"You want to see what I’m capable of?" Frederick snarled, yanking the belt free from its loops with a hiss that split the air. His knuckles whitened around the leather. For the first time, my body truly registered the danger—he was twice my size, carved of muscle and burning humiliation. Yet I refused to let him taste fear. I stood my ground, chin lifted, eyes locked on his. Defiance radiated from me like fire, even as his fury thickened the air.
With shaking rage, he fumbled with the buckle, unzipping his trousers. In one vicious motion, he shoved them to his knees. My gaze dropped, deliberate. White briefs. His cock outlined against the thin fabric. He wasn’t hard—not yet—but the size was obvious. Thick, long... the kind of weapon men boasted about. The kind women were expected to worship.
But I didn’t flinch. I tilted my head, lips curling in a razor-edged smile. "So this is it?" My voice dripped venomous sweetness. "I was right. For all your swagger, for all your boasting, your cock is really... small."
His nostrils flared, jaw locking as fury scorched his features. I stepped closer, mocking him with every word. "Do you know what’s worse, Frederick?" I purred, my tone sliding from playful to cruel. "The triplets’ cocks are twice your size."
His chest heaved, fists clenching, but I didn’t stop. I leaned in, my face a breath from his. "I’m sorry, my Lord, but I don’t take small cock. Not yours. Not ever."
The silence that followed was venomous, his humiliation complete. His face twisted, the belt tightening in his hand like a blade poised to strike. But I only smiled wider, refusing to bow.
The belt clattered against the floor as his fury boiled over. In one brutal surge, Frederick seized my wrist and slammed me into the wall. My palms smacked the cold stone, the impact rattling through my bones, but I didn’t cry out. My wolf snarled inside, demanding I rip his throat out, but I restrained her, lips curving in a faint, taunting smile. Let’s see what you can do when pushed.
He pinned me there, his breath harsh at my ear, the sharp tang of rage bleeding from him. His hand trembled as it slid down my back, clawing at the fabric of my gown. Then—rrrip.
The sound shattered the silence as easily as the silk. My gown split open, falling loose until cool air kissed heated skin. Another savage tug and the neckline tore. The gown sagged in tatters, sliding from my shoulders until I stood half-bared before him.
My wolf raged, growling deep in my chest, but I raised my chin higher, calm. Nudity meant nothing to a werewolf. Skin was skin. Weakness was thinking otherwise.
Frederick froze when his gaze dropped to my exposed back, the thin lace strip of my panties revealed. His breath hitched, a guttural sound tearing from his throat. A groan. Raw. Hungry. Frustrated.
I felt his body tremble behind me, but I didn’t move, didn’t give him the satisfaction of fear. I stood still, palms braced on the wall, my head turning just enough to flash my smirk. "Is that all, my Lord?" I whispered, my voice pure mockery. "Tearing gowns and groaning like an animal? Show me then—or admit you’re nothing but noise."
His reply came swiftly, the crack of skin against skin. Smack. My ass burned from the spank, the sound echoing in the chamber like a brand of his fury.
I scoffed. "That’s it? A slap?" A sharp, cruel laugh spilled from my lips. "I’ve felt fiercer swats from puppies."
A growl rumbled in his chest. He pressed closer, his cock grinding through thin cotton against my ass. His breath came hot, ragged, his voice breaking in a groan. "You shouldn’t push me, Olivia..." His hips ground harder, the pressure undeniable. "You don’t know what I’m capable of."
I tilted my head, smirk never fading. "Oh, I know exactly what you’re capable of. Noise. Groaning. Pretending."
He groaned again, louder now, his hips moving in slow, frustrated circles. "I’ll fuck you," he rasped, his breath scorching my ear, "and when I’m done, you won’t be able to use your legs."
His groan tore out, guttural, almost pained, as his hips rolled against me, desperate for friction. His hands clutched my hips like anchors, but I arched slightly, letting him feel me before sliding just far enough away to deny him.
He groaned, desperate. His cock, once soft, now hardened, straining against cotton as he rubbed harder, hungrier. It swelled, thick and heavy, his body betraying him as I mocked him.
A laugh slipped from me, light and cruel, my eyes glittering as I glanced back. "Oh? That’s what you call hard? My, my, Frederick... I’ve seen bigger lying limp."
His cock throbbed against me, betraying him with every pulse. I stayed still, letting him grind, letting him humiliate himself. His breath came ragged, control slipping like sand through his fingers.
A low, mocking sigh escaped me. "Listen to yourself. Gasping, groaning, rutting against me like you can’t help it. Do you know how pathetic you sound right now?"
A harsh groan ripped from him, guttural and raw, as if my words fanned his fire. His hips jerked harder, the bulge of his cock pressing and sliding along the curve of my ass.
"Pathetic," I repeated, dragging the word like venom. "All that power, all those allies waiting outside, and here you are... reduced to this. Grinding like some desperate pup who’s never had a woman’s touch."
He groaned again, guttural, pressing harder, the heat of his erection grinding against me. His hand slid lower, fingers hooking the lace of my panties, tugging as though desperate to rip them aside.
And that was when my smile vanished. Enough. The game was over.
With a burst of strength, I shoved back, tearing from his grip. He stumbled half a step, caught off guard. I spun on him in a single fluid motion, my hand flashing up before he recovered.
Crack. My palm met his cheek with a sharp, brutal slap. His head snapped sideways, a red mark blooming across pale skin.
I stood tall, my chest heaving, my eyes blazing into his. My wolf purred at his stunned silence. "Touch me again, Frederick," I whispered, venom coating every syllable, "and I’ll do more than slap you."