Bullied Mate Of The Lycan Kings
Chapter 43

LILY'S POV

(Dubious consent in this chapter. please skip this chapter if you're sensitive to things like this.)

We need to talk, Lily. Meet me at the drawing room- Ren.

My eyes skimmed over the paper about a thousand times and I had to squeeze it to be sure that it was real even though it was obviously not a figment of my imagination but this past week had been so much for me, I could not even imagine what was going on right now. I just wanted everything around me to stop and give me a f*****g break.

Ren wanted to see me. He had tracked down my locker and slipped this note in. I should be impressed by the effort.

So even though my heart skidded to a halt and I felt a huge wave of anticipation low in my stomach thinking about what could possibly await me in the drawing room and what Ren might want to see me for. I could not ignore the fear that Ren might actually be just like his friends and that this was all a game to keep me distracted while his guys dealt with me.

It didn't make any sense because Ren had been nothing but kind to me since I met him but I could not overlook the fact that his best friends had been nothing but jerks to me and birds of a feather flock together, right?

Gosh, I'm not even making sense right now. Am I team Ren or against him?

Everything was so confusing and I did not even have Bia to talk to and hear her two cents on the matter anymore. I was so tired of being alone, of feeling like this, of having no one.

I was already past my breaking point.

And even though I knew that going to the drawing room to see Ren after blocking him and telling him to leave me alone was pathetic, I did not have it in me to reject what could be an act of kindness. I just needed to speak to someone and if Ren was offering after what I did to him, then I was going to take it.

Heart in my mouth, I made my way to the drawing room, my hope renewed and entered after knocking once, to announce my entry, but instead of Ren's smiling face, all that I was met with was a cruel menacing grin that definitely does not belong to Ren. Aiden...

There he was, sprawled on the beat up sofa like a cruel prince, stardust eyes pulling me into eternal oblivion.

I once said that he was a black hole and now more than ever, I could see why.

With just one burning glare, he was already pulling me into deep dark water where I couldn't think, move, breathe or speak.

"Well, well, look who we have here. Surprised to see me, Beauregard?" He grinned, "expected someone else?"

Fear had me rooted to the ground.

Run! My subconscious yelled at me, Run, girl! and my legs finally unfreezed.

I turned around to sprint out of there as I realized that Ren had not in fact reached out to me.

It was a trap.

Had he been in on it?

No. No, god, I'm such a fool.

My plan to escape was quickly extinguished because Sebastian blocked the door, shutting it before I could reach it and locking us all in.

When I looked at him in disbelief, given that he had been nothing but nice to me when I met him at the club, he shrugged with a smirk popping his knuckles. "No hard feelings, princess. What the king wants, the king gets."

"And like a dog, you're sitting at the table begging for scraps-" I didn't get to finish what I was saying because Sebastian backhanded me so hard, I fell to the ground.

I wheezed out a breath, my lungs closing in on me.

"Did I tell you to hit her?" That cold, ruthless voice drawled.

"Ai- Aiden?"

"Did I stutter?" He was rising from his throne, prowling towards Sebastian who shrunk under his master's dark gaze. Whips of darkness writhed out of him like snakes, hissing and snapping.

This must be his power. It had occured to me once or twice that Ren may not be the only one with powers. Twice I have seen these dark entities wisp out of Aiden and twice I had ignored it. But it was impossible to ignore it when the literal darkness was practically throttling his friend.

"I mistook my place. I'm sorry, Aiden."

"It's not me you should be apologizing to, Morellis."

Sebastian gritted his face and looked at me where I was still chilling on the dirty ground. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" Aiden's grin widened. He enjoyed this. He wasn't doing this for me. He was doing it for himself. He enjoyed the though of having so much power over Sebastian.

I looked at him in incredulous shock.

This guy... he was actually a psychopath. The sight of other people hurt, in fear, dominated over... I've never seen anyone smile so hard and so cruelly at these sights.

"For hitting you."

"Will it ever happen again."

