Zara's POV
He releases his grip on my neck and lifts his body, running his eyes over mine, staring at me still, as if he can see my soul through my body.
Or perhaps he can see my n****es becoming hard through my clothes.
"Deal." He arches his lips.
I breathe a sigh of relief and gently touch the back of his neck. The surging healing energy from my fingertips flows through his cervical vertebrae to his entire body, gradually restoring his injuries to a point where he is still in mortal danger and therefore needs me, yet has enough strength to fight against those two guards.
"Gosh, this feels so good!" the man growls with extreme pleasure and wildness. His head instinctively lifts toward the moon. Sensing his immense power returning, I am quite delighted, as I can soon get rid of those two despicable guards David sent.
"I need more, my dear sex slave," he suddenly lowers his head and says to me in a playful tone.
I shudder. "What are you..."
Before I can finish speaking, he falls heavily. His mouth blocks mine. His arms press down on mine with force until his broad hands grasp my fingertips—the source of his joy.
In an instant, his hot, wet mouth consumes my senses. His unique, potent scent sends tremors through my thighs. What makes things worse is that because I haven't used healing energy in so long, I cannot fully control it. I can only watch as it is driven by my physical urges, surging into this man's body with excessive intensity, pushing me to the very edge of my limits.
My body weakens rapidly, going limp beneath his, which grows hotter and harder by the second.
But my mind is filled with a single thought—I want to be used like this. I want more.
I must have lost my mind, but I don't fucking care.
He parts my legs and rams his crotch hard against me. I let out a contented and thrilling moan as I can almost feel the size of the behemoth beneath his tattered fabric.
And how strong its desire is to tear me apart.
"They are coming!!!" Before my last thread of sanity snaps from desire, I catch a glimpse of the two guards, who have already shifted into wolves and are now close at hand. In less than five seconds, this man's back will be torn apart by them. I desperately turn my head away to break our kiss and scream in terror.
But he just grabs my neck, forcing my mouth open as I struggle for breath, and then he leans in to kiss me again, even harder, as if I am his sex slave and we are playing in a safe house.
"It is me that you are with. It is unnecessary to panic because of some weak cannon fodder. Focus on serving me."
"Hmm..." I can't do anything but let out frightened whimpers. Although my legs are already wrapped around his waist, showing my desire, this is not the right time! How stupid was I to make a deal with such an arrogant idiot drugged by a philter!
And then comes his shift.
Right before my eyes, he lifts his head, bones and flesh reorganizing at an alarming speed with sharp, cracking sounds. His growl merges with his wolf spirit's, his silver gray eyes dimming for a moment before blazing with a fierce golden light.
In less than a second, he has transformed into a magnificent wolf above me.
He coils for a moment, then charges at one of the guards rushing toward him, sending the guard flying with a direct hit. The other guard immediately changes direction, sharp fangs lunging for the man's throat, but he only snarls in fury, deftly sidestepping the attack. He slams one paw down on the guard's wolf head, driving it into the dirt, then raises his other clawed paw high and brings it down hard, piercing straight through the guard's throat and ending his life.
The other wolf, seeing this, loses all fighting spirit and lets out a frightened whimper, turning to flee. But the man explodes into lightning speed, snapping the guard's neck with his jaws before the terrified wolf can even turn his head and cry out.
I sit on the ground watching, completely stunned. These two guards are David's bodyguards, elites among the Gammas who can take down ordinary wolves or common Rogues with a single strike. But they can't even last a minute against this man.
Extremely powerful and fierce, he has to be at least a general or commander in the Snowfield Pack, or even... possibly the notorious Maxwell himself?!
Then the wolf turns, his golden eyes burning as they fix on me.
I swallow hard, my body trembling with fear. "What are you going to do?"
In no time, he has shifted back to human form and approaches me, saying with obvious interest, "To finish what you promised and what we didn't get to complete just now."
"You mean healing you?" I gasp nervously, with a hint of excitement.
"No, I mean f**king you." He arches his lips again, then pounces on me immediately.