Evelyn~
Theron wasn't the type of man who talked too much or acted flirtatiously like some cocky bastard. But once his wolf took over his body, his personality changed drastically.
He started smiling more and teasing me a lot. And when I said a lot, I meant a lot to the point where I started wondering if this was still Theron or someone else entirely wearing his skin.
I knew that sometimes, our wolves could take control when our emotions got unstable or when we were too caught up in desire, but an Alpha usually has the strength to dominate his own wolf.
Theron, though … was different.
For some reason, his wolf was more dominant than he was.
That's why, when the wolf took over his body, it was really hard for him to come back, at least, that's what I've noticed.
"Why are you looking at me like that, sweetie?" he asked.
Theron—or maybe his wolf. Honestly, at this point, it was hard to tell the difference. Let's just call him Theron for now—looked at me with those playful, hungry eyes.
The kind of smile that made me feel like he was mentally listing many naughty things he wanted to do to me and couldn't wait to put them into action.
"You know …" He rubbed my clitoris again, so slowly it drove me crazy. "… ever since the first time I saw you, I've always wondered what kind of sounds you'd make in bed."
I swallowed hard, trying to catch my breath. "You've already heard me," I whispered.
"No … not enough," he replied, tilting his head with a wicked smile. "I want to make you moan until you lose your voice."
He leaned in close, brushing his lips along my jaw. His voice was deeper and rougher, like the wolf inside him was speaking through him. "I want to ruin you so good you forget your own name … and only remember mine."
He pulled his hand away from between my thighs, making me frown slightly because he had edged me. What I didn't expect was that he suddenly took off his clothes so roughly that they ripped a little.
When he lowered his pants, I could see his manhood standing proud and hard.
My eyes widened instinctively at the sight. "No way …," I whispered in disbelief.
When I finally managed to speak again, I pointed straight at the massive thing in front of me. "How the hell did you even fit that in your pants?!" I practically shouted.
I hadn't noticed anything that big pressing against his clothes before, not even a hint.
Did he use magic? Was it some sort of enchanted clothing that hid his true size? A spellbound pair of pants designed to protect innocent girls like me from fainting on sight?
My wolf decided to chime in with a snort. "Innocent, my ass."
If she had eyes, I bet she'd be rolling them right now. "Just because the men you've met before had baby carrots doesn't mean you're some innocent maiden, honey."
I wanted to snap back at her, but I didn't get the chance because suddenly, Theron was already between my legs.
Wait. What?
When did he even move?!
"Wha—" I tried to speak, but my breath got caught in my throat as his hands slid along my inner thighs, spreading them even wider.
"How do you always manage to look this surprised?" he whispered with a smirk. "Did you really think I'd just sit there patiently after you pointed at my dick like it was some ancient treasure?"
Theron leaned closer, his lips brushing my ear. "You've got nowhere to run now, sweetheart. So stop pretending you don't want this as badly as I do."
And the thing was … he wasn't wrong.
My body was definitely begging for him. My core kept twitching like it was pleading for him to scratch an itch only he could reach.
But ... wasn't he a bit too big?
Technically, any wound I got would heal instantly thanks to my wolf's regenerative ability, but that didn't mean I wouldn't feel pain. And Theron had promised me—with that annoyingly serious face of his—that he wouldn't hurt me, not even a little.
I sighed inwardly. 'Men will always be men.'
Their sweet words always sounded comforting, but in the end, they only wanted one thing. And sometimes ... yeah, size really did matter.
"But it's his wolf, not him," my wolf reminded me, her tone unusually serious. "Do you really think the promise still counts?"
'Maybe …' I answered in my mind. 'Maybe he should try a little harder to keep that promise.'
Because honestly, his wolf was starting to scare me.
Just look at his eyes! He looked like he wanted to devour me, not in a sweet, romantic way, but in a ravenous tear-me-apart-and-lick-his-fingers-clean kind of way.
But anyway, it's not like I could suddenly change my mind and run away just because I was scared of his big … energy.
Besides, he was already positioned between my thighs, and the tip of his manhood had already slipped slightly inside my honeypot.
And that's when I realized something important.
"Wait, you haven't marked me yet," I reminded him. "Wouldn't it be better if you marked me first?"
"Oh sweetheart, don't worry about that." Theron—or whoever was controlling him—smirked slyly. "I can mark you anytime I want. The most important thing right now is to taste your body."
At that point, I officially found him annoying.
Taste this, taste that, as if I was a five-course meal. Where the hell was the real Theron?
His wolf was making me feel as dry as the damn desert. Even my heat suddenly died down because my sexual desire was completely overshadowed by how annoyed I felt toward his wolf.
"Wait. Wait. Wait." I tried to push him away the moment he started to push in deeper. He didn't even bother to ask about my feeling right now. "It hurts—nghh."
"You'll be fine," he groaned, clearly lost in the moment. "Damn, you're so tight. I'm starting to think you're still a virgin." Then his eyes lit up like he just had the world's worst idea. "Should I make you bleed a little, just to—"
SLAP!
I didn't even think. My palm flew across his cheek with all the strength I had. "Bring Theron back to me!" I shouted, my voice shaking.
I kicked him hard in the stomach and scrambled back until my back hit the headboard. My chest rose and fell in uneven breaths.
He winced, not from pain, but from pure rage.
After all, getting slapped while he was 'this' close to entering me probably felt like the ultimate humiliation instead of rejection.
"Why the hell do you want that pathetic coward?!" his wolf growled, teeth clenched, his eyes glowing with fury. "I can give you more pleasure than he ever could! You just need to trust the process!"