"N- no... of course not."

Satisfied with his larky's answer, he dismissed him with a flick of his wrist. "Leave us."

I'll be lying if I said that I didn't exhale in relief knowing that one of them was leaving. I could probably take down Aiden with some luck on my side.

Ha! I stopped for a moment. All that's left is clown makeup and clown costume to complete my look.

Even without his ominous powers, I couldn't take out Aiden in a fight, even one that favoured me. A wolfless omega thinking she had a shot against a powerful alpha... I must really be losing it today.

"What do you want from me?" I sincerely hope my voice didn't come out as squeaky as it sounded in my ears.

"What do I want? I want you bleeding, crying, alone. Dead."

My heart skidded to a stop, my heart racing. Is he going to try to kill me here in school?

"That's what I want." He said, a little bit softer, stalking towards me, silver eyes reeling me in. He stopped until he was in front of me, towering over me by a few generous inches.

"So explain to me why I stopped Morellis from beating you to a pulp just now?"

His face scrunched into a frown as he pondered his own question. He looked honestly confused by his actions and I had already arrived at the fact that I was interacting with a mentally unstable psychopath. "I'll go. I'll lea-"

"Shut up," he hissed, his thumb stroking my lip, tugging on the healing bruise.

His breath hitched as he rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip, silver grey eyes narrowed in intense concentration. He slipped his thumb between my lips, his chest heaving up and down until he was panting heavily.

A thin trail of sweat dropped down the side of his face, disappearing into the collar of his shirt.

It's now or never, now that he's distracted.

I bit down hard on his thumb, expecting him to flinch back in pain and let me go long enough to get the f**k out of here.

Instead, the masochistic psychopath... moaned.

He actually moaned.

His lips curled up in a cruel smirk, his eyes darkened till it was gunmetal grey, "looks like you've got teeth after all?"

Annoyed and feeling a little more ballsy, I bit down harder, my teeth piercing his flesh. Metallic taste of blood stained my tongue. Good.

He hissed, an expression of pain finally registering on his face.

He shoved his thumb deep in to my mouth, his breathing ragged. He didn't stop until he was touching the back of my throat, triggering my gag reflex. I released his thumb, fighting for breath and when I was done coughing up my lungs, I looked at him only to see his darkened gaze locked on his thumb that had just been inside my mouth.

He was staring at it with an indecipherable expression, and then, he placed the thumb right on his tongue.

Heat warmed my cheeks. What the actual hell.

Taking a few steps back, I tried to run, but instead, he grabbed me, shoving me against the wall, my palms connecting with the wall. His body was a wall of heat behind mine, strong and warm as he tugged down the collar of my shirt hard. My heart stopped.

No. He'll know. He'll tell everyone.

I struggled against him as he examined the bite marks. "This is recent," he mused, eyes concentrated on the bruises on my neck. "Zac never makes the same mistake twice. And he never feeds from anyone except-" he caught himself immediately.

He gripped my chin hard, tugging me to face him as his eyes slashed to mine, maddening rage darkening them. "It's not enough that you took my family, now you're taking my best friends? Do you have it out for me, Beauregard?" "Just let me go. I promise to stay out of your sight."

"Too late for that now, princess," he rasped, his hand sliding up my thighs, "how about I put my fingers in some place you can't bite back?"

My eyes widened. My heart started racing.

"You won't be able to stop me, your pleas will be nothing to me. In Fact, I'm looking forward to seeing you cry and beg me. I'll get off on it. I'll come all over your face as you shed pleading tears. You'd like that, won't you?"

I hated the way my knees knocked together at the thought of it, what had to be false desire blooming in me.

"I- I'm sorry for hurting you. It won't happen again."

"Spare me your insincere apology." He brought his finger to my mouth again. "Suck." He commanded.

This time, I obediently took him into my mouth even as he added two more fingers, pushing it down my throat, in and out, in and out, not giving me a second to breathe.

