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Rygan was in a rut.

Elise was frozen by the fact that his body was in a rut while they were trapped in a dungeon; it was dangerous for him to be unguarded and so powerless to his feral side right now.

“Elise, mate,” he grunts, his breath getting hotter as Elise approaches closer to where he sits up. She raises her arms to palm and caresses his face in her hold, feeling how warm his skin

was.

“Rygan, look at me. Can you control it? You have to,” she mutters to him. She held his face, peering at his gaze and studying his storm-grey pupils that were now dilated and glazed with lust.

His temperature was getting hotter, and it wasn’t good for the healing. “*k it can’t-ugh,” he groaned Elise felt panic take over as she didn’t know what to do at that moment. If it was anything like the first time they met in that dark cell, she knew it wouldn’t take long before he completely lost himself.

They were just an earshot from the door, but he couldn’t hold his lust any longer as he lunged for her, hissing from the soreness of his arm as he began to nibble on her ears as a kiss to her nape, taking a deep whiff of her scent.

His hands caressed the narrow, sensitive line down her spine that caused a shiver to erupt in her as she bit back a moan. If his rut was like the first she experienced at the dungeon, he was going to be possessive very soon.

“I’m sorry, we shouldn’t be doing this, not here, not when our son…ugh! F**k,” he groans out, Elise knew this wasn’t his fault; it was their feral nature to react to a mate’s pheromones.

Elise knew this was a completely messed-up situation, but she needed to do something to soothe his pain.

“Rygan, look at me; I will help you,” she whispered. She looked down only to be met with his raging, hard member that sprung up. He dipped his head into her nape, taking another deep scent that he inhaled.

Even the dirt on her skin couldn’t hide her sweet lavender scent from his wolf, who yearned for more. He lets out a hiss when he feels just a flick of Elise’s fingers on the tip of his aching c***k.

“Hmm, do that again,” he hummed in a whisper down the neck. This time Elise dipped again, feeling that hot, wet pre-c**m on the top of his member that twitched from her touch.

She scoops that rich juice, smearing it over his c**k as she starts to pump slowly. His breath was shallow as Elise knelt right in front of him, her head hovering over his shoulders, with their heads joined together. “More… I want to take you; I want to bite you, mine,” he snarled.

That possessive tone of his sets her insides on fire; she feels her sex drenched from his heated breath. Rygan’s hands explored under her vest as her hands pumped his **k.

She feels goosebumps rise on her skin when she feels Rygan’s hands palm one of her heavy breasts in his hold, his index and thumb take her hardened nub and pinch it, eliciting a moant from Elise.

A moan that Rygan quickly sank in with a kiss, he devoured her mouth, taking in her sharp. whimpers with another pinch to her other nipple. Elise indulged in the painful pleasure as his hands pumped faster in his twitching c***k.

This is so messed up in so many ways, but she couldn’t stop her body from reacting to his

fate.

She feels c**k twitch as ropes of **m shoot out, staining the door and her hands. Rygan growled in response to his climax that Elise drank in with neither steamy nor filthy kiss; they were in a dungeon, yet all their inhibitions were gone in that moment.

Their breaths calmed at that very moment, their eyes opening to meet each other’s gazes. Elise was drenched and ready for him. “I want you in me,” she whispered. That was all the words he needed.

Rygan reached for her shorts, pulling them from her legs till they pooled by her ankle since she couldn’t get them off because of the chains; they were tangled in limps as Rygan held on to her waist.

Steadying her body as he lined up his raging hard member into her sex and sheathed it completely. Their moans were m**d by another kiss; the pace was hard, fast, and filthy.

Elise knew it was wrong doing this, getting into bed with him again, but a part of her needed to feel him, needed that assurance he was still here, her wolf needed him, and even though her mind was rid of the guilt that Hayden’s body wasn’t even fully cold yet and she had jumped back for Rygan’s affection.

But her heart wanted more than her mind at that moment, and she wanted pleasure and pain. She drowned in that pleasure, biting her lips with every slam of his large member that hit her insides; it was a welcome pain she relished in, tears spilling from her eyes.

She had to bite her lips when Rygan moved to her nipples and nipped one of them. He had fully raised her top, biting and sucking down her plump breast and hardened nub, a welcome

pain she drowned in over and over again.

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She feels Rygan twitch in her sex. Her aching sex clenched on his ***k elicited a moan from Rygan; this time-wise bends to take his lips into a kiss. “I need to mark you; I need to,” he muttered.

His hands move to her neck, but he growls in annoyance when he sees the spot his wolf wants to mark is covered with chains. Elise is lost in the pleasure as she rides her wave of or**m and feels the hot sputters of Rygan’s c**m in her sex.

He raises her hand, kissing along her wrist till Elise opens her eyes, seeing Rygan had marked a spot to bite, but just as he was about to spear out his canine, let that wicked power flicker in his eyes.

He hissed as his chain burned from it. Elise hugged him. “Stop Rygan, you will only hurt yourself,” she warned. He grunted in return, his wolf not liking that they didn’t mark what was theirs. ‘D***n these humans. He thought of it as another reason to kill thèm.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She peers at his ruby-red eyes until they flickered back to normal. A sigh of relief leaves her body, but her forehead creases in confusion from his next move.

Instead, he takes her left hand, taking her ring finger in his mouth and biting the end of it round to form a ring marked with his teeth; now the mark looks like an eternal ring around her finger. Elise feels a relished shiver, bathed in awe as he licks it.

She feels a heated sensation run down her body as he bites her finger-a looking experience that makes her inside heated as she watches him clean the blood off.

But as their breath stilled, that intense lust had died down from the hot and filthy sex, and his cock was still deeply buried in her as he took her lips into another kiss before she pulled away and wore her pants back.

But this time she doesn’t go far, sitting right beside him till Rygan leans his head on her shoulders. “I’m sorry,” he croaks out. His voice is back to normal, filled with pain.

Elise felt a tear slip from her face; even in this condition, their fate was still entwined and their wolves fated to each other; she knew he wasn’t to blame, not when a part of her wanted it to.

“Don’t be… it’s not your fault, and we can’t help our wolves be drawn to each other.” She says, “You know this reminds me of the time we met at the Darknight Pack; you were Kyren’s champion,” she muttered with a sad smile.

She recalled how he took her innocence in that dark cell, no different from this: “I still have

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to repay that b**d tenfold for what he did to you,” Rygan muttered.

“What he did to us, don’t worry, he will pay when we get out of here,” she muttered. She hears the whispers and snickers from the door-the humans talking about a party going to be held in celebration of their deaths.

“We are going to get out of here, and I have a plan,” she assures him. “But you might not like

it.”