Chapter 17 Fake Fiancee

“I’m afraid I don’t have very long, Nat,” Wisteria’s sweet voice sounded a little weak. Alyssa almost stopped dead in her actions, clutching the plate in her trembling hands.
“Not very long, Grandma. Ally and I are very loving, and we can’t stand a single day without each other.”
She put down the dripping plate in the dish drainer. His words drove chills down her spine. She knew it was a lie, but just to hear these sugar-coated words coming from Nat’s mouth just made her hair stand on end.
Alyssa reminded herself that she was a werewolf, and no man should be able to command her in this way.
But wasn’t she just contradicting herself when he had insisted on her washing the dishes? When she drew up a contract for him with her lawyer, she expected that she would be the one on the other end of the reins, not him.
He was just an escort who she accidentally marked! Even becoming her contractual lover was just because of that damn bond!
She peeked from the holed gap in the walls separating them at how Nat was smirking like he knew she would be watching. Controlling the anger that was about to erupt through her, she took a long and deep breath and soaped the next plate.
It was then that she realised everything was silent in the living room. The door creaked suddenly, and Nat entered the dining room, approaching her from behind. His hands spread across her shoulders, sliding down in a straight motion, and he suddenly cupped her breasts strongly.
She felt the mate bond getting stronger, swirling through her mind. Aria connected with her, merging instantaneously. Her pulse quickened, distracting her from the chores he had made her do.
So soon? It hadn’t been hours since their last lovemaking session, and he was driving her insane, arousing the craving in her. As a werewolf, she wasn’t bound to the weakness that impaired humans after a wild round of intercourse. She recovered quickly from the soreness that was now, non-existent.
“Stop it, Nat,” she murmured, unconsciously moving her thighs in sync with his clothed thrusts behind her.
“Want to take this further in the bedroom?”
She felt her skirt raised slightly, and his unholy member prodding against the silk of her panties, wetting her considerably. A soft moan left her lips. His torment followed with the intrusion of his thick finger as it slipped down the band of her panties, freely roaming the outside of her cave.
Nat explored her as if he had done a thousand times before, skilfully finding her nub and rubbing it in a circular motion, eliciting her to moan a few more times.
In the heat of the moment, she forgot about Wisteria, and she opened her legs wider to give him more access to her wet cave. This dangerous relationship with Nathaniel Underwood was causing her to forget who she was and yield to a man that was nowhere close to her, be it social status, wealth or even the fact he was human.
Yet, he was driving her into insanity with her lust for him!
She commanded herself to get a hold of herself. It was just sex and the werewolf bond. Once he signed the contract, he would be bound by her rules! He would satisfy her needs and she would give him all the money he needed so he wouldn’t need to continue being an escort!
“You’re hot, Ally. But do you want me to hump you right here, and risk waking up Grandma, or do you want me to take you to bed?” He rasped in a lustful tone.
Take me to bed. Her eyes stared at him in a lewd expression. His eyes blazed red as he spoke. She had no doubt her eyes were turning a bolder yellow, and her voice picked up a husky tone as she obliged him with an affirmative answer.
“Bedroom,” she answered. He extracted his fingers from her cavity, sucking them dry while not cutting off their eye contact. She watched his sensual actions, taking in the tempting sight for a few long seconds.
“Good girl,” he whispered deeply. She thought he would lift her up and carry her bridal style to the room, but instead, he took her hand and led her, rather forcibly to the bedroom that they would be sharing while living at his grandmother’s. The door creaked noisily, much more than that of the dining room. She looked back, noticing that Wisteria was asleep on the sofa bed in the living room.
“Shh,” he hushed, pushing her onto the hard bed suddenly, and she almost gasped in shock. His fingers trailed around her lips while watched her with his red eyes vigilantly like a hawk. She was underneath him now, under his control. Inserting one of his broad fingers into her mouth, he cajoled her into sucking on it.
She cursed in her mind. The room was warm, but he was taking things to a higher level and increasing the temperature in the room. He took out his finger immediately, pushing her down harder below him. Her eyes filled with desire as the bond between them strengthened, and a gush of liquid pooled at her opening.
He sniffed her for a few moments before he promptly released her, giving her space to catch her breath. Then his lips met hers ferociously before she could object. Her blouse rustled under his fingers, which deftly undid every one of her buttons, freeing her from the tight cloth that confined her breasts.
He pulled apart her bra and continued with the rest of her clothes, tossing them all over the floor that they were strewn in a messy heap, leaving only her silk panties. She realised that he left the best for last when he started pinching her taut nipples, stroking her in every exposed part of her.
All until what remained was his entrance. She felt choked with all the rush of heated emotions inside her, goading her to admit that she wanted him.
Aria’s gentle voice led her. She lost all control of herself when his body united with hers but compared to the session they had earlier, this one was much more relaxed. His name was on her lips, repeated most tenderly as she felt the rawness of his thrusts in her. It continued long until she felt the sensation of them coming together and the spasm in her body as he spilt his seed deep inside her. She cursed silently under her breath, feeling played by the escort.
He gloated at her as if he had won the lottery. She felt powerless against his seductions, weak like a human in contrast to how she lived unrivalled as a werewolf of alpha blood. Even without her pack, she had always been in control, dominating those over her.
Until she met him, her life had made a considerable somersault. The problem was not the lust, but how weakened she felt upon arriving at the village. She hadn’t realised it earlier, but apart from the mate bond overwhelming her, her powers were weakened extremely. Right now, she was as weak as any human could be.
Sunlight was streaming in the exposed windows when she stirred from her slumber, with the secure sensation of Nat’s arms wound around her. She attempted to disengage him but in the process, he woke up and was above her, exhibiting an unscrupulous grin.
“Why, good morning,” he hummed. “It’s great weather today, isn’t it?”
Free from his grasp, she pulled her lips together in an uncomfortable grimace. “If you say so.”
“Welcome to the wondrous village of Jave, where the unexpected happens,” he uttered wickedly, smiling as he pronounced each word tastefully. “In other words, this is my turf.”
“So, what is the point of you saying this? Like I didn’t know.”
She tousled her smooth red hair over her shoulder, arching her brows as if she was seducing him, but in a most arrogant way.
He smiled again.
“In case you didn’t know, this place is the bane of evil creatures, especially werewolves. It’s also a place for wonders. It’s the only place where magic still exists. Although I don’t understand it well. My grandmother would, though. So, don’t think of escaping, because no matter how far you get, you won’t be able to escape the village.”
She glanced at him ignorantly. “What do you mean, Nathaniel Underwood? We entered the woods so casually, how can I not leave?”
“But do you want to, Alyssa Dawson?” He leaned closer to her, planting an abrupt kiss on her lips. The passion of his sudden kiss toasted her lips, sending a stinging and yet, mind-boggling wave through her abdomen.
“If you want to get out, listen to me. Give me what I want, and I’ll bring you back. Otherwise…”
He snapped his fingers.
“Otherwise, what?” She sounded impatient.
“Get ready to spend the rest of your life here.” He placed his mouth near her ear. “Right, I forgot to tell you, but when we enter the village of Jave, all time stops. It will be as if we never left Neon.”
Her eyes widened at the mention of time stopping, but then he kissed her on the nape of her neck, sucking on it like a vampire.
“Just where are we, Nathaniel Underwood?”
He didn’t directly answer her, but just stated in a horribly calm manner that frightened her, not matching the seriousness of his words.
“In a place away from the pestilence of werewolves.”
At the end of his sentence, she suddenly became aware of a growing hatred in his tone.