect her to act this way. Had I gone too far? The thought flickered through my mind, but I pushed it away quickly.
I racked my brain trying to think of the point where she just gave up. It couldn’t be when I condemned her to the traitors’ post, because I kissed and even loved on her breasts after. Was it because of the lashings I ordered that she received? Maybe this was her just being manipulative again. She knew to weaponize her tears to make herself appear as a victim. Her friend had been right all along. She was a damn good actress.
Unfortunately for her, I wasn’t going to buy any of her acts. I couldn’t even believe I almost fell for her tricks.
Walking up to her, I pulled her from the ground up and steadied her on her feet by firmly gripping her shoulders. Her body rattled from the tears she spewed as she lowered her gaze so as not to face me. Her skin felt warm and damp under my hands, trembling slightly.
"You’re not going to fool me with your crocodile tears. Do you understand me?" I shook her vigorously. Her head bobbed with the movement, but she kept crying.
She hiccupped and shuddered as her tears doubled, soaking the front of her night dress.
"I haven’t even really hurt you, yet you’re crying. Can you tell me why you’re crying? Is this just your way of seeking sympathy? Tell me!" I shook her again, my grip tightening.
"Just kill me. I’m tired," she repeated over and over again, amidst tears. Her voice was broken, hoarse from crying.
"That’s what you want, yeah?" My fingers shifted into claws that dug into her skin. The sharp tips pressed against her shoulders, drawing tiny pinpricks of blood.
She winced in pain and kept crying, the sound growing softer but no less heartbreaking.
"You really want to die? Do you think I’m stupid to let you escape that easily? That is exactly what death is for you. An easy escape. But it’s not going to happen. You’re going to remain in my pack and do whatever I ask you to do. Do you understand me?!"
She didn’t respond but just kept on crying. Her body sagged in my hold, like all the fight had drained out of her.
My claws dug deeper into her skin, and she began to whimper. The sound was soft, pained, cutting through the quiet room.
"Do you hear me?!" I howled, my voice echoing off the walls.
"Just kill me. I’m tired. Kill me!"
I lifted my hand to strike her face, but a force held it in place. I just couldn’t bring it down. Instead, I brought my lips on hers again. Kissing her fiercely, I didn’t let go even as she struggled against me. Her hands pushed weakly at my chest, but I held her closer, one arm wrapping around her waist.
I kissed her until finally, her lips parted. My tongue pushed in search of hers. When I found it, I began to suck on it. The taste of her tears mixed with the sweetness of her mouth, making the kiss messier, more desperate. Her muddled body slowly began to crack. I sucked harder, and she grew more responsive. Her hands stopped pushing and started clutching at my shirt instead.
I had to have her. She had to be under my control again. She was breaking away. Gaining the kind of strength I didn’t need her to have. Not now, and definitely not in the future.
My lips left hers and attacked her neck. She tilted it to the side, giving me a perfect angle to properly suck on it. My teeth grazed her skin, followed by my tongue tracing every vein. I felt her shudder in my arms, a small moan escaping her lips.
"Yes," I whispered, my hot breath caressing the nape of her neck. "Surrender to me."
I brought out my tongue and massaged it around her neck, slow and deliberate. Her skin tasted salty from tears and sweet from her natural scent.
"I want you to surrender to me," I whispered, crawling up to her ears. My breath ghosted over the sensitive shell, making her shiver.
Shoving my tongue into her ear, I sucked with a little bit of pressure. The wet sound filled the quiet space. She clung on to me, whimpering breathlessly. It wasn’t one of pain this time around. It was of pleasure. Her body arched into mine, soft and yielding.
As I caressed her ear with my tongue, my hand found the middle of her chest. Thankfully, she was putting on a night gown that could be easily discarded. I was going overboard with it, but she wasn’t the only one who was experiencing a reverse situation. Whilst she was gaining control, I was losing mine.
In a bid to put her in her place, her scent had invaded my nose. She had one so peculiar that turned oxygen breathed into fermented wine. It lowered one’s inhibitions and turned them into a desperate dog. I was in that position right now. All I could think of was her. My every breath came out with a need to claim her and to make her mine.
My hands connected with her breasts, and through the soft night fabric, I began to massage them. They were full and soft, fitting perfectly in my palms. She hissed through her teeth and gently called out my name, the sound breathy and needy.
"That’s more like it," I said directly in her ears. "Surrender to me."
I pushed her against the wall, and pulled my tongue out of her ears. Positioning my face so I could stare at her, I lifted her chin, and our eyes met. Her pupils were blown wide, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from my kisses.
As we stared into each other’s souls, my other hand gently massaged her breasts. My thumb circled her nipple through the fabric, feeling it harden under my touch.
"How does that feel?" I asked, rubbing her nipples in circles. The motion was slow, teasing, drawing out every reaction from her.
She couldn’t speak. Her mouth only hung open, soft pants escaping her lips. Her eyes were glassy, filled with a mix of fear and unwanted pleasure.
As she moved to close her eyes, I shook my head and abruptly stopped her. "No, look at me."
A part of her was still fighting it. She had not totally surrendered to me yet. The resistance in her gaze made my blood run hotter.
"Don’t fight me. Surrender," I breathed out. My voice was low, commanding, laced with the raw need I couldn’t hide anymore.
I pulled the strings that held the gown together in the cleft of her breast, and she let out a moan when they popped out. The fabric fell open, revealing her bare skin to the cool night air. The second my hand touched her bare flesh, she threw her head back and called out my name.
"Yield!" I commanded, grabbing her nipples with my fingers. I rolled them gently at first, then with more pressure, watching her body react.
A single tear rolled down her eyes as she dropped to her knees right in front of me. Her night dress pooled around her like spilled moonlight, her shoulders still shaking from the earlier sobs.
"Good girl," I said, and I heard her wolf purr. The sound was soft and content, vibrating through the bond between us.
