Provoking the beast

Eleanor had no idea why the poison was suddenly working on her, but she knew one thing. She could not let this happen. Henry was waiting for her, and she had to bring Jonathan and his little empire down. If he managed to control her, everything she had done so far would all be in vain. She closed her eyes and focused, fighting hard to remain sober even as her wolf spiralled out of control. Her skin was clammy with sweat from the exertion. However, even her efforts were not enough to stop a moan from slipping past her lips. Jonathan was surprised to hear Eleanor moan. Even better, her body had grown pliant beneath his, the fight draining out of her. It surprised him–he had expected to have to force her because the poison had no effect on her. But now, it suddenly seemed to be working. His eyes wandered to Livi’s dresser, where a few candles burned. They were scented candles that filled the room with a champignon smell, which could weaken a werewolf. He used the candles in all their rooms, and they helped him keep all the she-wolves under control. Unexpectedly, but much to his delight, it appeared that the poison had an effect on her once it blended with the champignon’s smell. With the other she-wolves, the poison alone was enough to mislead them into reacting to him as they would to their true mates. The champignon acted to keep them weak so that they would not be able to break from the spell of the poison. Beneath him, Eleanor spread her legs and ground her pelvis upwards, seeking him. He grinned widely as he thrust his hips against her centre, grinding into her core through her clothes. Finally, he would have a taste of her. This was only the beginning. He would take her and mark her and take her again until she forgot everything else. Her wolf would only know him, and she would have no choice but to follow her instincts. Once he was done making her his, it would be time to complete his mission. She would be right where she claimed to hate–beside him, helping him take everything he had ever wanted. His cock grew hard, and he could barely wait to drive it inside her. He let go of her hands and gripped her blouse in both hands. With a single pull, he tore it down the middle, buttons scattering onto the bed and some rolling to the floor. Next, he buried his face in her chest, moving his lips over the creamy tops of her breasts. One of his hands travelled downwards towards her belly. Eleanor arched her back and a needy sound left her lips. “Touch me please.” He was grinning again, unable to believe his luck. “I will,” he said, sinking his teeth into the fabric of her bra and pulling it downwards. “I’ll touch you all you want and make you feel so good.” Eleanor’s hand sunk into his hair, pulling him closer. “Yes, Henry. Give it to me.” Jonathan’s grin fell as her words registered to his mind. He lifted his head and glared at her face. But she wasn’t looking at him. Her eyes were closed, her face a picture of ecstasy. Her lips parted while he watched. “Don’t stop, Henry. I need you.” Angry, he gripped her jaw. “Look at me.” Her eyes shot open and looked him straight in the eyes. “You better stop calling that name,” he ordered. In response, she threw one leg around his waist and ground on him. “Don’t make me wait. Please fuck me, Henry.” Jonathan’s nostrils flared as his rage awakened. She was looking right at him. How could she confuse him for someone else? His grip on her jaw tightened. “Shut up, bitch!” Eleanor closed her eyes and threw her head back. “Oh, Henry. Please give it to me.” He moved his hand lower and wrapped it around her neck, squeezing her airway. “Shut up or I’m going to kill you!” “Henry,” she wheezed, “Henry…” “Fuck!” he cursed and let go of her. He rolled off her and off the bed, his face flushed red as he glared down at her. She writhed and reached out for him, that cursed name still leaving her lips. None of the other she-wolves had behaved like this with him. The moment he went to them, they were all over him, asking him to take them. It was his name they screamed as he thrust into them until he came. They would never dare to utter another man’s name. As much as he wanted to own Eleanor, his pride could not take her moaning another male’s name while he was the one with her. He did not want a piece of her. He wanted everything. Her body, her mind, her soul. He wanted to get rid of every thought of her current mate. Her body’s submission alone would not be enough for what he had in mind. To own her completely, he had to quickly get rid of the one thing in his way. Once he dealt with Henry, she would be completely his. He left the room, his mind racing with the next steps he planned to take to get rid of the Darkfall Alpha. Eleanor waited until she was sure Jonathan was not coming back before she rushed to the bathroom. Tearing her clothes off, she turned on the shower and stood beneath the spray, letting the water wash away his disgusting scent. The cold water also helped to calm down her wolf and bring her back to her senses. She could not believe she had managed to get out of that. Pretending to submit to him but calling him by Henry’s name had been a wild idea. She had known it would provoke him, but she hadn’t been sure of the result. Would he be insulted enough to leave her alone, or would it make him more angry and eager to punish her? Fortunately, he had reacted the way she had prayed he would. Now, she had another chance to take him down. But she knew her time was quickly running out. Not just for her but for everyone else outside. After what she had done, she knew he must be furious at Henry for getting in his way. His reaction would be to speed up his plan of attacking Darkfall and killing Henry. She would not let him. She did not know how to yet, but she needed to get in touch with Henry as soon as possible. She had to, or they would all be doomed.