Chapter 6(II)
He turns away, his shoulders stiff with the weight of his fury. He doesn't speak, but his expression is enough.
He's furious. He's hurt. His trust, a precious thing, has shattered into a thousand pieces. And there's nothing she can do to fix it.
He starts to walk, his movements fast and sharp, his footsteps a silent promise that this encounter will stay with him.
"Daniel… it's not like that," she pleads, her voice trembling. Her hand reaches out to him, to touch him, to stop him, but her fingers only brush the empty space where he stood.
Then she hears the bathroom door creak open.
The first thing she sees is the smirk twisting Jason's mouth.
"It seems you've been having quite a time," he drawls, his gaze sweeping over Amelia, his eyes a predator's hunger. He catches the scent of Daniel on her, and it intensifies his wolf's growl.
He's been listening.
He steps into the room, his presence a tangible threat that sends a shiver through her. He takes a step closer, his hand moving to grip her arm.
"Let me finish what we started, Amelia."
His voice, low and possessive, makes her heart drop. Suddenly, she realizes the danger of the situation. Jason is not just her mate, he's a volatile, and potentially dangerous presence.
"No!" Her voice is a strangled cry.
He leans closer, his breath hot on her skin.
"You can't hide from me. And you can't deny what we are."
He's poised to take her. The air is charged with the potent combination of fear and danger. His touch, a promise of pain, wraps around her.
She can feel the pressure of his body against hers, the force of his will against her own.
It's then she hears a loud clap of thunder, a sudden, violent boom that echoes through the apartment. And, through the murky confusion, her eyes find Daniel, his form a dark silhouette in the rain-soaked night, his eyes a blazing intensity as he stares at her.
The storm is brewing, and it's not just the tempest outside. It's the internal storm raging within her, a storm that threatens to tear her apart.
The conflicting pull of two men- one love, the other lust, a choice that could change everything.
Then, the sound of Daniel's voice, a low, gravelly whisper, cuts through the silence.
"Go," he says, his gaze never leaving her for a moment. "Go. Leave her. Leave us."
The words, an order, a challenge, a deep, unyielding force.
The tension explodes as Jason turns, a flicker of fire in his eyes, a sense of danger in the air.
"I'd like to see you try push me away," he snarls, his wolf's fury a tangible presence.
"I'm warning you," Daniel says, his words a calm voice that belies the fury within. "Don't test me. I won't hesitate."
Jason's gaze flickers to Daniel, the two wolves locked in a battle of will, a silent clash of dominance.
The tension is palpable, a charged atmosphere that threatens to erupt at any moment.
Amelia can see the danger in her mate's eyes, the dark desire burning behind them. She can hear the raw emotion in Daniel's voice, the ferocity that sparks from a man protected.
The air in the cabin is electric with anticipation, the silence broken only by the relentless drumming of the rain against the windows. It's a storm that mirrors the turmoil that is sweeping through Amelia.
She can see in Daniel's eyes, shining with an intense, almost painful love, that this choice is breaking him. The possibility of losing her, it's a fear he's willing to face because of the compelling love he feels for her.
But she can also feel Jason's wolf in her bones, the tangible pull of their primal bond, a force that threatens to consume her.
The tension is so thick that Amelia thinks the air itself might crack. She doesn't dare move.
"You shouldn't interfere, Daniel," Jason says finally, his voice a dangerous murmur. "She's mine. I'm her mate."
"That doesn't give you the right to force her," Daniel retorts, his voice a cool steel. "She has a choice."
"A choice?" Jason laughs, a low, dark, chilling sound. "And you think she would choose you, knowing that I'm her mate?"
Amelia's heart sinks. He's right. The truth hangs heavy between them. She's caught in the crossfire of two desires.
"Don't underestimate me, Jason," Daniel retorts. His eyes blaze with a ferocity that makes Amelia take a step back, her heart racing as the tension thickens.
"I won't give up on her. I'll protect her from you."
The words are a declaration. A promise. A fight he's willing to wage.
But before Jason can reply, Daniel turns away, his jaw clenched tight. He storms out of the apartment, the slam of the door echoing in the quiet space left behind.
Amelia watches as he disappears into the rain-soaked night, his figure a dark silhouette against the stormy sky.
She sees the hurt in his eyes. She feels the burning rage he holds within him. She understands his need to escape this impossible predicament.
The door slams shut behind Daniel, the sound echoing in the stillness of the cabin. Amelia stands there, her anger simmering, a storm brew in her eyes. She's furious— with Jason, with herself, with the impossible situation she finds herself in.