My breathing was ragged and my hair was matted to my cheeks in sweat, tears and slobber.

I hated that a part of me felt my body alive with desire. A part of me wanted this. What did that make me? A masochist for wanting my bully?

"Good girl," he crooned, stroking my hair like one would stroke an obedient cat and I hated the surge of validation that exploded in my stomach. Eager to please him. In this twisted game of revenge and dominance he was playing, I was playing to leave as unscathed as I can, even if it means tricking myself into believing I wanted this.

He slipped his fingers out of my mouth and slid them between my legs. "Tell me you want this."

"Aiden-"

"Beg me for it."

"Please."

That voice. No, that needy moan. I'd have been horrified if I wasn't so desperate, so touch starved that I craved his.

"Please what, princess?"

"Please, put your fingers in me."

"And?" He urged.

I was panting hard. He had already slid his fingers underneath my panties, rubbing languidly on my c**t. I puffed out a shaky breath. "And make it feel good."

He let out an animalistic rumble from deep in his chest and he slid a finger into me, accepting the challenge.

Stars dotted my vision.

Oh... oh...

"f**k," he hissed, practically collapsing on top of me, "how are you so-" he blew out a breath that puffed against the skin of my neck, "so f*****g tight."

My body quivered with a mix of fear, anticipation and pleasure as he slowly worked his finger inside me, his touch igniting a fire that spread throughout my being. My breath hitched, and I arched my back, craving more of him.

Aiden's voice, deep and husky, filled the air again, his words causing shivers to run down my spine. In out, in out. The squelchy sounds it was making only added to make this more erotic than it should be. I was enjoying this. My body was enjoying this. "That's it, baby. Show me how much you want it."

His command resonated within me, awakening a primal urge I had suppressed all my life. I needed it, craved it like a drug. The ache between my thighs intensified with each passing second, urging me to abandon any inhibitions and surrender to the pleasure he promised.

Just for this moment. Just here, just now, just us within these closed doors.

He added another finger, further intensifying my pleasure. I'm going to die here. He's really trying to kill me.

With a gasp, I found my voice. "Aiden, please."

"Please what, sweetheart?"

I just- I didn't know how to explain it. It felt like there was something building in me. I was going to burst open. Right here, right now, if he doesn't do something about it.

Suddenly, he pressed down hard on my clit with his thumb, drilling his fingers at a ridiculously fast pace that had me shaking and crying and begging him.

My throat burned with unshed tears.

My words turned into a series of incoherent moans as the pleasure surged through me. Aiden's touch was relentless, driving me closer to the edge with each skillful movement of his finger. The world around us faded into oblivion, and all that existed was the raw intensity of our connection.

His voice, a seductive growl, echoed in my ears. "That's it. Let go. Give in to what your body craves."

The pressure on my clit intensified, sending electric shocks of pleasure coursing through me. I felt the coil of tension winding tighter and tighter within me, ready to snap at any moment. I knuckled my fists, as I teetered on the precipice of release.

I shouldn't want this. I should hate him. I should push him off. But I found myself begging.

Begging for what exactly? For a release. For sanity.

He suddenly growled, filled with a primal hunger that mirrored my own. He increased the speed and pressure of his ministrations, pushing me relentlessly toward the pinnacle of ecstasy.

The sensations became overwhelming, my body no longer under my control. Heat coiled in my belly, radiating outward, consuming me entirely. I arched my back, unable to contain the rising tide of pleasure any longer.

And then it happened. My world shattered into a kaleidoscope of sensations, a symphony of pleasure that washed over me in relentless waves. Stars exploded behind my closed eyelids as my body convulsed with the force of my o****m. Every nerve ending tingled, and I cried out his name, my voice a raw expression of the bliss that consumed me.

He immediately slid his fingers our from me, turning me around to face him. He was panting wildly. His eyes were filled with something primal. Something animalistic.

The tears broke out immediately I came to. Horror and revulsion washing over me.

What have I done? What did I just let him do? And of all the people, Aiden?!