The lost mate

Chapter 141: The flames of desire

Jessica felt the fire rising within her, the heat coursing through her veins like molten lava. Her breath came in shallow, desperate gasps as she sat on the edge of the bed in the dimly lit guest room. Sweat beaded on her skin, her body trembling with a need she couldn’t control. The moment Elara had left her, the effects of the potion began to take hold, burning through her like a wildfire.

Damn Elara, she thought bitterly, her mind briefly flitting to the woman who had orchestrated this insane plan. Jessica had never fully trusted her, and yet here she was, trapped in the middle of a scheme that she didn’t even fully understand. All Elara had told her was to wait for Damien, that he’d be drawn to her like a moth to flame, unable to resist the call of her heat.

To hell with Elara and her plan, Jessica thought, pacing the room, trying to control the maddening sensations. Every movement of her body felt like torture, her muscles taut with the effort of holding back the inevitable.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Someone banged on the door. Was it Damien ? She sniffed the sir. Enticing scents of clove and spice hit her senses. A male was there, and she didn’t care who.

Bang ! Bang !

"I’m coming. Please stop hitting the door."

The person on the other side either didn’t hear her or didn’t care. The banging went on, and finally Jessica grabbed the handle. She whipped open the door.

A gorgeous man stood there. His hair was in a military style cut; he was at least half a foot taller than her. His face was hard, a five o’clock shadow already forming. She thought his nose looked like it might have been broken once or twice, but it only added to his good looks. Then she locked eyes with him. Chocolate brown orbs looked into her light blue ones. His pupils started to dilate, and Jessica realised she was staring.

"I’m sorry for staring, but who are..."

Before she could get her question out, he dove into the room. Gripping both sides of her face, he smashed his mouth against hers. She stumbled backwards, and he picked her up, moving them both against the wall. Adrenaline kicked in, and Jessica turned her head away from his hard kiss. He let out a growl and started kissing her neck. She put her hands on his chest and tried to push him away. She felt his hands on her thighs; he was trying to spread her legs. She squeezed her legs together and felt his fingers dig into her skin, trying to pry her open.

"GET OFF ME."

She continued to push at his chest and started hitting and slapping his face. Another loud growl came from him, and he stopped the assault on her thighs, instead grabbing her wrists. She struggled to get off the wall, but he manoeuvred himself so she was trapped. He was not doing a good job hiding his intentions, and Jessica felt herself start to hyperventilate. He didn’t seem to care. Moving her wrists so they fit in one of his hands, he pinned them above her head.

They locked eyes for a moment. His eyes had turned gold. She didn’t know who he was, and if he was a low-ranking boy, her dad would kill both of them. She was supposed to sleep with Damien, not some random wolf, even if he was gorgeous.

"Wait ! Who are you?"

Instead of answering, he smashed his mouth into hers again. She twisted her head to the side, refusing to meet his lips, and continued to yell for help. She felt his free hand go back to her legs, again trying to force it between her thighs. Knowing she was too weak and it was only a matter of time until he had her legs spread and buried himself inside her, Jessica needed to act fast.

She stopped squeezing her thighs together and brought her knee up, making contact with his groyne. He let out an inhuman noise and started to keel over. Jessica shoved his shoulders and ran towards the door. She made it about a foot, and before she was knocked down to the floor, intense pain exploded around her eye. She hit the doorknob on her way down. He had grabbed ahold of her ankle.

"PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME."

Another adrenaline surge came. Jessica continued to kick at him, but he pulled himself on top of her. She felt his hand in her hair and his weight lift up. He flipped her around so she was on her back with him straddling her. She went to attack him, but he was too fast. Again, both of her wrists were pinned by him. He moved them so they were again secured above her head in one of his hands.

This time instead of going for her legs, he went for her top. The sheer gown she was wearing was shredded open. The screams turned to tears; she tried not to look at him but could feel his eyes on her exposed chest. He began to fondle her breast. He leant down over her and started kissing her neck again. She continued to struggle but had a feeling of defeat. He was too strong. She needed help.

"Please help me." PLEASE STOP."

Jessica couldn’t believe nobody heard her calls. His hand slid down her stomach and stopped at the top of her pants. She tried to twist her body away as he began to slide them down. She kicked at him, but it only seemed to help his quest, and soon she found herself in nothing. He put his weight on top of her, forcing her legs to spread. She let out a powerful sob when she heard the sounds of his zipper lowering.

"You smell so good." The man mumbled, and he took her nipple in his mouth. As soon as he started sucking on them, Jessica moaned. His hands reached down between her legs.

The heat coarsed through her.

"Please, just let me go." Jessica sobbed.

"Shhh, my beauty ," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "You’re mine now."

The man ignored her pleas, continuing to explore her body with his hands and mouth. He captured her lips and thrust his tongue down her throat. She felt his hardness pushing into her. She wanted to scream, but he was holding her mouth shut. He thrust into her withour warning. Jessica’s body tensed as the pelasure coarsed through her. The heat had muddled her brain. Soon his thrusts increased. Her body responded to his touch despite her mind’s resistance.

"Malcom, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Damien’s voice roared through the room.