Jason doesn't even flinch. He steps closer, his grin widening.
"You're really going to let him walk away?" he asks, his voice a smug rasp.
"What does it matter to you?" Amelia hissed, her anger a burning coal in her chest.
Her gaze locks with his. There's a fierce intensity in her eyes, a determination to resist him at every turn.
"That's not quite true," Jason says, leaning closer. His gaze is intense, his touch brushing her arm.
But his touch is a threat, a promise of danger that sends a shiver down her spine.
"Don't touch me," she whispers, her voice firm.
"You know you want it, Amelia," Jason says.
His hands move to her waist, his fingers tracing the curve of her body. The touch sets her skin on fire. She can't deny the physical effect he has on her, the compelling pull of his body.
But she's not going to give in. Not to him. Not now.
"You're wrong," she says, her voice a low growl. "I want nothing to do with you. Go."
She pushes against him, her body a wall of resistance as he tries to draw her closer. Her gaze is locked on his, a fierce spark of defiance burning in her eyes.
He laughs, a low, dangerous sound. "You can't escape this, Amelia. You're mine."
His hands move again, this time tracing the line of her jaw. His thumb glides across her cheek, the touch sending a wave of heat through her body.
She jerks back, her eyes flashing with rage.
"You think I'm a toy to be played with?" she growls, her voice fierce.
"I am not a possession, Jason. Never forget that."
Jason's smirk widens. He is intoxicated by her anger.
"I know exactly what I'm doing," he says, his gaze searing her with a dangerous intensity.
He leans closer, his hands enclosing her face, his touch firm but not violent. He wants to break her down, not break her.
"You're mine, Amelia, whether you like it or not."
His lips brush her, a seductive threat that makes her skin crawl. But he's not pushing her further. He's waiting. He's enjoying the struggle, the fight.
The air in the cabin crackles with unspoken threats. Amelia strains against Jason's grasp, the heat of his touch a burning brand on her skin. His eyes, a dark pool of desire, hold her captive, refusing to let her escape.
Her anger is a fierce shield, a wall against the tide of his relentless pursuit. She's not afraid of him, not anymore. Her fear has been replaced by a deep, burning resentment for the power he holds over her.
"You think you can just take what you want?" she whispers, her voice laced with venom. "You think I'm just a possession, a toy?"
She pulls back, a single tear rolling down her cheek. It's a tear of frustration, of powerlessness, a tear that reflects the intensity of her feelings.
Jason doesn't apologize. He doesn't even seem to notice. He's caught up in his own desires, his focus locked on her.
"Amelia," he murmurs, running his thumb gently over the line of her jaw, his touch a dangerous caress that sends shivers down her spine.
He's leaning closer, his breaths mingling with hers. She can smell the strong scent of his wolf, a potent combination of musk and grass.
He wants to take her. He wants to claim her.
Amelia is still fighting, the anger in her heart a fierce, powerful force.
But she can feel herself weakening, the pressure of his gaze and his touch a wave of heat that threatens to consume her.
"I do not want you," she says, her voice a low whisper that hangs in the air. "I will not be yours."
She closes her eyes, knowing she can't fight him off forever. The bond pulses beneath her skin, a powerful force that holds them both captive.
Amelia's defiance sparks a dark glint in Jason's eyes. "You don't have a choice, Amelia," he growls, his voice low and dangerous.
He doesn't wait for her response, his urgency palpable in every move. His hand clamps down on her arm, pulling her towards him with a force that ignores her resistance.
She tries to fight back, her anger blazing, her fear a powerful current that fuels her struggle. But he's too strong, too determined.
"You're mine," he says, his voice a seductive threat. "This is how it works. You're supposed to want this."
He shoves her onto the couch, his body following close behind. The intensity of his desires, the raw urgency of his needs, it all threatens to consume her.
"No, Jason!" She cries out, her voice a desperate plea. "Please, stop."
But her words are lost in the storm that is brewing within her. The mate bond pulses between them, a powerful force that threatens to overtake her will.
He leans close, his lips skimming the curve of her ear. His breath is warm against her skin, his scent a heady intoxication that she can't deny.
"It's okay to give in, Amelia," he whispers.
He knows her weakness, the power of the mate bond, and he uses it against her.
His hands are on her, exploring her with a passion that is both terrifying and compelling. He is a storm that is sweeping through her, a force she can not resist.
She struggles, her anger flaring. She wants to push him away, to reject his touch, to deny the ancient call that pulses through her veins.
