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Bride Of The Beast

"Bride by day, prey by night." When Raven Dierna's forced to pose as a bride for Caravia's feral wolf prince, Eilís. He thinks it's a death sentence. But Raven's caught in a brewing storm between humans and werewolves with Eilís's dark half, lurking in the shadows. As Raven navigates the treacherous royal court, hiding his true sex and avoiding deadly secrets, he finds himself entangled in Eilís's struggle. Raven's survival hinges on his wits and the forbidden pull between them. Eilís Caravia, a werewolf prince, grapples with the beast within, torn between duty and desire as family pressures mount and Caravia's stability hangs by a thread. Forced to wed a human, Eilís finds himself entangled in a web of forbidden attraction and deadly secrets. As alliances shift and loyalties are tested, Eilís must confront his dark half, and make a choice that could save or shatter his kingdom and his heart.
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Chapter 4

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RAVEN

I stumbled back in shock, my eyes widening in fear, how did he figure that out? What gave it away? My gears hit overdrive, the pain in my neck now so far beneath my worries. I optioned for denial.

"I'm female, my prince, where is this coming from?" At this rate, with the way my heart beat increased I wasn't far from dying from a heart attack. I was praying he found it convincing.

He growled, the sound menacing. I immediately knelt down and bowed my head.

"Forgive me my prince and tell me my sin so I may atone for it."

He scoffed, going down on his knees next to me. "Why don't I confirm myself." Fisting my hair with his left hand, he jerked my head up. I gasped, wincing in pain as strands of my hair pulled out.

With his right hand, prince Eilís flipped up my gown, his hand going underneath.

I could feel his hand sliding up my thigh as we stared at each other, his gold eyes burning. My body was frozen, the fear holding me down, my limbs locked and refusing to move.

His hand reached my groin, my face flaming when he took hold of my cock beneath the underdress.

"I'll ask again, what's your gender?"

"Male." I gasped when he squeezed to the point of pain.

"Do you realize what you've done? Do you know what the punishment of your deceit will be?"

His voice was eerily calm as he asked, it added to my fear, it was like the calm before the storm.

"Let me answer that for you, it's death...death by hanging."

His hand tightened on my shaft. I groaned in pain, tears dropping down my face as I blinked. "I plead for mercy."

He laughed, the sound maniacal.

He sounded different from the man who'd promised not to hurt me or touch me without my permission.

He released my hair, his hand going to my dress. He yanked, sending the sapphires tumbling and the gown ripping. I gasped again at the sight of his large hand between my thigh, his eyes followed mine and a twisted smile appeared on his lips.

"That's a pretty sight." He licked his lips. At that moment my limbs decided to unlock. I scrambled up in an attempt to run.

He hauled me back by my waist, pushing me to the bed and laying atop me as I tried to fight him off.

He moved back, holding me down with his left hand on my neck.

I struggled to breath and at the same time tried to remove his hand from my throat.

He ripped what remained of my clothes leaving me bare with nothing to cover.

"A gorgeous sight indeed."

"I thought you preferred females." I asked in between gasps.

"A misconception on your part, why would I choose when I can have the best of both worlds?"

He collected saliva from his mouth, once again wrapping his hand around my cock. He jerked up and down, repeating the motion without stopping. I gasped in disbelief as a sharp burst of arousal made me arch upwards, still in disbelief I hesitated in my struggle as I watched my cock rise in response to his stimulation.

He let go, collecting another drop of saliva as he spread my thighs with his knees between mine. This time his fingers went to my hole, gently caressing it before pushing in a finger.

I renewed my vigour, thrashing on the bed and tearing at him in a desperate attempt to escape as the sparks of pain increased. I could feel when he added the second and third finger, the pain doubling as I sobbed, still not giving up in my escape attempt.

He pegged something inside me and I arched up involuntarily as pleasure raced up my spine, the pain disappearing in an instant.

He mercilessly continued, targeting that particular spot that turned me into a mumbling mess as my brain attempted to get used to the new sensations wracking my body.

My body reacted traitorously, heat flaring even as my mind screamed no.

I moaned and gasped, my body moving on its own, chasing the curve of his fingers in my ass so it relentlessly pressed against that pleasure spot. I felt high with the new found pleasure I was receiving.

He removed his fingers much to my body's disapproval and unbuttoned his trousers. The sight of him taking out his cock jolted me back to my current predicament. He was long and thick, the crown leaking as he stared at my hole in what was akin to anticipation.

"You promised not to touch me." I said in a last attempt to reason with him.

"I never made that promise, Eilís did."

"You're Eilís!" I shouted, taking in bursts of deep breaths when his hand released slightly from my throat.

He smirked at me as he pushed in. "I guess I am."

I screamed.

This wasn't Eilís anymore. This thing looked through his eyes, but it wasn't him.

"It hurts," I said, grabbing at his wrist where it rested next to my hip and digging in my nails as if for revenge. "It feels like you're tearing me apart."

He checked to be sure, pulling his cock out the three inches he'd managed to insert it before shaking his head. "No blood. You're fine."

I gaped at him.

Then with a grin, he thrust forward, pumping his cock into me straight down to the root. His balls, slapping against my ass.

I was crying and now both my hands were struggling to shove his shoulders and push him away.

"Breathe through it," he instructed calmly. "You got this."

"I fucking do not!" I ground my teeth. "I also fucking hate you!"

"You hate my cock," he corrected, "but that'll change in a minute. Trust me."

He gave a tentative roll of his hips.

A long, drawn-out moan slipped past my lips before I could stop it.

He smirked and resituated himself so that he was holding himself up on his forearms at either side of my head.

With no other warning but that, he gave into his nature.

His cock pounded into me over and over again, pummeling my insides with rapid strikes. On each inward thrust he buried himself as deep as he could go.

I screamed beneath him, eventually wrapping my arms around his neck for purchase as my body was forced into the bed.

My dick was caught between us, being rubbed against the trail of wiry black hairs that led down from his navel to my swollen cock.

I was digging my nails into his shoulders and gasping by his ear.

My thighs squeezed around his waist.

"Come for me," he ordered, bending down to deliver a possessive kiss, biting hard on my bottom lip at the end.

Maybe it was the inkling of pain, or me simply liking to be dominated.

Either way, one of those things shoved me over the edge, and in the next instant, I was crying out, my trapped cock spurting between us.

I twitched, eyes rolling back and my mouth parting on a silent scream.

He came, driving his cock into my hole one final time and keeping himself there.

As my eyes closed, the stress wearing me down, Eilís's twisted smile lingered, his breath whispering against my ear, "The fun is just beginning."

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