Tilly Ann
(Warning: R18! Sexual content)
I almost made it to the door when a strong arm hooked around my waist and yanked me back.
It was ungentlemanly and shocking...and oddly romantic in a dark evilish kind of way.
I stared at him in shock.
Oh great!
The polite Alpha was gone and the demon spawn was here to toy with me. Thankfully, I wasn't ten years old anymore.
"Alpha Chase!" I gasped as my back hit the wall.
He didn't answer. Not immediately anyway.
His eyes—gods, his eyes—had gone dark, something wild flickering behind them.
He was a wicked, possibly deranged fellow but damn, a seductive bastard too.
I knew I was in trouble, instantly. I needed to put a world between the two of us as soon as—
"When did you get so hot headed?" He asked. "So fucking....wild"
His voice was suddenly raspy.
"You don't affect me, Alpha Chase" it was a lie. But a lie I was planning to take to my grave. "All of this—routine of yours doesn't affect me. Go find a whorehouse wrench to impress them with. I am a Winchester Princess, I am above your —"
"But you know what a cock is?" He asked.
And suddenly I realized we weren't even having the same conversations. Of course, his dirty dirty mind was on his own dirty planet and all of my threats meant absolutely nothing to him.
"Alpha—"
"I'm not the Alpha yet. That title belongs to my father. And please do tell, do you even know what a cock is—"
I found myself looking down at his pants...at it.
He caught me before I could look away.
He laughed. "I should be offended another man taught you that, Winchester. You are mine to corrupt—"
"I'm not yours. I will never be yours"
He shoved open a door—my father's storeroom—and pulled us inside, shutting me up instantly.
For a moment, neither of us moved. Then it hit me instantly. I was trapped behind closed door with a notorious rake. My reputation was about to take a nosedive.
I looked around for something to knock him out with.
The space was small, crowded with old furniture and dust-covered trunks. But nothing heavy enough to knock that look off of his stupid face.
His body pinned me against the door, chest heaving, hands braced on either side of my head.
I should have been frightened. This man—this Lycan Prince—was anything but noble. Anything but good. He was all seduction and bad aura but I wasn't afraid of him.
I just knew he wouldn't hurt me, at least not this way.
"What ever rotten thoughts is going on in your rotten mind Alpha Chase, I must warn you not to act on them. My father has the largest dragon in the world—" I leaned in to whisper with a little smile. "Larger than the emperor's dragon. He will raise an army to lay waste to your pack with thousands of dragonian blade"
There was a pause. I allowed my threat to sink in. Before I leaned in to complete it. "Remind me, Alpha. Can your wolves heal from even the smallest cut of our steel?"
"No, Princess" He answered. "I know of..." He swallowed. "Of someone...who was permanently made impotent from a little splinter of your precious steel"
He took a step closer to me, moving my sleeve away from my bare neck.
"There is this...gullet in the Troita Moonhill" He continued, staring at my bare neck like he was going to kiss it "—where they are reminent of dragonian spikes from the last war between our kind— and there was these two brothers whose lives was forever changed by one little spike" His warm breath hit my skin and I inhaled. My pulse raced. It shouldn't have. I hated him.
He noticed it and his eyes found mine, they were dazed with want. He moved closer, I thought he was going to kiss me there. I closed my eyes and waited.
But he just kept talking. "The younger brother was reckless and drunk, he was at risk of falling in...the older brother played hero and ended up in the pit with one tiny spike in his spine. It severed it instantly."
He leaned in, his lips grazing my bare neck, the skin there tingled. I bit down on my lips to stop myself from reacting.
"Never have I ever seen a wolf beg to be put out of its misery" He continued.
He leaned in closer, I held my breath, afraid he might see through me.
"So, you understand my threat. Good" I managed to choke out.
He lifted my chin and forced my eyes on him. "I understand perfectly, Princess"
Then his mouth crashed down on mine.
This was not the sweet, deliberate kiss I'd given him. This was possession. His tongue swept into my mouth without warning, and I made a sound I'd never heard myself make before—something between a gasp and a whimper.
I had kissed boys before. Made them blush, made them stutter. Nothing—nothing—had prepared me for this.
One of his hands slid down my back, over my butt, gripping hard and pulling me tight against him.
I felt everything—I mean everything.The hard planes of his chest, the rapid thud of his heart, and the unmistakable pressure of his cock pressing into my stomach.
I managed to tear myself away. I could have ran. But no, I taunted him instead.
"It's that the worst you can do. I'm not very impressed —"
He took my mouth again. If there was any restrictions, he dropped it after my remark.
His other hand pushed up my dress, gathering the fabric in a fist at my waist.
This is Chase! Panic, please!
His hand slid up my thigh, and I noticed—absurdly, inappropriately—the calluses on his palms. Not from holding swords or reins. These were rougher.
"What," I gasped finding it difficult to hate him in that moment, "do you do all fucking day?"
He paused, something flickering in those dark eyes of his. "Fix things." Then his fingers found me again "Fuck...things" He added and kissed me.
Son of a bloody bitch did not just say that to me.
"Stop!" I commanded.
He tore his lips from mine, breathing ragged. Eyes still dazed and cloudy. He was breathing just as hard as I was.
"The gullet taught me something" He said.
"Yeah. Sure. Tell me." I said sarcastically.
"Some people should stay out of certain situations, Winchester" He took a step away from me. "You should go"
"And if I don't?" I found myself asking. Which was stupid because he was CHASE DUBOIS.
His forehead pressed against mine, eyes wild. I tried to move my feet. To take the escape he offered, I found myself rooted to the spot, craving his touch.
"Fuck" He cussed, taking his remaining hand away from my dress and grabbing my face with both hands.
"I am going to be something I have never claimed to be before, Winchester..." He closed his eyes momentarily before opening them. "A gentlemmmm" He mumbled.
It was hard to hear.
"A what?" I asked him.
"A gentlemmmm" He exhaled loudly like it was a big strain on him.
"A gentleman? Are you trying to say gentleman?" I asked him, dimming my eyes at him.
"Yeah. That. Awful word. Shouldn't be a word at all" He agreed.
It wasn't planned. I just started laughing.
If Chase Dubois was a gentleman then the Devil was God and the world was going to hell.
"You are not a gentleman—"
I hardly finished my statement when his fingers pushed aside the seam of my drawers and touched me right on my bare cunt.
I cried out.
"Do you still want to mouth off or do you want to run yet, Winchester?"
"I am not afraid of you—"
He clamped his other hand over my mouth, shutting me up. "You should be"
Then his fingers moved.
They were slick, sliding through my wetness—when had I gotten so wet?—finding that swollen, desperate spot. He rubbed hard, in tight circles, and my legs... my legs buckled.
He held me up easily, pinning me to the door with his body, never stopping that relentless pressure.
Then his fingers stopped like he was saying
'Last chance, Winchester' in that annoying voice of his.
I made a sound I'm not proud of. A whimper. A please caught in my throat. And pressed myself into him.
He smiled slowly, watching me squirm on the edge of something I'd never felt before. "Just checking. Good girl"
He pushed one finger inside me.
And I was so tight, so full, and then he added a second finger.
I bit down on his shoulder to stop myself from screaming.
He fucked me with his fingers. His thumb rubbing my clit. Pleasure raised in my belly, tighter and tighter, and I was panting against his shoulder, almost begging for something I couldn't find words for, my head thrashing against the door.
Just as that coil was about to snap— a sound came from outside. It was a footstep. Followed by a cough.
"Tilly Ann?"
Chase froze. I stopped breathing altogether.
It was my mother.