Chapter 332 – Total Submission [Bonus ]
Marcy stirred from her sleep and took a deep breath that filled her lungs with the sweet scent of clover. It was the scent that came with longing, and at the same time, it created knots in her stomach.
Was she dreaming of George? It seems like it. And the dream was so vivid that small zaps of their bond danced over her skin because in her dream she was embracing him.
Wait! How can that be a dream if she can hear his light snores?
Marcy opened her eyes and realized that she was in a hotel room. That was the room she was supposed to share with Nora, yet George was on the bed with her.
And it's not just that he was on the bed, but he was lying on his back, her head was on his shoulder, and his arm was around her. Their position was quite intimate even though they had clothes on. What the heck?
Marcy lifted her head to confirm that he was sleeping.
She glanced on the other bed to see that it was empty, and the tidy comforter told her that no one slept there. Where did Nora go?
Marcy craned her neck to check the time. It was 2 o'clock after midnight.
She didn't remember what happened after she ate the cold and greasy burger, but for some inexplicable reason, Nora was not there, and George was.
Was this Nora's idea of a joke?
Marcy was quite confident that Nora was trying to seduce George, how did he end up in Marcy's bed? Was that only a ploy so that Marcy lowers her guard and he can sneak into her bed?
Or did Nora trick him?
Marcy dismissed that idea. George is a Commander, and he can't be manipulated. But… why would he want to be with Marcy? He was quite clear at their last meeting that he hated her.
If this was a scheme to take embarrassing pictures and blackmail her, they would definitely have less clothes on them.
Nothing made sense.
Marcy took this time to admire his exquisite profile. The Moon Goddess didn't spare effort while carving his mesmerizing features. Every curve of his face spoke about power and determination, and she really wanted to touch him.
Marcy exhaled helplessly.
That was her mate, yet she rejected him.
Did she regret that rejection? Not really. If she didn't reject him, they wouldn't have any future, and she couldn't understand, why didn't he accept the rejection?
Sure, he was angry, and he wanted to punish her, but he was punishing himself in the process also. Was he one of those self-destructive people?
Marcy rested her head back on George's shoulder and her hand started feeling out his firm pecks through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. She smiled at the feeling of the sparks. It felt good. Everything about George felt good.
Marcy acknowledged that he was much more than just a handsome man. He was powerful and smart to the point that even her father acknowledged him. The youngest Commander in the history of the Red Moon pack. That alone speaks volumes about his capabilities.
Could Marcy convince George to accept rejection? That would make things easier for both of them. After all, she is going to the Dark Howlers pack to be Alpha Damon's Luna, and he can continue being the famous Commander.
Or maybe she could use that lingering bond to make George obey her? How can she get under George's skin when he looks at her like she has poop on her face?
He was much more pleasant like this, sleeping and quiet, and not acting like she murdered his family.
What's his problem? Was he really so pissed about the rejection? People break up all the time!
Marcy eyed his body, and her eyebrows shoot up when she realized that his pants were strained in his crotch area. Was he aroused in his sleep?
The sparks tingling her palm told her that he was sleeping, but his body knew that his mate was next to him.
Marcy remembered how George kissed her roughly in the shed and then pretended like it was not a big deal. It was obvious that he wanted to humiliate her and show her that he was above her. He made himself look like a man of steel who can't be swayed by emotions. Will he be able to keep pretending with that hard-on right there?
Her stubbornness mixed with curiosity and desire to see how far she can go, and little by little, Marcy's hand moved lower.
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George jolted.
What the hell? Did he fall asleep accidentally?
Sure, he was under a lot of pressure recently and he barely slept for the last two days, but still… he was used to harsh conditions.
However, just falling asleep was not the strangest thing.
He was on the bed, surrounded by the scent of candy, and what he felt down there was definitely a female hand on his cock. He looked down to see Marcy with her hand in his pants.
"What are you doing?", George asked Marcy who was so focused on jerking him off that she didn't notice him waking up.
Marcy's head snapped up to see him and she smiled. "Don't you know what I'm doing?"
George swallowed hard. He wanted to push her away, but at the same time, he didn't want her to stop.
When was the last time he was with a woman? It felt like forever.
And no matter how many women he bedded, none came with those sparks that muddled with his brain.
But this was Marcy Redmayne. Granddaughter of the man who killed his parents and destroyed his pack. Daughter of the man he was set to kill. His mate. His mate who rejected him and he was escorting her so that she becomes the Luna of some other Alpha.
Everything about this was wrong, yet George did so many wrong things in his life that he wondered if adding one more will make a difference.
And why would it be wrong? He could say that he fucked the woman Alpha Damon was considering to be his Luna. It's not that George had anything against Alpha Damon but sleeping with Marcy will be something George could use to his advantage.
The whole Redmayne family is twisted, and Alpha Edward won't care with whom Marcy slept as long as he gets what he wanted, but Alpha has his pride and Alpha Damon won't like that his Luna spread her legs for a commander of another pack… especially not while Marcy was on her way to meet with him.
With every passing heartbeat, George came up with another reason why he shouldn't resist this. And not just resist, but he should take the lead and show Marcy what it means to be fucked by an Alpha.
His nostrils flared when he was hit with the scent of her arousal, and that did it.
"Ah!", Marcy exclaimed when George grabbed her shoulders and yanked her up.
She thought that he might fling her off the bed, but she ended up on her back with him on top of her.
"What are you doing?", Marcy asked breathily when she realized that he was pushing her skirt up.
George let out a low chuckle that was full of danger, but somehow, it made her all tingly down there.
"You started it, Marcy…", George said. "Don't pretend you don't know what I'm doing."
His hand reached the cradle of her thighs and brushed against her panties.
"Ahh…", Marcy moaned at his touch.
"Slut.", he squeezed through his teeth when he felt how soaked her panties were. "You are a horny little bitch."
Before Marcy realized what was going on, her panties were on the floor and George's hard and hot cock was gliding between her folds.
"Ah… Wait… Mmm… Ah…", she struggled to say something, but her brain refused to cooperate.
"Don't you want this, Marcy?", George asked with a devious smile on his face. "Say you want it. Say you want me to fuck you, Marcy."
George could see that her body gave in, but he wanted to break her mind also. Total submission.
Every time his tip pushed against her clit, her whole body jolted. She never felt anything like that, and she really wanted more. Any thoughts about her preserving the v-card were out of the window. Marcy was confident that if he stopped now, she would die.
"Yes… yes…", she said breathily.
"Yes, what?", he demanded, and his hips didn't stop moving.
"I want you to… fuck me…" Marcy couldn't believe that she said those words. They were not even fully undressed!
To make things worse, she was on her way to become another man's Luna, yet she was here wantonly losing herself with George.
But the arousal was overwhelming, and her wolf amplified her lust, and no matter how many guys she touched before, none felt as good as George. Everything about him felt right.
Marcy inhaled a shaky breath when she felt the pressure and the stretch, and she knew that this was happening. There was no way back. Did she want to go back from this point? Not really.
Her core was throbbing in need to be filled, and there was only one man who could fulfill that need.
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