10. Control

** Content Warning: This chapter contains scenes of intense sexual content. This content may be triggering to some.**

An icy feeling moved over her that had nothing to do with the weather or the temperature in their little bubble. She couldn’t help but feel used. She had let him take her virginity and for what? A little heat? That could have been done with just curling up behind her. No, he wanted to use her for her body and then have nothing more to do with her. Or that’s what she heard.

She felt a lump form in her throat and couldn’t say anything more. Her voice had failed her. He was just like the rest of them, just like all the stories that had been told about his kind. She meant nothing to him other than what they ordered him to do. The way he had been treating her, the food, the gentleness… it was all because of orders, nothing more.

Tears stung her eyes as the hurt sank deep inside her. She tried to move off of him. Emmalyn just wanted to curl up by herself, not have him touch her at all. She didn’t want to look at him or have anything more to do with him.

His emerald eyes flashed briefly in alarm when he smelled her tears. He scented the salty wetness before they even pooled in her eyes. What in the world brought this on? Every single one of her questions he had answered honestly. What more did she want from him? Humans were so damn frustrating. Haughty, demanding, overly emotional, and, worst of all, weak. Given her captive state, lax as it was, the little healer was proving to have every one of those traits. How many times had she forced him to make a promise to her? Now she was on the verge of crying. When she tried to move, his hands shot down, gripping tight to her hips to keep her where she was.

“Where do you think you’re going? What’s wrong with you?” he growled.

Emmalyn’s actions frustrated Farrel with her sudden coldness towards him. Had he not been taking care of her every need like she wanted? His confusion was not helping him keep his calm.

“Why are you crying?”

Emmalyn struggled against him when he held her tight. She didn’t want this, she wanted to go home. The trapped feeling settled around her as she realized she had no say in her life anymore, no matter what he tried to tell her. She put her hands on top of his and tried to move, and all she ended up doing was wiggling on top of him.

“I want to go home,” she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion and the tears falling from her eyes. “I’m just going to be treated as a thing. You can’t protect me from them. No one can. The elders can have me killed, even if you promised to keep me safe. What do you care? I’m nothing more than a thing that was ordered to be kept safe, that’s it. You don’t want me, for a mate or otherwise. You just used me to…to…to fuck…”

A sharp grunt burst through his grit teeth when she squirmed on him. It was a sound both of frustration and arousal. Even as he felt anger wash through him, her soft sex rubbing against him sent blood pooling in his groin once more and he swelled slowly; thickening and lengthening along her outer lips.

Going home was out of the question, so he ignored that pitiful statement. As far as the rest... as far as her belittling his strength and weight of his promise, his rage boiled through him in record time. He growled low; warning her against riling him further. One more word out of her mouth regarding what her twisted little mind thought of him and he might very well keep her unconscious for the rest of the trip.

One hand moved in a blur of speed and gripped her throat. He restrained himself, still aware of how easily she could be damaged; he merely held her firmly without putting pressure on her... yet.

“They ordered me to capture you and bring you alive. Keeping you unharmed and protecting you were requests you made and I’ve honored them. Do not think I make promises on a whim. Do not think that my word means nothing.”

With his brows knit together and his eyes piercing, glowing with his anger, he slowly tightened his grip around her neck. His thumb pressed down, pinching off one artery that sent blood flowing into her head. He put his hand on her hip and forced her to move against him. His lust burning hot now from her intoxicating scent and the rage streaked through his blood.

Her eyes rolled back in her head when he slowed the blood flow to her brain. Emmalyn opened her mouth to say something to him. She needed to tell him she didn’t want to be cared for because he felt obligated to, but because he wanted to. She wanted to tell him she didn’t want to be used, but the words just failed her as she felt faint and dark edges formed on the rim of her vision.

“Perhaps I have to show you the difference between caring for you and using you to make you understand.”

