19
***THEODORE.***
"My Alpha,"
Katniss moans beneath me as I bury myself deep inside of her wet core, and I groan before heaving one of her legs; allowing me to shove myself in deeper.
I can't believe that woman supposed she could just show up here, and mess everything up! The effrontery to ask about the wolves she put in danger after successfully creating a bigger mess of everything.
"Yes! Please, more! Fuck!"
I pay no compassion to Katniss's moans, and pleads as the image of blonde hair appearing at my door runs through my mind.
A certain blonde hair that makes me so fucking agitated.
**FLASHBACK FROM THE NIGHT OF THE MOONBALL PARTY.**
"I truly do not understand why this woman can not be punished. Is there something going on that you're not telling us, Alpha King?"
Andrew questions with his hands folded on the desk before him, and I grit my teeth; the image of him lifting Isberlt with claws digging into her skin flashing through my mind— angering my wolf.
"I believe we deserve an explanation. The Slave has been nothing but a fucking pain in the ass. She's highly disrespectful, and believe herself to be untouchable. The only way she's going to learn is by punishing her; she should know all these are no jokes, and understand the deep grave of the punishment she's in, but I'm afraid that will never happen if Theodore keeps halting her supposed punishment. "
Joe says for the first time since we gathered, and I fold my hands into fists; fingers dipping into the skin as I try my hardest to calm my breathing.
Getting angry isn't going to solve anything.
"I believe Joe to be right. We all saw how angry Alpha Gael was, and the last thing we need right now is to wage a war against that pack, when we still have a lot on our plates. I think she should be punished, brutally. Maybe shaming her before the whole pack would knock some sense into her. "
Andrew repeats, and I snap my head towards him, lifting my brows at him.
"You want me to order for her to be raped?"
I'm surprised at the fierceness in my voice, and judging by the way they go silent for a few seconds— I know they are too.
"I'm not exactly suggesting that. I'm just..."
He trails off, completely caught off guard by the question.
"Tell me, Andrew, " I drawl as I raise from my seat, and he lifts his gaze to meet mine. "Do you enjoy watching a woman being fucked? Is that it?" The room goes silent; the tension thick in the air, and none of them daring to make a sound.
Andrew shakes his head before saying, "I do not understand what you're trying to say, Theodore. This has nothing to do with me. "
"You suggested for a woman to be raped as a form of punishment, " I know I'm no innocent here. I threatened her with that earlier; only because I thought having her dignity at risk will thwart her defence. Unfortunately, she's stronger than I thought her to be.
Aztec purrs within me at the last words, and I turn my attention back to Andrew. "You keep repeating it, Andrew. It's like you want to see it happen, so tell me— do you enjoy watching a woman get fucked? Is that what this is about? Are your imaginations running wild, and you need something to satisfy your fantasies?"
He says nothing, but I can sense the anger that radiates off him, and I'm not the only one.
Eric moves beside Andrew, stroking his back as a measure for him to soothe, and I wonder why. Andrew knows better than to start something he'll only regret.
"That isn't it, " He finally speak up, and I cock my brows; crossing my arms against my chest, and nodding for him to continue. "I said that because that's the most severe punishment any woman could get. And I... Said that because you're favouring the slave. It seems you're forgetting Theodore— that woman is the reason for many deaths, and many lives being ruined, so yes; she needs to be punished severely. "
Folding my hands behind me, I turn back, "Her freedom has been taken away from her, and she's been treated as a slave should be. I see no reason why she should be punished severely as you mentioned, and as for what she did— yes, I do remember. And it's something I'll never forget. She will be punished when I believe right, and it will not be rape. "
My gaze moves across the room, assessing each of their expression before it lands on Eric who gives me a smirk, and a shrug.
*Fucking. Bastard.*
**PRESENT.**
Groaning, I grab Katniss's other leg, and flip her, making her crouch on her knees with hands spread against the sheets, and I use her hips as a countermeasure to rock her back against my hardened cock.
She whimpers loudly when I move against a spot, and I straighten up against her, trying to find that spot again.
When she grips tightly onto the sheets, and pull back against me; screaming my name— I know I found the spot again.
A woman with a small face, and a collar resting against her neck flashes before my eyes, and I shake my head to bury those thoughts down.
*The more you try to resist her; the stronger your desire for her.*
Fucking Eric, and his stupid fucking words.
For some reason, I know he's right. God, he's so fucking right, and I hate that he is.
I— Aztec— want nothing more, than the woman to be beneath us right now to be her.
I desire nothing more than to bury my cock inside her wet throbbing core, until the only sound she knows of is my name, and the indication of my mark remains permanently inked to her body; until the only scent that she carries is *mine*.
"Fuck!"
I groan, more furious at my dishevelled mind as I grab Katniss's hips tightly— fingers digging into the skin as my pace goes faster, and harder; plummeting inside her throbbing core, then pulling out, only to rocket deeper in.
"My... Oh my God! Alpha King!"
Katniss cries as I forcefully yank her back, and thrust in deeper; hitting so deep that I feel her walls wrap tightly against me, and her legs start to shake.
I let out a grunt as I feel myself go over the edge, pulling out, and spilling the seed over her ass.
Katniss sighs as she falls against the mattress, and I move off her, heading towards the bathroom with only one thought in mind; *It didn't work.*