Chapter 27
Zailah
I couldn't believe he had branded me as his. He was waiting for me to throw a fit, which made me repress my feelings, something I had become an expert at in the last month. I couldn't deny that the wolf was a stunning piece of artwork, but the words infuriated me.
Property of Remus?
“Don't you like it? I love mine,”
he said as he rubbed his chest.
Our skin was fully healed. when I glanced at my name running along his chest and ribs, it was hard not to acknowledge his fixation. My wolf was portrayed viciously with its claws out and leaping in the air. My fangs looked extra white, and the artist gave me amber eyes. Those colours stood out against the black fur of the wolf.
“Why don't you add ‘Property of’ along the top here?”
I asked as I traced my finger along the top of my wolf since my name was beneath the image.
“I don't think so. I like mine as it is,”
he said with a smile.
I wanted to rant and rage at him for permanently marking me with his words.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,”
I snapped at him and turned to leave. “I'm going for a walk.”
“I’ll join you,”
he said as he followed me.
We walked along the beach in silence, giving me time to evaluate the current situation. I would be sad to leave such a beautiful, warm destination. We would leave Spain tomorrow, and I wasn't looking forward to returning to the asylum. It was a dark place with even darker memories in it for me. It would be cruel of Remus to grant me such beautiful freedom only to snatch it away from me.
I glanced at Remus, who looked lost in his own thoughts. His eyes were on the sky, and I wondered if he was disappointed that there was no way to remove our connection to the moon and the difficulties that came with the blood moon.
Personally, I thought he was making a mountain out of a molehill. If the wolf was so wild during the blood moon, it would be best to be left on an uninhabited island or another similar location. His need for absolute control made me nervous because he was using his tactics on me. Some of them were subtle, but I was wary enough to recognise them.
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I did a double-take when I got on the aeroplane. The interior was in three colours dark and light grey with dashes of white. I stepped inside, and the steward greeted us. I rolled my eyes when Remus put his arm around my waist and moved me away from the steward.
He wasn't just jealous he was insanely jealous. It explained his words of ownership on my back. I bit my lip when I thought of how used the restraints and anal hook on me.
“That was rude. He was only greeting us,”
I said as he shuffled me into the cabin. “How many private jets do you own?”
“He was looking at your tits. I have two jets, but this one has a bedroom,”
he said as he pushed me past the seating area and into the bedroom. “There is something about fucking you whilst being in the air.”
I glanced at the bed in the middle of the room and the small dresser, table and side table. It was a decent-sized bedroom for an aeroplane. The colour theme matched the rest of the aeroplane. He was ridiculously wealthy. I understood now how he could afford such advanced medical experiments. When I heard the lock engage, I turned to face him. He took his jacket off and put it on the table at the foot of the bed.
“Take your clothes off. Your scent is different today,”
he said with a sinister smile.
“What do you mean?”
I asked with genuine confusion.
He raised his head in the air and sniffed a few times.
“I will explain it later. Clothes off,”
he said as he unbuttoned his white shirt.
I didn't know why I tried to make sense of what he said and did. He was constantly plotting the demise of some poor soul. With a sigh, I pulled my black knitted dress off. At least I could wear clothes again. I feared that everything would change again at the asylum.
Remus was watching me as he pulled his shirt off, and seeing my wolf and name on him eased my fears a little. He has no other tattoos on his body. Perhaps past his delusions, he cared about me in his own twisted way. I unzipped my boots to remove them before I took my underwear off.
He sat on the bed, but he still wore his boxers.
“Come here, Zailah,”
he said quietly.
He was making me nervous, and I was on edge when I walked towards him. He pulled me closer and clamped his mouth on my breast, which made me moan. His fingers began to rub the entrance of my pussy before he pushed his fingers inside of me. I put my hands on his shoulders for support as I felt the plane lift off.
He pulled away from my nipple, and instantly, the cool air against the wet flesh made my nipple harden. He cupped my breast and began to kiss my other one before he sucked my nipple into his mouth.
My pussy tightened around his fingers, and I leaned into him. His hand moved from my breast to my lower back, where my tattoo was. He continued to rub my pussy while fucking me with two fingers, but I needed more.
He suddenly pulled away from me and licked his wet fingers, then smelled them. A smile began to form on his lips before he glanced at me. This is why he made me nervous. He was always up to something. His arm wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me onto the bed as he fell onto his back. His hands slipped to my ass as he gripped them tightly.
“So ripe and ready for my seed,”
he said as he rubbed his hard cock beneath me.
I was still pondering on his words when he rolled us over so that I lay beneath him. His fingers curled around my throat as his eyes bore into mine.
“No condoms, no birth control. It’s time for me to breed your cunt,”
he said as his fingers tightened around my throat.
I couldn't look away from his bright blue eyes. They were unusual, with a slight black outline and a light and darker shade of blue. His pupil was as black as his dastardly damned soul. He was living proof that evil wasn't ugly.
He rolled me over before he moved around the bed and pulled me into the middle. I was lifting myself up when he lay on top of my back. My heart sank as tears pricked my eyes.
“I’m infertile. I have polycystic ovary syndrome. The doctor confirmed this years ago,”
I said in a flat and distant voice. It wasn't something I’d given much thought to since my mum had died.
He didn't move or say anything for several moments.
“And you deny we weren't destined for one another. Your body regenerates, which means it repairs itself. No more talking or excuses. It’s time to fucking breed you,”
he growled beside my ear.