Chapter 3

Lusia The murmurs from the crowd that surrounded me didn't stop. I was trembling as I lay on the floor. The injuries from the shattered bottle of champagne now stung badly. I didn’t care about the people that were watching me. I had to feed my lust. My heat awoke something in me that I couldn’t control. My urges skyrocketed and I felt like I was on the moon. My vision was blurry, and I could still hear my Alpha, Finn cursing me at the top of his voice. My heart was thumping hard against my chest. I had seen this coming, that was why I had begged to be excused from tonight’s event, but he wouldn’t let me skip it. And now, I was bearing the consequences of my actions. My body was trembling and the heat between my thighs grew intense. I couldn't stop it. I couldn’t control myself. Since there was nobody else around, I was going to do it myself. I was going to touch myself. Satisfying my urges was my priority and I didn’t care about the situation I was in right now. With my trembling hands, I reached for the top of my dress and tore it apart. My breasts leaped free and one of them lay on the cold tile. I squeezed one of my breasts gently, sighing in relief and savoring the satisfaction it brought. All around me, I could hear the coos of disbelief. I guess I was tonight’s entertainment. There was no need for the ball anymore. I was shameless giving the crowd a run for their invitation. My other hand snuck into my dress and I reached for my clitoris. It was swollen already and when I touched it, a jolt of ecstasy ran through my spine. I cried out in pleasure, my voice echoing through the whole ballroom. The jazz music had stopped a long time ago. The chattering from the crowd had ceased ages ago as well. I was the entertainment and everybody was taking pleasure in that. I could hear the whispers from the crowd in irritation and disbelief as they watched me masturbate, but every shred of embarrassment I had faded away when I crashed on the ground. I was consumed by my lust and the need for it to be fed. And since there was nobody brave enough to step in to satisfy me, I took matters into my own hands, literally. “What are you doing?!” I could hear my brother yell from across the room. Though he was in the same ballroom as I, his voice seemed to be coming from far away. It looked like he wasn't talking to me. I plunged two fingers deeper into my walls and I groaned out in satisfaction. I was warm and wet, a heavenly combination. I was too busy plunging my fingers in and out of walls to notice the chaos brewing before me. I could hear the sounds of fists pounding on flesh and I swear I could hear Alpha Finn groaning. Was he under attack? It seemed so. But by whom? The Lycan King? I was confused. “Don’t. Don’t do it!” I could hear my brother beg. My eyes went up and with my blurry vision, I could see my brother lying on the floor with his tux stained with blood. His hair was ruffled and he had cuts on his cheek. There was no doubt that he had been beaten up. I could smell blood. It was his. The ballroom was quiet once more and the only thing that I could hear was the sound of intimidating footsteps that seemed to be coming towards me. My eyes managed to spot the attire of the Lycan king. He was coming my way. It seemed he was here to discipline me as well. I ruined the party for everyone. But that didn’t matter to me. All I wanted was to make sure that I was satisfied. As he walked towards me, I tried to recall his appearance and made a scenario of him, ramming his cock in and out of me with extreme savagery as I masturbated. The footsteps arrived before me, and before I knew it, I felt a strong pair of hands grab me, lifting me off the tiles. I looked up, and my blurry vision made out the face of the Lycan king. He took off his royal attire and wrapped it around my bare body, covering me from the peering eyes of everyone in the ball. His jet-black hair which covered his forehead made him look gorgeous. His icy blue eyes stared down at me, making my heart skip many beats. His well-chiseled chin was cocked to the side as he trained his eyes on me. I slipped my fingers from my walls and let them fall at my side. Before I realized what was going on, I found myself standing on my feet. My knees grew wobbly, but I could still feel a strong hand holding my shoulder. I leaned into him, my stomach churning, my chest heaving as the intensity of my heat came up again. A hard slap met my buttcheeks which stimulated me, bringing a sense of erotic satisfaction to me. I was tempted to tell him to do it again. The crowd who were watching in silence gasped at this. “Stay still,” he ordered. I obeyed, not knowing what else to do. My heels felt numb and almost nonexistent and I couldn’t help but lean on his shoulder. My grip on consciousness became fragile and before I knew it, I was being dragged out of the ballroom. I could feel the cold breeze of the night kiss my cheek and the sound of the crickets singing. I didn’t need to be told that we were outside. I could hear the sound of a car before I felt comfy. The strong grip of the Lycan king still held onto me, and I yearned for them to be inside me. “Sit still,” he urged. His voice as cold as the night’s breeze which sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel his strong hands exploring me. I could feel them on my breasts and couldn’t help but tremble in excitement. The intensity of my heat had reduced, but I still found myself yearning to be touched. And not just by anybody now, but by him. “Mmmh,” I heard him say, a mumble that hummed. I sighed as he reached for my clothes. His touch was strong yet gentle, and it made my skin tingle in excitement. I wanted him. I lifted my hand and placed it on his shoulder, his eyes came to mine, and through my blurry vision and with tears rolling down my cheeks from the intensity of my urges, I could see how icy his eyes were. Those blue eyes made my stomach churn. It made me go mad for him. I could feel the heat coming back. More intense than before. I couldn’t hold back the words that hung in my throat like a chunk of hot larva. My lips quivered as I finally spoke to them. “Fuck me,” I begged. His thin lips which complimented his well chiseled jawline stretched out flatly into a gentle smile. His reply was one I didn’t expect, but the way he spoke ignited a flame of lust that couldn’t be quenched easily. “Very well.”