In life, there are three things that shouldn't mix or happen.
Oil and water.
A dragonian steel and a wolf.
And thirdly, mothers outside the door where their innocent daughter was getting finger-fucked by a devilish wolf.
Mamas were not supposed to find their daughters in a closet with a stranger's finger inside them. Aurora Winchester would explode into tiny pieces.
"Tilly, are you in there?"
I held my breath. Afraid to breathe. Afraid to move.
"Breathe" It was more a command than a suggestion "You're getting tighter, and it's going straight to my cock," Chase whispered.
I covered his mouth with my hand. Wishing he would spontaneously die.
"Matilda!" My full name. I was in trouble.
"I'm fine, Mama!" My voice cracked like I was fifteen again. "Just—looking for something!"
Chase smiled. I could feel it against the palm I had pressed to his lips. The demon was actually amused.
"I swear to the Gods—" I started to threaten but he cut me off by moving inside me again. His damn fingers... Moving. In-out. In-out.
"You found it," he murmured against my palm. "It's my finger, sweetheart."
Fuck!
"Don't fight it. The more you fight, the more I feel the need to prove you wrong, Winchester" He kissed the inside of my palm. Quickening the pace as he did.
I lost myself instantly.
"Die," I managed to whisper, biting down a moan.
"Be nicer to me, my love." His voice was low, dangerous, amused. "Or I will fucking make you erupt with your mother outside the door."
As far as threats went, it was a good one.
"You wouldn't dare"
"Won't I?" He whispered as he held my gaze. He went back to fucking me with his fingers, faster this time, giving me no brain cell left to fight for my reputation. Every part of my body was on fire.
"Okay—" I was breathing too hard. "I will be nice." I crumbled. "I will be nice. Chase, she will catch us—"
"Tilly, did you find what you are looking for?" my mother yelled from outside.
Did I? I wasn't sure. I had a feeling this was only the tip of the iceberg.
I expected Chase to pull his fingers out of me. Or panic. Or do a thousand and one things except carry on like his reputation—and his head—weren't also on the line. My father would have his head for this.
He knew this. Right?
"Chase. We're going to get caught—"
"How close are you?"
"To what?" I whispered, barely breathing. I couldn't think straight.
"Climax."
"Climax?" My voice came out agonized.
"It's when—"
"I know what it means," I cut him off. "I just—"
He smiled. Slow. Infuriating. "Just what, Winchester?"
I stared at him blankly, he dimmed his eyes. They were feverish with want. "You have touched yourself here, haven't you? Pleasured yourself before, my love?"
I stared at him. I hadn't but I wasn't about to admit that to the smug bastard. He kissed my lips and told me to bite his shoulder if I needed to.
"I don't want to bite—."
He increased the pace of his fingers. One finger coming up to rub the throbbing part of my cunt.
"Chase—"
"Give it a minute."
"Chase, please. Something is happening," I begged him.
He pulled out. I exhaled in relief. Relief that lasted maybe three seconds. "Bite my shoulder," he commanded, pushing back inside me with one smooth thrust."And Tilly? Don't fight it." He kissed my neck. "It'll only excite me more."
I was already soaked when Chase's fingers pushed inside me again. Two thick digits sliding deep, curling just right against that spot that made my knees buckle.
"Tilly? Come out now" My mother called, casual like she wasn't about to catch her daughter getting finger-fucked senseless.
Chase didn't stop. He pressed his body against mine, trapping me, his free hand clamping over my mouth as his fingers pumped faster.
Wet sounds filled the small space between us—obscene, slick. Every thrust of his hand making my pussy squelch around his knuckles.
My thighs trembled. I was dripping down his wrist, the mess running over his skin and soaking the front of my underwear he'd already yanked aside.
"Shh," he whispered against my ear, voice low and filthy. "Don't make a sound. She's right there."
No, no, no—I can't—not here—not with him—
My walls clenched, pulsing around him, heat building fast and sharp. I bit down on his palm, eyes squeezed shut, trying to stay quiet as my climax crashed over me.
My cunt spasmed, gushing around his fingers, hot liquid soaking his hand and dripping onto the floor. My hips jerked forward, riding his hand through the waves, every pulse making more wetness spill out.
Chase kept going, fingers still buried and thrusting slow and deep while I shook against him. My mother knocked once.
"Tilly?"
I couldn't answer. My pussy was still fluttering, leaking around his knuckles, my breath hot and ragged against his hand. He finally eased. My dress ruined and my thighs sticky with my own cum.
And it was weirdly good. My very first.
My very first. The thought should have horrified me. Instead, it made my chest ache—a tender feeling I shoved down immediately.
"My girl," he murmured against my ear, his voice thick. "Good girl."
After I unclenched my jaw, he pulled his wet fingers from inside me—slow, deliberate, watching my face the entire time. Then he brought them to his mouth, and I watched him suck every last drop off.
"One would think that with the way you cuss, you weren't a virgin. For a moment there, I thought—"
I grabbed his wrist. "You thought what?"
He looked at me. Something flickered in his eyes. Something I couldn't name.
"Nothing."
"Matilda Evangeline Winchester! Come out or I'm coming in!" My mother again.
"I'll be right out, Mama! Give me a fucking minute!"
"Don't cuss at me, little girl."
I was unsteady. And he was a lunatic. And my mother was just outside the door.
"Time to..." He gestured at the window.
"GET OUT" I whisper screamed at him.
He kissed me one last time, soft and quick, that wicked smile spreading across his face.
"Later, Winchester."
In a flash, he was at the small window. He shoved it open, climbed onto the sill,
Then, I remembered. I was out of sorts and I needed him to put me in order.
"Chase!"
But he already jumped.
"Chase! Chase!" I called in a hushed voice.
Then it hit me again.
He thought I wasn't a virgin. That I was some whore on the street corner.
Fucking demon spawn thought I was a loose woman.
I slid down the door, my skirts a tangled mess around my waist, my body throbbing and aching. My mother's footsteps outside grew closer. She was dangerously close to yanking the door open.
"Matilda?"
"Don't make me marry him, Mama. Please!" It was half cry, half plea.
"Tilly? Everything all right?"
I took a shaky breath. Looked down at myself. Ripped dress. Drawers around my ankles. Hair somehow more disastrous than when I'd wrestled a boar. No exit but the one Chase had taken—and I'd be damned if I followed him anywhere.
I thought of his face when he tasted me. Thought of his fingers inside me. Thought of how I'd hated him for eight years and now hated him even more—for leaving me wanting him while he remained completely unaffected by me.
"No," I whispered. "No, Mama. Everything is definitely not all right. You can't marry me to him."
I heard her exhale. Heard her sit down outside the storeroom door. Because underneath the capable queen and strict governess was a mother. My mother.
"Just get to know the man,Tilly. He might surprise you. Your father did and now, I can't imagine my life without him, sweet girl."
"Difference is, Father loves you, Mama."
"Chase might love—"
"He won't" I murmured sadly. "He doesn't."
It was the truth. No need to tiptoe. What Chase Dubois wanted was a hole to stick his cock into, irrespective of the woman it was attached to.
I could already imagine our marriage. A million and one concubines in his bed, like his grandfather.
That wasn't going to be me. I won't let it. I refuse to spend the rest of my life craving a man who doesn't crave me back.
"Change out of that dirty dress and come down for a proper introduction to the Lycan King."
Mama's footsteps retreated down the hall.
"I won't marry him. Tell Papa I said no!"
A beat of silence. Then she yelled.
"Out of the storeroom, Matilda. Now!"