Zara's POV
"Oh~" I let out a gasp that is half pleasure, half exquisite torment as his feverish weight settles over me.
"A sex slave with healing power and craving lust, so craving that you made screwing you a reward," His large hand roams over my skin, then suddenly grips my waist, making me let out an involuntary cry, "I've seen quite a few whores, but you are the best one."
"Then use me." I stare at him, hooking my arm around his neck, rubbing my soft body against his.
"Damn, you make me totally lose my shit!" He growls. His grip suddenly tightens, so hard I feel like my waist will snap. Then he lifts both of my legs, holding them firmly with one hand while his other reaches for my private area.
Very, very private, that no one has touched before.
"Treat me like this, Sir. Don't stop." I cry out. While my body is almost rigid with tension, the desire for lust and revenge is even stronger, "show me what you are capable of. Please!"
I am so desperate to ruin my body. I can't wait to see the look on David and Sophia's faces when they see me all disheveled, covered in hickeys and bite marks.
This is the last way I can screw their things up.
But at this right moment, his fingers freeze, and his face stiffens for a moment, before he stares at me in disbelief.
"You are still a virgin? I can feel there is some barrier inside it."
"Yeah. Any problem? Doesn't that make you more excited?"
"But you said you're a sex slave!"
"Not yet, until some rich wolf buys me tomorrow," I murmur, "Does that mean something to a playboy like you? Why don't you continue f**king me? We've made this deal and it's quite important to me!"
But he still stops, straightens up, and looks down at me with a complicated expression. "You can still be saved. You don't have to do this."
I think I have misheard. "What? Are you kidding me? Don't tell me someone like you who has used countless sex slaves is suddenly trying to get me reformed?"
"What if I say, yes?" His voice is cold as he prepares to get off me.
"No way! You asshole!" I take his hand, using the leverage to pull myself up and press my lips to his. My other hand drifts down, tracing a line below his stomach, a deliberate tease. The aphrodisiac is still coursing through him; his ears and face flush a fiery crimson, so dark it seems they can bleed. His entire body quivers with a fine tremor of excitement. I want to completely shatter his reason.
"Enough!" He seizes the nape of my neck and wrenches my head back. With a furious roar, he hoists my feet clean off the ground. The world spins around me once more, and a moment later, my back is slammed against an ice-cold tree trunk. His silver gray eyes blaze with a dangerous light.
"You saved my life so I won't hurt you, but you are not to seduce me again! Understand?"
I am shocked for a moment. "But you still need my healing, or you will bleed to death. F**k me or kill yourself?"
He shakes his head. "It is not a choice anymore."
He throws his head back and howls, moonlight cascading over him. His flesh and bone writhe in a bizarre, rhythmic fashion. In moments, the bleeding from his wounds, both large and small, staunches and they have all but healed.
I am completely stunned - it is not until now that I realize my healing energy has surged into his body with overwhelming intensity, far beyond my control and therefore against my intention. Now his injuries aren't as severe anymore and can heal himself. My little trick has backfired, and I no longer have any way to keep this dangerous man in check.
It is only then that my body seems to suddenly register the toll of the escape, the flirtation, the healing. My desire evaporates, and a wave of pain and emptiness washes over me, so intense I can no longer stand. My body goes limp, and he catches me as I fall.
"Why are you unwilling to have sex with me? After all, you are a ruthless killer." I say weakly and defiantly.
"I kill because I have no choice."
"But you have also screwed many other sluts already."
"I don't say that. I just say I've seen many of them but I don't like to screw them, because they also have no choice. They have been well trained to be a sex toy without other valuable skills. Their eyes were dead, like tamed prey, which makes me lose all interest," He sighs slightly, "But you are different."
"You are young, with strong healing power and vitality, and I can sense that you come from noble blood. It is a huge shame for your family to place you as a pleasure slave. I can treat you like a sex slave but I believe you deserve something better, like escaping to some other pack under my help and being a healing doctor. You can definitely be an outstanding one."
"Sir, you again got it wrong," I give a bitter smile, "I as well don't have any choice. My fate has been strictly written by two powerful packs, so strictly that as long as I am still living on this continent, I won't be able to get rid of my fate."
He falls silent for a moment. "Interesting."
"No, it's not interesting. It's actually pathetic to me. This is exactly why I want to get laid with you desperately because it is the only way I can fight against those bastards - losing my virginity and therefore making me devalued."
This time, he falls silent for a longer moment, his brows knitting together, his silver gray eyes running over me again and again.
Then he says: "You saved my life, and in exchange, I will protect you."
I give a wry smile. "Thank you for your kindness, sir. But you probably don't know what you will face. You don't need to get involved in this mess. Besides, you better go before they find it's you who killed the two guards."
He just arches his brows, his tone teasing. "Do you know who I am?"