Chapter 17: Curious

Althea felt something strange inside her and couldn't stop herself from rocking against the beast's fingers as they slammed into her p*ssy in a quick, unexpected stroke. He choked her with his hand when he moved his hand away from his lips, and instead of screaming, she found herself moaning in anticipation.

"What the f*ck was I doing?" she exclaimed, stunned. His fingers pumped harder, pushing through and stretching her core. Her skin tingled as she pressed her face against his chest, her nails digging into his back.

"Your p*ssy is tightening around my fingers, pulsing, begging for more looks like it doesn't want me to be gentle," he said quietly into her ears. Her body stiffened and her insides contracted as she went rigid.

Althea shivered in disgust as two of his fingers brutally penetrated her. Her teeth scraped against his shoulders, and her knees buckled to the point of collapsing.

"Say it, sweetie," he said as he licked and nibbled the side of her neck while growling at her.

She swallowed hard, "I-I don't want you to be gentle," she shattered as she pushed his hand deeper into her underwear, unable to get enough of this. She let out a strangled shriek as he dragged her into a scathing orgasm. She had a death grip on his shoulders before her release flowed down her legs and she collapsed out of their bliss.

She stared into oblivion for a few seconds before coming to, and when she did, she felt guilty, torn that she had let herself be fingered by her monster mate.

The beast's hand left her underwear and snaked around her waist, bringing her to her feet.

"Don't worry, sweetie. I won't hurt you, but I can't promise I won't punish you because I will," he said, sending shivers up her spine.

"You need to learn to obey me because I'm the one who owns you," he added.

"You're mine." He pulls away suddenly and crashes his lips to hers. Althea tried to move back, not expecting the sudden impact. He roughly moves his lips against hers and she finds herself responding to his kiss. She tangles her fingers in his hair and lightly pulled on the strands. His hands run up and down her sides until he grabs her butt and moves her closer to him. She gasps and that was enough time for him to stick his tongue in her mouth.

Their tongues compete for dominance, which he quickly wins. She wraps her legs around his waist, feeling the bulge in his jeans. She moans in ecstasy as she feels her back being laid down on the bed. He presses his lips against her neck, biting and nibbling until he finds her sensitive spot. Even if she tried, she couldn't stop the moan from escaping. Althea notices him smirking during the kiss, but he quickly stops and looks her in the eyes. They're both panting heavily and out of breath after their intense make-out session.

He chuckled and said, "I knew it, sweetie, you can't resist me. Stopping yourself will only make things more difficult for you. "By the way, I love your moan; it's like music in my ear," Allan teased, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"You're mine, and I want you to remember that." He looks deep into her eyes before moving to her neck and kissing her once again.

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"Althea, it's been five hours since you've used the restroom; I've given you your privacy; now let me use the damn restroom," Allan yells from outside the door. Althea feels his rage and gets up, opening the door to leave the bathroom. Allan then moves past her, exhaling a sigh of relief.

She returned her gaze to the closed door, intrigued—even more so. Occasionally she forgets that he is still a werewolf capable of feeling. They are simply locked away, and perhaps one day they will figure out why.

Allan only came up to see if she was hungry the rest of the day. He attempted to convert Althea, but she completely ignored him. They were now both downstairs, relaxing on one of the numerous couches in the living room. She was surprised that he let her leave their room after their argument. She could tell he was still upset about what had happened. He treated her as if she were a possession rather than a person. Althea is used to being independent and in charge. He now has complete control over everything she does.

He sat in a leather recliner, while she sat on the loveseat. He had previously attempted to sit with her, but she did not want him that close to her.

Her wolf was overjoyed to be touched by him, but she will not allow it to happen again.

Allan passes in front of her and looks down at her. "Do you want to eat or do you want to starve?" he asks as he walks into the cramped kitchen.

He examines the fridge and finds nothing appealing. Most things appeared to be rotting in there anyway.

"I'm not hungry," she said, shaking her head, but she was the polar opposite of a stress eater at times. When she was stressed, she couldn't eat because she'd puke it up.

"Tsk, tsk, I know your wolf is hungry," he says as he pulls out his phone. It was the most recent Galaxy phone. He could afford that, but not a nice apartment, she frowns.

"Great. Too bad he is not one of that stereotypical rich guys; instead, I got stuck with a serial killer," she grumbled to herself.

He enters a phone number and begins dialing. "Hi- yes, I'd like that, please make it two and deliver it asap- okay, you know my address- thank you," he says before hanging up. That was a quick exchange. She assumed he had placed an order for food.

Her stomach grumbled, and she tensed, strangely embarrassed. Allan doesn't look at her, instead looking down at his phone, but she can tell he smirked at her. She sighed as she lay down, her gaze fixed on the blank wall beside the bed.

When someone knocked on the door, Allan got up to open it. She turns around to see some Korean food in his hands. He walks over to her bedside and hands her a small box without saying anything. She reluctantly accepts it and opens the box. It smelled fantastic. She took a look around and noticed rice, pork, peppers, and noodles. She then cracks the chopsticks apart with a light smile. Korean food will always be in my top three because it's so delicious and there are buffets everywhere where she lived.

They eat in silence, with Allan finishing way ahead of her. "What is your favorite color?" he asks, breaking the silence.

She stares at him, her mouth full of noodles. He looks her in the eyes and raises an eyebrow. She quickly swallowed the food and replied, "Grey," her voice shivering slightly.

"Hm, I'd think it would be pink or something, but mine is white," he remarks. She wasn't expecting such a pure color. "He's a monster black is better for him," she rolled her eyes.

"Favorite animal?" he inquires further as he was focused on his food. She doesn't bother asking why he's so interested; it's just something to take her mind off other things she'd rather not think about.

"Cat," she says.

"Mine is a dog," he hums before answering his question.

"What about your favorite food?" he inquires of another.

This one was simple for her: "Burger and pizza," she proudly declares. Talking with Allan in this manner felt natural. She didn't feel as if she was conversing with a psychopath.

"Weird. I like..." he pauses, thinking, "I have to go with beef steak," he says. That was pretty good, she nods. "Do you miss your home?" he asks abruptly, and she tenses. That was an abrupt change of pace.

She nods but wishes to speak now. This was a delicate subject, after all, he had taken her away from them. "Understandable; I understand," he says.

She looked at him, wind wondering about our family. "What made him the person he is today? His family had to have played a role, if not, then what?" she wonders.