“Good, I need more of you.” Before I can comprehend what is said, my body is flipped onto my stomach, and rough yet gentle hands lift my ass into the air. The scent of mangoes fills my nose, and I shiver as the aroma envelops me, affecting me like a strong aphrodisiac. Before I can say anything to King Julian, his cock is thrust into my sore pussy, and he lets out a feral growl of pleasure. His body leans against mine, his hands on either side of me, gripping the comforter covering the bed. His nails have turned into claws and are shredding the bed as he fucks me frombehind. There is no gentle lovemaking like I imagined my first—well, second—time to be, just the pure urge to mate.
He kisses along my neck, his canines grazing against my skin and causing pleasurable tingles to erupt inside me. I cry out his name as I press further into the bed, lifting my ass higher so that he can fuck me harder and deeper. My walls twitch with each thrust, the building pleasure bringing me closer to the edge. King Julian growls in approval at my actions, one hand moving from the shredded comforter to wrap around my waist and hold me in place.
His thrusts become wild and bucking, his cock twitching and throbbing inside me. His heavy balls slap against my skin, and the sounds of our moans and flesh slapping against flesh fill the room. The tip of his cock hits deep inside me, pressing what I can only describe as a button that makes me come undone. My walls shake as I orgasm, squeezing King Julian’s cock as he continues to fuck me harder and faster until he lets out a growl so ferocious, so feral and filled with pleasure, that it shakes the walls and windows.
He thrusts into me, his cock twitching until the feeling of warmth from his seed spilling inside me settles. Pressure at the entrance to my sore cunt stops him from moving as his knot forms once again, locking me in place. He grinds against me, making me mewl with both pain and pleasure. His body collapses onto mine, both of us breathing heavily as he continues to fill me.
“Such a good little mate,” he praises, dragging his tongue along my heated flesh from my shoulder to my ear. “So submissive with the perfect body waiting to bear my heir,” he continues.
I shiver, something inside me stirring at the praise. My body is exhausted from the raw fucking, and all I can do is manage to stay awake as King Julian kisses my skin while still deep inside me. His knot throbs every so often, sending another strand of cum shooting inside me. The warmth is comforting, lulling me back to sleep, but I fight it, wanting to look at my mate to see if he can recognize me, Hannah, as his mate. But I yawn instead, my body sore and tired, unable to handle being conscious for much longer.
“Sleep, little mate,” King Julian orders, moving my hair to the side. “My rut is not over, and you need to keep your strength up to accept every inch of me when I need your body.” With his command, my eyelids grow heavy, and my body soon follows suit. “When this is all over, I will mark you in front of the pack and show them my queen.”
His words comfort me as sleep takes over, and the last thing I feel as I fall asleep is Julian grinding into me as another burst of cum shoots deep into my pussy.
9
Hannah
A snarl startles me awake just as my body is thrown out of bed. I land on the floor with a loud thud, the air knocked out of me, and pain radiates from my shoulder due to the way I landed.
“Your whore!” A hand snatches my hair, pulling me roughly to my knees. Before me is a furious King Julian, his green eyes slowly turning black with rage.
“Where the fuck is she?” he demands, spit flying from his mouth.
“Where is who?” I ask, suppressing the whimper of fear and pain threatening to spill from my lips.
“My mate, you gold-digging bitch!” he roars. His nostrils are flared, and his eyes are consumed by rage to the point that I don’t think he realizes I am right here, in front of him.
“She was with me during my rut, helping me through it for the last three days. When I woke up, you were in my arms instead of her! What did you do to her?”
I shiver, unable to control the hurt I feel from his words as tears form in my eyes. I am the mate he is talking about. My sore, bruised body was the one he had pinned beneath him. Hell, my cunt still feels full of his seed that his knot kept from leaking out.
“I am her!” I finally manage to squeak out. “I am your mate!” I say a little louder this time, staring into those rage-filled eyes of my mate.
“You are not her!” King Julian shouts, throwing my body onto the floor again.
My head hits the floor hard, the pain making me cry out as my vision blurs with black dots. My heart squeezes with pain, the feeling of being rejected welling inside me.
“You are nothing but a scheming bitch who has always wanted the luna queen crown since you turned sixteen. You’re a nobody, and if it weren’t for your parents giving their lives for mine, you would not be by my side!” he continues, his foot connecting with my stomach and sending me flying into the wall.
I cough, unable to breathe from the pain caused by my mate, and I feel the bond shake.
“Julian, I am your mate!” I cry out as tears continue to fall.
“I spent the last three days with you!” I shout this time, only for my face to meet a harsh slap.
“Liar!” he screams back.
“You are a liar! You are not my mate, and I will never accept you as my mate!”
My heart shatters, and the mate bond snaps in half, broken by his blatant rejection of me. My soul feels like it is shattering as King Julian looks at me with disdain.
“I, King Julian Christiansen, banish you, Hannah Cross, from the royal pack. Henceforth, you are a rogue and have twenty-four hours to leave my territory before you are hunted and killed,” he declares, his words another knife twisting into my heart.
“Don’t do this, Julian,” I plead through the pain, praying he will come to his senses and see that I am the mate who helped him through his rut.
“Stop pleading, Hannah. I will never be with a whore like you,” he declares with a scoff, his cold gaze the last thing I see before he storms out of the room to Goddess-knows-where. I can’t find any of the pack links I once had. I can’t feel the connection I had to the royal pack anymore. Despair fills me, and I wonder if I will be able to get away safely without help, but then I feel it. The link I share with Fabian is deep in my mind, holding on for dear life.