Everything he was saying just proved to her she was right about everything she had said about him. The sound he was making was scaring her a lot, but she couldn’t let it show, even though she knew he would know. She continued to struggle against him, even when he grabbed her by her throat. Emmalyn closed her eyes, tears still falling as she felt him move her over him. She felt weaker and couldn’t do anything about it.

Infuriated but unable to hurt her, he fueled that dark emotion into another. He let it light a fire to his lust. As he watched her, measuring each hitch of breath and beat of her heart carefully, he released the pressure on her throat to let the blood rush back into place. Then he was inside her. The hand at her hip angled her hips quickly and shoved her down as he bucked into her tight sex.

She was on her back in an instant, his heavy body shoving her into the rough material of the tarp with every brutal thrust he forced into her. His hips jerked in frenzied, uneven motions; rapidly drilling into her then lengthening and sharpening his inward thrusts in the next moment. He ground into her, grunting roughly through his grit teeth. His hand tightened on her throat again, pinching her artery as those shorter thrusts started again.

Farrel trust her ability to heal as he held her down, forcing her to take every upward thrust he gave her. Her tightness sucked at him, sending pleasurable jolts through his nerves. Within a minute, his bestial lust took over and he no longer held the conscious thought he had to teach her a lesson.

Through it all, he still kept a leash on himself. He was rougher with her than he had been the first time, but there was still a great deal of strength he kept locked away. As angry as he was with her, he still would not allow himself to shatter her bones over his own lust. Amazingly still, as he slowed the blood to her brain again, he scented something else. He smelled that musk on her.

A low keening howl tore out of him; frustrated, painfully aroused, and more confused than ever. He released his grip on her throat and clamped both hands over her breasts, kneading them with enough force to bruise her pale flesh. He squeezed, lifting those soft globes, then pressed them together so he could lap at both her nipples. Ah, but she still tasted sweet!

She felt as though she were falling, though she really wasn’t. He still held her firmly, though her head was spinning. Tears continued to be spilled, as she was powerless to do anything to stop him.

She delayed her body’s ability to heal, just as she told him she could. The more he pummeled her, the more damage he dealt. Her teeth were gritted from the pain and to keep from crying out and begging him to stop. She let him use her, let him teach her the lesson he so very much wanted her to learn.

She tried to remember to breathe as he continued his assault on her, bruises forming all over her body. They were bright red at first, turned to the angry blues and purples the more he continued. Despite that, her eyes remained closed. His cock pulsed inside her now, swelling as his regenerated seed boiled in his loins, ready to explode. Adjusting his leverage onto his knees, he clamped his hand around her throat, pinching both arteries this time to shut off her mind off from her body. As his thick shaft blurred in and out of her swollen cunt, he pressed his fingers to her clit, rubbing the combined fluids from her body against that sensitive pearl, desperate to have her cum with him.

She couldn’t stop her body from responding to him any more than she could stop the cold howl of the wind outside. It was the primal side of humans, their bodies instinctively knowing what to do during intercourse for reproduction. She didn’t stop it as her climax built. Unfortunately for her, it caused him to double his efforts, and the abuse, on her body.

Then the flow of blood slowed again, the blessed feeling of falling came again and with his attention to her sensitive button, her body responded just as he hoped it would. Her release came hard and her mouth opened in a silent scream until she passed out from the pleasure, pain, and lack of blood. All over her body, bruises darkened.

He came in a rush; spilling just as her muscles contracted around him. The muscles in his legs spasmed, jerking a few last sharp thrusts from his body before he stilled. He felt her go limp and immediately released her neck. In the dark little haven, his sharp eyes draw the purpling handprints on her body. The scent of cum hung heavily in the air, making his descent back to rational thought a slow process.

Even then, as he withdrew from her, he watched intently, waiting for her body to heal as it had before. A minute rolled by, then two. Unease crawled up his spine like icy fingers, and he threw off the tarp. In the fire's light, the bruises on her fair skin looked far worse than he had imagined and there was no sign that she was healing.