Chapter 21

Zailah

I sighed at the soft bedding. It felt like lying in a cloud. It was so comfortable. I yawned and stretched out, but my hand was caught on something. When I opened my eyes I was in a bedroom I didn't recognise. The second thing was Remus lying in bed with me with a fierce look in his blue eyes. My eyes ran down his neck and chest, and I saw that he was naked. I blinked when I realised that I was too.

The memories came flooding back to me. Everything to the point that he had bitten my neck in a forest. I touched my neck, but I didn't feel any puncture wounds. I gasped when I remembered my mother, I’d seen my Mum. I closed my eyes momentarily to picture her and how she looked. My mother’s blessings and love were still with me.

“Good morning, you slept longer than I anticipated,”

Remus said, breaking my focus.

I opened my eyes to glare at his smiling face.

“It must pain you when you're wrong about something,”

I snapped at him. “If you can’t let me die in peace, then I want out of this place.”

His eyes narrowed in on me, and a scowl appeared on his face.

“Impossible,”

he said as he raised an arm in the air, but mine followed his arm until I saw he had handcuffed us together. “This is the consequence of almost dying on me. I will be with you every second of every day.”

“I’d rather be back in my cage, and don't you have a job to return to?”

I said before I pursed my lips together and tugged my hand.

“I have a few jobs, but my employees currently manage them. This is the perfect time to—become better acquainted,”

he said as he moved on top of me.

I gasped because his dick was hard, and it lay on top of my stomach like a policeman’s baton.

“Do you know how much I wanted to fuck you after chasing you through those woods?”

he murmured as he pinned my handcuffed arm down. “You can't deny that I smell good to you.”

My lips parted, and my eyes widened with surprise at his fucking audacity. But then I inhaled his aroma. He did smell good, too good. I scrunched my eyes up as I scrutinised him with suspicion.

“What did you and that fucked up doctor do? How long was I out for?”

He pushed his legs between mine to force himself between my legs.

“You were in a coma for two days, and we didn't do anything,”

he said as he lifted his chest off mine only to look at my breasts.

“A coma?”

“Yes, you were a very bad girl,”

he said in a husky voice as he rubbed himself up and down my belly. “God, you were made for me. How did I miss it?”

He tried to lower his face to kiss me, and I moved my head away.

“Are you fucking delusional? Get off me, you big oaf,”

I said as I tried to push him off with my free hand.

He pulled my cuffed hand away and rolled me onto my stomach, only to trap my hand under his at my lower back. I felt his dick rest between my ass cheeks.

“Oh, I intend to get off alright,”

he said as he spread my ass cheeks apart and began to slide his dick between them.

Before I could react, I heard him spit, only to feel it land on my ass. The shameless perverted bastard began to fuck himself using my ass. He groaned as his grip tightened on the fleshy part of my ass.

No matter how hard I tried to stop myself from reacting, my pussy clenched in anticipation as I felt the thick length of him against my back. When I tried to wiggle and pull my hand, he pressed the weight of his body on me.

“No, you feel what you do to me. Do you think I can't smell your wet cunt? Mmm, that sweet delicious cunt is beginning to drip for me,”

he said as he rested his head on my shoulder.

“Oh my God. Stop it,”

I said shakily when I finally found my voice.

“I will if your pussy is dry,”

he said with a chuckle in my ear.

He paused his movements and burrowed his hand beneath me. When his fingers began to rub along my pussy and clit my cheeks burned in embarrassment. We could both feel how wet I was.

“Yeah, I didn't think so,”

he said before he resumed his thrusting motions against my ass, but he removed his fingers from my pussy, and I almost protested.

I felt him spit on me again as he continued to rub himself along my ass and asshole. The conflicting feelings of hatred and need made my stomach lurch. I bit my lip from saying anything stupid because I needed to cum. It had been so long.

“Ah,”

he gasped. “You have a magnificent ass. It’s why I loved to watch you crawl so much. I’m going to fuck your asshole one day, Zailah. Oh, yeah, like this.”

I groaned and put my face into the pillow when suddenly he moved his dick away from me, and I felt his hot cum spray up my back as he moaned my name. He rubbed the wet tip along my pussy, and I froze, but I felt more of his cum cover my pussy. I gasped as I felt the tip enter my pussy, but he didn't go any further.

“I’m going to enjoy having you chained to me,”

he said with a sigh before he began to rub his cum into my back.

