Oranges flames crackled upon a singular log in the large stone fireplace, as I sat cross-legged upon the cozy black fur pelts, wistfully staring into the warm flickering glow. Some dark storm clouds had rolled in from the eastern mountains, cloaking the night in starless black velvet. Callie was meowing her little head off over in the kitchen, while Haiden fumbled around to prepare her supper. I sighed and buried my face into my hands, wallowing in self pity.

I honestly had no idea how I was ever going to get out of here. The fact that I was stuck somewhere deep within the Moldavian forestlands, hours away from any sort of real civilization, being held hostage by a literal pack of bloodthirsty lycans, and had probably been declared dead by society was really disheartening.

...Why me?

I heard a clink, causing the sound of frantic mews to turn into quiet chewing, as Callie began to eagerly gobble down her dinner from a little stainless steel bowl. The next sound that graced my ears was that of something being poured into a couple of glasses. Haiden slowly walked over and sat down beside me, causing my heartrate to quicken and liquid heat to rush to my center. I didn't look at him though, keeping my eyes glued to the dancing flames.

...Damn him and his libidinous effect on me!

A glass of red wine suddenly invaded my line of vision, being held before me by a large masculine hand with short black claws. "If you're not going to eat anything, then would you at least like a glass of wine?"

A frown fell upon my face, while I stared longingly at his highly tempting offer. I didn't want to accept it because it came from him, but dammit, after all I'd been through, I needed a fucking drink. Begrudgingly, I reached my hand out to take the awaiting offering. Our fingers lightly touched as I wrapped my hand around the cool smooth glass, causing warm tingles to quiver up my arm, and flutter all the way down to my needy pulsating vagina.

"Thanks." I grumbled.

Haiden smirked, watching as I brought the sweet red nectar up to my awaiting lips, then he took a sip from his own glass... What a dickhead.

He placed his drink on the floor beside us, then slithered his hands along my shoulders, where he tenderly swiped my long dark hair over to my front and began gently massaging my back. I gritted my teeth in agitation then took a huge angry swig of the wine. It felt really fucking good, but I didn't want to admit to either of us that I liked it.

"Careful, my love, I don't want you getting drunk. Not on our first night together, at least." His hot breath fanned the exposed skin on my neck as he chuckled, causing goosebumps to rise up across my flesh.

"Maybe I want to drink myself into oblivion?" I bitterly retorted. "Do you really wish to deny me that one simple pleasure?"

His hands suddenly swooped around my upper arms and roughly cradled my pearled breasts, causing me to gasp and my drink to slosh. He pulled me taught against his hard chest, engulfing me with his sweet alyssum and birch wood scent. "I'd rather permit you a different kind of pleasure." His voice huskily crooned into my ear.

I hastily guzzled down more wine, trying to ignore the raging inferno of lust that had just erupted within my quivering lower stomach. "And I'd rather you go to Hell." I tried to sneer but accidentally sounded breathy and needy... Dammit!

He chuckled lowly, sending vibrations through my upper body. "No, I think you'd rather feel my cock sinking between your legs." His right hand began to slowly descend down my stomach, while his left massaged little tantalizing circles over my sensitive nipple. My breath got caught in my throat and my inner walls needily clenched. "To feel me dipping into your fountain of passion, filling you to the brim with every slow yet emphatic thrust. Quickening the pace until our pleasure spills over, as our souls euphorically eclipse in ecstasy." His head leaned in beside my face, then he sensually pressed a trail of hot opened mouthed kisses down along my jaw.

"The only trouble I'm having is deciding which way I'm going to take you first." He mummed, while his hand grazed over my center. "Shall I fool you into thinking that you have some control over the situation, by letting you bounce upon my cock? Or should I just get straight to dominating the fuck out you by pinning your arms above your head, while I repeatedly slam into that needy little cunt of yours?" His left hand suddenly wrapped around my throat with a gentle squeeze, while he pressed his rock solid member against my lower back. "I know for sure that I'm going to have to take you doggy style." He lustfully chuckled, while I literally soaked all the way through my underwear.

"Back off, Rover!" I abruptly ripped myself out of his grip, then furiously but gently, placed my glass on the floor while turning to face him. He looked downright delectable in the firelight, with his wolfish eyes gazing upon me with both intense heated lust and smug amusement.

He's so sexy, it makes me want to throw up...

The corner of his mouth lifted with a slight cocky smirk. "I know that you're going to love it when I take you, just as you're going to love me. And don't worry, I can assure you that I'll be much more pleasurable than a... toothbrush case." He teasingly chuckled, causing a blush so red that I could have been mistaken for an actual tomato to paint my cheeks.

...Dammit, I was really hoping that he wouldn't remember that...

Abruptly, he pushed me over, forcing me to lay on my back... "Oof" His legs swiftly straddled my hips, then he leaned his face close to mine with a predatory and possessive gleam. His hands swiftly locked my wrists above my head, holding them firmly in place. "Our souls are bound to one another, Isabelle. You cannot resist the love between us, nor can you deny the ever-growing need to make love with me."

I can't resist the "love" between us? ...Psssht, we'll see about that!

I hatefully glared up at him with my soft breasts heaving against his hard chest. "You're a fool if you think that this dumb mate bond will hand you my love on a silver platter. Because you're wrong, Haiden. Sure, I'll give you my body tonight, for no other reason than my own selfish pleasure, though. But if you want my love, then you're going to have to earn it."

A low rumble vibrated within his chest, and his strong hands tightened their grasp around my wrists. His lips smashed down upon mine with intense power and zeal, as he hungrily claimed my mouth with his. I fought back with my tongue, attacking with vehement fury that blurred the thin line between hatred and lust. Then he roughly pulled away and animalisticly snarled in my face, baring his long sharp canines.

"I accept your challenge, dragostea mea!" His hands sprung free from my wrists, then with an aggressive roar, he ferociously ripped the top of my dress right down the center, allowing my peaking breasts to be gilded by the golden firelight... Oh, snap! That was Crina's dress! "And the invitation to pleasure your body tonight!"