Chapter 6
"Aaaagh," I groaned as I opened my mouth and the doctor placed the thermometer on my tongue. So he was a doctor. I had imagined countless other gruesome scenes.
When he was finally done drawing my blood, he said he needed to check for any diseases or infections. I needed to know if that "black death" was still in my body. Although I wasn't feeling the pain I had felt yesterday at the hospital every time I moved, the soreness and aching in my body still made me doubt my condition.
I didn't know what to do in this big mansion, so I went to the mirror and touched my sensitive gland. I noticed something strange—there was a mark on it. " Didn't they say alphas couldn't be marked? I was still trying to process this new discovery. I guess with alpha females, the nation's labs are still discovering more about them. And with me being with an enigma, nothing else would surprise me.
Watching Val go back to the bedroom, it occurred to me that he was still in his rut and needed my help, and especially my pheromones. But me going into that room would result in me being "laid," and I wasn't going anywhere.
I walked around aimlessly, and my phone rang. I stared at it blankly. I hadn't received a call or talked with a family member since I was reborn, and the caller ID showed "Papa." I sneered. They wouldn't notice that I'm a different Hazel since they weren't close to her anyway, and didn't they disown her?
"Hello," I called out. "Papa" and "father" sounded so weird, and I dare not use them.
"Hazel, tomorrow is Lora's birthday. I want you to be there. Use all your money to buy a decent and formal dress. Don't embarrass or disgrace yourself, and remember to behave. If you behave well, I might as well accept you back as one of the Vernon family."
And with that, he hung up.
"If this is what having a family means, I'd rather not have one," I thought to myself.
I stomped back to the bedroom bored. The air conditioner was chilling the room, and the strong smell of Val's pheromones was thicker than before. As if a switch had been flipped, my body became hot and needy. Afraid of being taken advantage of, I cared less about his situation and turned to flee, but a sudden grab on my waist and a gentle throw onto the bed made me panic. I sat up, wanting to escape, but he was so fast, giving me no space.
"We are married now; this is normal," Val muttered slowly. He hadn't forced me yet, but his presence couldn't be ignored.
"You took advantage of my almost unconscious state to make me sign this. I didn't do it willingly," I finally said what was on my mind, and he chuckled. Staring at his cute, handsome face, which beamed with a lazy smile, I blushed foolishly.
"Hazel, did you skip biology class in school? I marked you permanently, so of course it leads to marriage," he explained as his fingers caressed my gland. Due to its sensitivity, I felt hotter. I noticed how he caressed my neck, and I sneered. My neck was already so red when I checked it in the mirror.
This guy has a kind of fetish for necks; he likes grabbing the neck during sex, more like choking his partner while satisfying his own pleasure.
Watching him untie his towel, it fell flat on the ground, revealing his nude body. I subconsciously stared at it and gasped.
Was this guy human? Then I remembered he might look human, but he doesn't have a shadow, nor does he have a heartbeat. Even Mother Earth and the world refuse to acknowledge his existence by allowing his shadow to reflect. But how does he walk around and do chores with that kind of "load" and "obstruction" between his legs?.
And the fact that he penetrated me with that made me shiver. The pain, ache, and soreness were so bad that I could barely walk by myself. This wasn't what I signed up for.
I cared less about his feelings as I wanted to make it to the door and out of this cursed room immediately, but he caught me and slammed me onto the bed.
"That's not nice," he muttered as if he could read my thoughts. In my fear, I unknowingly kept releasing my pheromones, which were doing everything except helping me at that moment.
Pinned down once again, he caressed my face while mumbling words that I didn't want to listen to.
"Last night, I was rough, but I'll be more gentle today, so don't be frightened. Please, I'm sorry," he explained, and I was at a loss for what he was mumbling. He apologized. Wasn't he supposed to be a devil? Why was he acting human and so nice?
I've never been in a situation like this, so I didn't know what to say.
We've already done it, so what's the difference if we do it again? And since he asked so nicely…
"Just once," I muttered shyly. I couldn't believe I was agreeing to this. I was afraid I would regret this consent I've given him so much.
And just like that, he tore this new gown before I could take it off. Well, he has the money. Maybe if he wants to buy more clothes, I'll tell him to buy trousers and a top. That would be more preferable to me than these gowns.
Watching the lust and that slight obsession in his gaze, I felt shy—so shy that I felt like running away. But there was a flicker of something else in his gaze that I couldn't decipher. Staring at his tempting face, I preferred if the light were off so I could only feel his hands and body on me rather than watching him do all these naughty things.
Raising my chin up, he claimed my lips, making me realize that this was the first time he had kissed me. He didn't kiss me last night. Being new to all this sensation made my head go blank. No one told me that a kiss could sweep me off the ground, leaving me gasping for air.
Claiming my lips once more, he kissed me so professionally, his long tongue sliding into my mouth and startling me, but for some unknown reason, I didn't hate it. Then he kneaded my breast, and I got shy as I watched him take one into his mouth while sucking and teasing its nipple. No one told me that breasts were so sensitive. I felt so foreign and couldn't help but slide my fingers into his hair while caressing his scalp. Staring at his lustful gaze, I got so turned on that I could have sworn that I was so wet down there, but he wasn't done.
As I was still coming down from the climax, I watched him pry my legs apart and involuntarily slammed them shut. He smiled before mumbling,
"I defiled you, and it hurt, I know, but this time around, I'll be more gentle," he coaxed me. I looked away as he slowly pried my legs apart once again. My eyes came in contact with Val's throbbing groin. It looked like it was going to burst, as the vein was so visible. I felt embarrassed about this whole situation. Even though he was hurting, he still wanted to make me relaxed before sentencing me to death with that "gun" of his?
But what shocked me was when he moved his face closer to my lower body, and I felt something like his tongue.
"No... no... it's dirty," I shouted out, but he continued.
"Nothing is dirty," he replied as I felt that slippery, long tongue of his slipping inside me. My body got hotter from the sudden insertion. The way he raked and sucked my lower body was so good that I arched my back in satisfaction, but when that hard monster of his slipped in, no matter how much he had prepared me, not only was its length the problem, but its big width was too.
After getting expanded and getting used to him riding in and out of me, I could never get familiar with his stamina. He has the stamina of a beast, and I was at his mercy.