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“There is no more silver in her system now,”

the doctor said. “I’m going to work on the samples that were extracted from you both.”

Remus nodded and tugged my arm until I reluctantly moved behind him. The lab didn't hold any pleasant memories for me, but it was the fact that he was dragging me around like a prisoner since I was still chained to him.

He’d taken them off long enough for me to put my T-shirt on, but he refused to let me shower, saying he liked how I smelled like him. It made me think of him rubbing his cum into my skin. All day, he wore nothing but his shorts, and it distracted me by having him so close to me but half naked.

While we had lunch, he told me the window was being repaired. He showed me various parts of the asylum, and it didn't look so sinister. The laboratory was what gave me heart palpitations.

It was disturbing for me to have him be pleasant to me. He told me there would be no more testing my tolerance to silver or how fast I could heal again. When I asked why, he said the remaining tests would be done on him. I might not have believed him, but Dr Lawrence had injected him with the same DNA molecules as he had done to me.

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He uncuffed us, and I rubbed my wrist. The metal didn't irritate me like the collar had. When I saw his wrist, he had marks around his. It seemed my body was becoming tolerant to silver, so the gene editing had worked.

“No,”

I protested when I saw him pull a longer-chained pair of handcuffs.

“Yes,”

he said as he snapped the new cuff onto my wrist before doing the same on his.

“You had these longer ones the whole time, didn't you?”

I accused him.

“Maybe,”

he murmured as he sat back on the bed. “What are we watching?”

“Nothing,”

I snapped at him. “If you're not letting me go, put me back in the cell.”

He was trying to mess with my head, and I’d rather go back to him ignoring me. The truth of the matter was my body was reacting to his proximity, which appalled me since he had done nothing but torment me since I’d met him.

“And put a fucking shirt on while you're at it,”

I snapped at him.

“I can't. You know our bodies run hotter as werewolves,”

he said as he rubbed his chest, drawing my eyes to his muscled pecs.

“It wasn't a problem for you before,”

I said as I dragged my eyes away from his bare chest.

“I feel hotter when I’m close to you,”

he drawled.

I scoffed at him because I wouldn't trust anything he said or did. I sighed and got under the covers to go to sleep. The longer chain allowed me a little more freedom. He couldn't keep this pretence up for long since he had a foul temper.

“That’s a great idea. Let’s go to sleep,”

he said, turning the lamp off.

He put his arm around me and pulled me into the middle of the bed.

“You were so close to the edge. I didn't want you to fall off,”

he said as his warm body pressed against mine.

“Unbelievable,”

I muttered when I felt his hard dick press against the curve of my ass. He wore shorts, but they were a thin jersey material, so I could feel the heat his crotch radiated.

“You know, there is a saying. Be careful. The devil has a pretty face,”

I said caustically.

His arm tightened around my waist, and he put his head over mine.

“You think I’m pretty?”

he asked with amusement clear in his voice.

“No! You’re missing the point. I think you are the devil sent from hell to torment me on this earth,”

I said in exasperation.

He didn't respond for a moment, but he buried his face in my hair.

“I've watched men with principles fail time and time again. I would rather be a devil and a villain in your story because you should know I have no such principles that will ever stop me from owning your soul. Twice, death couldn't keep you away from me. What does that tell you?”

A chill ran through me, and my heart began to pound rapidly. It was the fact that I believed every single word that came out of his mouth.

He was the fucking cause of me nearly dying twice.

“You clawed my face and gut. If you were anyone else, I would have ripped you apart and feasted on your flesh,”

he whispered against my ear. “You are mine, Zailah. Accept it because I have no intention of letting you go. Ever.”

He rolled me over and climbed on top of me. I could see his face in the dark, but his blue eyes looked almost white.

“If I'm the devil. Then you, my dear, are the Queen of hell,”

he said before his head swooped down and lips claimed mine.

I clamped my mouth shut, but he placed his hand over my jaw and forced my mouth open until his tongue pushed into my mouth. His tongue danced against mine with slow and soft movements. I bit down on his tongue, but he forced my jaw open again. He kissed my upper lip and rubbed his tongue against it.

“Do whatever you want. Nothing is going to stop me from fucking you into oblivion tonight,”

he murmured before he nipped my bottom lip.

I felt his fingers move to my neck and grip my throat as he plunged his tongue back into my mouth. His breath was as erratic as mine.

This is what madness must feel like.