Chapter 97: Freshly F*****

Adeline’s pov~

"You—" thrust "—are—" thrust "—fucking mine!" Raven growled, punctuated by the brutal, unyielding slam of his body against mine.

Every single word was punched into my flesh, sealed by a deep, punishing strike that sent white-hot sparks shooting behind my eyes.

"Ahh...!" I cried out, my hands clawing wildly at his sweat-slicked back as his ruthless thrusts knocked every single thread of air from my lungs. But the anger in my voice instantly dissolved into broken, breathless hitches as the intense, stretching fullness drove me out of my mind but I managed to get the mumbled words out of me. "You’re... you’re a Royal Prince! There are... rules, bloodlines, the entire council—"

"To hell with the council, and to hell with the bloodlines!" he roared back, his voice stripped raw as he pulled back until he was nearly out before slamming back in with a violent, agonising depth. "Do you think I give a single fuck about their laws when I’m looking at you? Do you think any of their titles matter to me when my blood is screaming that you belong here, beneath me in my damn bed?"

"This is insane!" I sobbed, my head thrashing against the high-end pillows, my nails leaving deep red tracks down his shoulders as my body betrayingly pulsed around his length. "This is just your fucked-up jealousy! You saw another Alpha reach for my hand, and you completely snapped!"

"It isn’t just jealousy, and you fucking know it! If you don’t, then know it." Raven growled, shifting his grip to pin both of my wrists in a single iron fist above my head.

His body slammed against mine with every ruthless, agonising thrust, leaving no space between us, no air to breathe, and no room to fight back.

"You think I’d tear my own fortress apart for just any woman?" he snarled, his voice a gravelly rumble. "You think I’d let my wolf take complete control over a simple point of pride? Look at me, Adeline! Look at what you’ve done to me!"

He accelerated into a blinding, savage rhythm, driving us both straight over the edge into complete, breathless ruin.

His hand loosened around my wrist and travelled down to my clit. His fingers circled my clit with ruthless precision, making my eyes roll back in pleasure. His big, thick, long cock stretched me impossibly wide.

My second orgasm crashed over me, as I came all over his length. He thrust into me through my orgasm, extending the sensation until he buried himself deep inside me and spilled his cum inside me. He pulled back with a satisfied smile as he looked down at my exhausted, ruined and completely claimed body. He rolled over, pulling me with him, against his chest.

He reached out, his broad, calloused fingers gently tucking a damp strand of hair behind my ear before wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling me flush against his rock-hard chest.

"You’re exhausted," he whispered against my forehead, his heavy breath warm on my skin. "Sleep."

I lay there for a second, my heart hammering against my ribs, before the reality of where I was crashed over me like ice water. I placed my palms against his chest and pushed back, staring up into his dark eyes.

"I need to go back to the dorms," I said silently, my throat so raw the words were barely a thread of sound.

Before Raven could growl out a refusal, a sharp, thunderous knock rattled the heavy wooden door.

My body instantly went rigid. My breath caught in my throat as my eyes snapped toward the entrance, terror spiking through my blood. Raven didn’t flinch. His dark gaze remained pinned to my face, narrowing into a lethal slit before he slowly turned his head toward the door.

The knocking came again, louder, harder, practically splintering the thick wood.

"Open the damn door, Raven! I know you are in there!"

The voice tore through the heavy silence of the room.

It was Blake.

But it wasn’t the teasing, playful Blake who threw easy, playful smiles and teasing comments my way in the hallways. His voice came through in a rushed, rough growl, laced with pure desperation, anger, and a dark, suffocating seriousness.

"Fucking open the door, Raven!"

Raven’s gaze snapped back to me, darkening until his eyes looked like hollowed-out obsidian. He looked down at my body, completely naked, my unfastened bra clinging messily to my chest, my skin flushed red and thoroughly marked by his hands. A dangerous, possessive shadow crossed his face as he stood up in one fluid motion, reaching down to yank me up by my arm with him.

"Grab your things and get inside the bathroom," he commanded, his voice a low, lethal murmur. "Stay there until I call you out."

A cold, bitter laugh welled up in my chest. Of course. He wanted me to hide. He wanted to shove me into the dark the second real-life consequences came knocking at his door. He didn’t want the other Princes to know he had just taken a wolfless, scentless defect in his bed.

I leaned in close, keeping my voice low so Blake’s sharp Lycan ears outside couldn’t catch a single word.

"See? This is it," I said, my voice blunt, completely drained of emotion as I stared right into his lethal eyes. "You’re afraid. You’re afraid of someone else finding out about this... about what you just did to me."

Raven’s jaw flexed as he stared down at me. "Watch your mouth, Adeline."

"No, let’s be honest for once," I whispered bitterly, gesturing down at my bare, ruined body.

"You’re afraid of someone else finding out about... about what we just did. You don’t want others to find out because you know the consequences. You know the pack will stand against this, you know the council will tear you apart for even thinking about mating with a wolfless defect, and you are afraid of the rumours ruining your crown."

Raven froze. His gaze darkened.

In a split second, he closed the distance between us, his massive hand wrapping around my bare waist and slamming me flat against his bare chest. His face dipped until his burning eyes were locked directly onto mine, his grip so tight I could barely draw breath.

"You are completely wrong," he rasped, his voice dropping into a deadly whisper.

"You have no idea what you’re talking about, Adeline. You look completely, beautifully wrecked. You look freshly fucked by me, dripping with my cum. The marks on your collarbone, the slick on your thighs, my cum dripping down your thighs, the way your entire body is practically vibrating with my scent... goddess. As much as I would love to stand here and watch you like this. I would have to tear the throat out of anyone else looking at you like this."

"So unless you want me to turn this corridor into a bloodbath, unless you want me to rip the hearts out of every single bastard who lays eyes on you right now... take your fucking clothes, and get your ass into that bathroom."

He released my waist, his dark eyes flashing with a silent, lethal promise that he meant every single word.

I scrambled blindly across the cold stone floor, my fingers trembling as I grabbed my jeans and dragged my oversized hoodie off the floor where Raven had carelessly tossed it. I didn’t even pause to pull them on. I just clutched the bundle of clothes tightly against my bare chest and rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me.

Before closing the door, I caught a glimpse of Raven smoothly pulling his dark pants back up over his hips, his carved, bare chest still flushed and slick with sweat. He didn’t bother reaching for a shirt.

The lock clicked under my slick fingers inside the bathroom, and I backed away, pressing my spine flat against the cold marble sink. My breath hitched, my heart hammering like a trapped bird against my ribs.

On the other side of the bedroom, the heavy oak door creaked open as Raven unlocked it.

"What the fuck took you so long to open the door?" Blake’s rough, volatile growl.

"What do you want, Blake?" Raven’s voice cut through the air, cold, flat.

I pressed my ear against the cool wood of the bathroom door, holding my breath. I could picture it clearly: Blake standing on the threshold, staring face-to-face with the Second Throne’s Prince. Raven had quickly yanked his dark pants on before answering, but his upper body was still entirely bare, sweat-slicked, broad, and visibly marked by the chaotic heat of what had just transpired and the crescent moon marks from my nails on his shoulders when I gripped it so hard in pleasure.

Blake paused for a fraction of a second, his sharp Lycan instincts undoubtedly registering the suffocating, heavy layer of Raven’s scent and arousal that flooded the hallway. But the panic overriding his system didn’t give him time to parse it. He shoved past the hesitation, his voice dropping into a raw, desperate edge.

"Adeline is missing!" Blake blurted out, the words echoing sharply through the quiet suite.