But the power of the mating, the compelling force of the bond, it is too strong.
She's losing the control. Her body, her mind, her very soul, are caught in a whirlwind of primal desires and forced submission.
Amelia's body convulses with a mixture of fury and despair. She struggles against Jason's grip, the weight of his body pressing down on her. She's trapped, entangled in the irresistible force of the bond.
Her anger burns, a stark contrast to the intoxicating sense of warmth that floods her body. The mating process is a powerful, physical reaction, a primal dance of desire that she's caught in the middle of.
"Please", she whispers, her voice cracking with desperation. "I don't want this. I don't want you."
But her plea falls on deaf ears. Jason's focus is laser-sharp, his lust so intense it feels like a physical force that consumes him.
"Don't fight it, Amelia," he growls, tracing a finger over her lips.
Her body shivers beneath his touch. She's trying to fight, to resist the tide of his desires. But she's losing.
The heat, the intensity, the aching need, it's a storm roiling within her ,.
"I'm sorry," she whispers, tears pricking her eyes, a wave of shame washing over her. "I'm sorry - I'm sorry."
"There's nothing to be sorry for," Jason says. His voice is a low rumble, his hand reaching out to cup her face. "It's all right. It's how it's supposed to be."
He leans in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Let me show you."
Her body trembles. She feels a mixture of fear and despair. She wants to push him away. But she can't resist the urge to give in. The mating bond is a powerful force, a biological imperative that commands her action.
He crashes his lips on hers, leaving no room between them.
His desire raw, primal and possessive.
She tried to push him but he's too strong. He pinned her legs with his legs as he devoured her lips. He pulled off his belt and used it to tie her hands.
He picked her up from the couch and continued kissing her.
Tears streamed down her face as she tried to push him away.
He walked towards her room still kissing her.
He walked towards her room and kicked the door open with his leg.
He walked towards the bed and pushed her on it.
There no escaping this time.
He loosened the belt from her hands and used it to tie her to the bed.
He ripped of each and every clothing on her.
The cold breeze brushed against her skin, making her shiver.
Jason stared at her body, eyes filled with lust. His bulge increasing massively.
His hands trailed along her neck, her nipples, her belly and down to her honeypot.
Amelia felt exposed to his eyes. She felt unquenchable rage,anger and hate for Jason.
Her struggles were growing weaker and weaker. Her strength wearing off rapidly.
Her tears fell from her face to the bedsheets. But he didn't seem to care.
He trailed kisses and bites down her neck. She hissed in pain.
He bit her nipples her and she gasped in pain.
He kisses her again but this time, she bit him. But instead of letting her go, it seemed to intensity his hunger and lust.
He kissed her deeper.
His hands moved over to her pussy. He thrust three fingers in roughly.
Damn! She was so tight
She cried in pain
"Please stop. You're hurting me please" She cried harder
"Shh" his voice low and husky. " Just give in Amelia, it won't be so painful "
"Please Jason stop. I don't like ...."
He silenced her with a hard kiss.
Her walls were so tight. So enticing.
Just the thought of her being innocent, pure and untouched, filled him with more desire.
He couldn't wait anymore.
His arching dick needed release.
With her hands still tied, he pulled down his trousers and boxers.
Fuck! His dick was so hard. Harder than ever. It looked like 10 inches. It was so huge.
Amelia stared at his cock wide eyed. How can her little hole take that?!!
Her fear intensified as she looked at it. She closed her legs tight as she begged him to stop.
But again, he was stronger. He opened her legs wide and plunged himself deep into her.
She scream in pain and agony. Her hatred for Jason increasing.
Jason groaned in pleasure. Her walls were squeezing the life out if his cock and it felt so good.
Blood trickled from her vagina down to the bedsheets.
Jason smirked on seeing the sight before him.
Finally he had claimed her!!
He moved faster in her earning moans of pain from her. He had finally fucked her.
She feels a strange sense of detachment. She watches herself from a distance, as if her body is being controlled by an outside force. She feels powerless, caught in the grip of something unyielding.
The world around her fades away. Her consciousness is consumed by the pressure of Jason's body against hers, the heat of his breath, the intense pulses of the mate bond that threatens to consume her.
She eventually passed out but he continued fucking her for three hours.
In one deep thrust, he came in her for the fifth time and fell beside her.
He stared at her face for a while before he moved closer and sucked a part of her neck.
Then he sank his fangs in and marked her.
This was the best night ever.
Before long, sleep evaded him.