Chapter 27: No Hole(R 18 TW)
Rex’s POV (R18 TW)
It was annoying to have to wait, and even more irritating to realize that it was something my body was not completely against. She was a beautiful woman, that much was clear—perhaps even more so than Gessia, who had kept throwing herself at me despite knowing well enough that her persistence was not born of affection.
Whatever Gessia’s intentions were, they came after the power she had promised. The power my brother and I needed if we were to face the Alpha of the Moonburn pack and his men and win. We had yet to kill his son, but it was only a matter of time before Axel framed his death as an accident, regardless of the result of the vote. His anger had worsened over time, growing heavier, darker, and I did not blame him.
Dragging a sigh out of my lungs, I stared at the bathroom door, where the sound of water had long since ceased. Getting to my feet, irritated at having to wait so long, I pulled the door open. The lanterns hung around my room cast a dim glow, just enough for me to see her clearly, though even without them my eyesight was sharp enough in the dark.
Her hands were wrapped around her chest, but my gaze slid downward to her waist. Her skin was flawless, pale beneath the flicker of the lantern light, and even then the curve of her hips and the fullness she tried to conceal stirred something in me. Before I could stop myself, I reached out and pulled her toward me, slamming the bathroom door shut behind her.
My gaze fixed on her chest, the softness she tried to hide only drawing more attention to it. She tried again to cover herself, which annoyed me. There was no way this was her first time—there was no reason for werewolves to hold back from mating as long as they were careful.
"Get on the bed, lie down, and spread your legs," I told her, letting her go, though my eyes lingered longer than necessary. It was then I noticed the bruises already forming on her wrists, darkening against her skin. I frowned briefly, wondering how an omega could be so weak and yet be able to bear children more easily than normal females. It made no sense to me.
Staring at her face only angered me further as I recalled the innocent expression she had worn while she lied to my mother, claiming she meant no harm, only to lead the Moonburn pack straight to us to save her own. I had asked enough questions from the other pack members to know the truth. She had sold out my family so hers could survive, and even though her entire family was now dead, I still hated her to the core. I wanted her to suffer.
I watched her lower her head, her face turning red as she lay on the bed with her legs firmly closed, even as I undid the buckle of my pants, letting them drop to the ground before stepping out of them.
My cock was already hard, something that only worsened my irritation, knowing I was attracted to the very woman I despised. Leaning into the bed, I grabbed her legs and pulled them apart. The scent that reached me only made things worse, excitement and fear mixing in a way that tightened something in my chest. I saw the raw panic in her eyes as her gaze shifted downward, settling somewhere between my legs.
"What? Too big for you to handle? It’s not my fault you’ve only been with men who had nothing to offer," I muttered, half to myself, aware that even Gessia had struggled with my size at first, though she had eventually adjusted. This one would too.
Lifting her legs wider, I stared at the space between them, moving closer, guiding myself forward, wanting nothing more than to bury myself into her. But the moment I tried, it slipped, failing to find its mark, and the frustration that followed was immediate.
"Lie down and spread your legs wider," I ordered, infusing my will into the command so that, regardless of whatever shyness held her back, she would obey. Again, I positioned myself, pushing forward, only to realize that she was not yielding. Worse still were the soft sounds of pain escaping her lips, her body tensing beneath me.
Annoyed, I pulled away, irritation sharpening my movements. Sliding my fingers where I should have begun, I frowned as she gasped and struggled beneath my touch. One finger slid in easily, but there was no room for another.
"You..." I muttered under my breath, my expression tightening as I moved my finger slowly, testing. "...is this your first time?" I asked, anger laced in my tone, though I already suspected the answer.
"Yes," she gasped, her voice so quiet it was almost lost, her face flushed deep red, her eyes already filling with tears.
That only made me angrier, especially since I had barely done anything. "What the hell is this?" I growled, staring down at her as she trembled, shifting her gaze away as if searching for somewhere to disappear.
The goal had been to take her, to ensure she bore children, but how was I supposed to do that when I could barely get a finger inside her? Forcing it would make her faint—that much was clear—and loosening her would take time and patience, neither of which I was willing to give to my mother’s murderer. My teeth ground together in frustration.
"Get up," I roared, turning away from her and grabbing my trousers, pulling them back on with quick, irritated movements before ordering her to dress. Otherwise, I was more than willing to drag her downstairs as she was.
She looked worried, anxious, her hands trembling slightly, but I did not care. The moment she slipped her dress over herself, I grabbed her hand and pulled her out the door. I was surprised to see Axel stepping out of his room at that exact moment, but I ignored him, heading straight for the stairs as I heard his footsteps follow behind me.
His voice came, gruff and filled with annoyance. "Are you done? Is it done?" he asked, his tone sharp with expectation.
"Hell no," I spat, the words coming from deep in my chest, raw and unfiltered as I continued down the stairs without slowing. "She doesn’t have a hole."
Ignoring the confusion that must have crossed his face, I kept walking.
