Chapter 3 JUST A TIGHT HOLE

YVAINE

“I can do whatever I want, and right now. I want you, Yvaine.” I know I shouldn’t put any weight behind his words, but I couldn’t help the way my heart fluttered at his words and the need in his voice. I should’ve pulled away when he  closed the gap between us. I should’ve put up some resistance, but his touch was affecting my logical sense of reasoning, and the sparks spreading through my body didn’t help matters either.

He cradled my face, and I let him. I let him run his fingers along my lower lips in a teasing manner, some part of me wondering if he would kiss me. And I knew I shouldn’t fall for his antics, but I knew I would let him if he wanted to. He was my mate after all, and I couldn’t ignore the way my stomach stirred at his touch because my body was reacting to him in ways it never did.

I whimpered as he pushed me against the wall, his mouth latching onto my throat. He lifted me effortlessly, like I weighed nothing. He pulled away from my throat for a split second to murmur, “You want this.” Into my neck. “I can smell your arousal. I can feel your pulse; you want this, don’t you? You always want me even though you pretend like you don’t. You are weak for me. Always weak for me,” he growled.

His hands dragged up my thighs, lifting my skirt. I could feel my core ache and throb. My wetness soaked my panties. Maybe he was right, maybe I truly wanted this—I craved his touch, despite how depraved that sounds—my body wants him. My body and heart have always wanted him.

“Look at you,” he murmured. “Look at how you’re dripping for me, just from a simple touch. Look at how wet you are for me,” he uttered, yanking my underwear aside and sliding his fingers through my folds.

I stifled a groan, trying not to moan as he rubbed circles over my clit. My hips bucked, the excitement getting to me.

“You’re mine,” he said against my neck. “This pussy belongs to me. Don’t think you’re indispensable just because I want you like this. You have a good fuckhole, always so fucking tight and hot,” he groaned as he pushed in. “Say my name. Say who you belong to.”

“Roan.” I gasped at the tight, painful stretch, but he didn’t wait for me to get used to the intrusion before picking up pace. His thrusts are hard and brutal, punching harsh breaths out of him. His fingers dug into my hips as I clung to him, legs locked around his waist, whimpering his name with every brutal thrust. My head dropped back as his lips found my neck, and he sucked on the spot where his mark should be.

In the blurry moment of pleasure, I imagined a different version of us. One where he had claimed me, chosen me, and accepted me. Where I wasn’t just the tight hole he fucked in the dead of the night when the rest of the world was asleep. Where being his mate meant being safe and loved.

Pleasure spiked through the threads of the mate bond as I felt the presence of his fangs breaking through my skin. I came with a cry on my lips, stars bursting behind my eyes. Roan followed suit moments later, grinding into me with a groan, his release hot and heavy inside me.

I barely had time to get off the high of my first ever orgasmic experience when he pulled away too fast, dropping me on my ass. He didn’t regard me or touch me as he zipped up and fixed his shirt. I looked up at him with hopeful eyes, thinking that maybe this meant something because all the times he has touched me in the past were never about my pleasure but this time was different, wasn’t it?

I pushed off the floor on shaky legs. “Ro…”

“Tell anyone about this and you’re dead.” He threatened before walking out of the laundry room.

My legs trembled as I tried standing straight only to stumble back. Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked around the laundry room, the scent of what we just did hanging in the air.

I should've known better than to believe his sweet nothings. How many times do I need to be burned and broken by him before I fully accept the bitter reality that he'll never see me as anything more than a hole to use?

Goddess above, why am I so foolish? So desperate for the slightest bit of affection and recognition for him. And he marked me.

Why? Why mark me when you know you'll never accept me as your mate?