Alpha's Cursed Mate novel Chapter 41

Estelle's POV

I had just been thrown into the shower by Lance, who said I smelled like someone else. I hadn't dared to tell him that this other person was Noah, I was afraid he would start the werewolf vs. vampire war early. As I was rinsing the foam off my body, Lance came right in. I rushed to cover my naked body with a towel.

"Get out!" I shouted at him, but Lance didn't care.

"Why block it, I've seen your body from the inside out." Lance pressed closer to me, the shower head dampening his hair and shirt. Dark strands of hair slid down to his face, and the stained shirt clung to his well-defined muscles.

Lance's hand went behind my back to turn off the shower, "You still not going to tell the truth?"

I gritted my teeth, not knowing if the consequences of speaking up were more serious or not. lance didn't give me time to think, his hands went through my armpits and knees and I was picked up by him straddling me.

I let out a short scream as Lance threw me onto the bed. "What are you doing?!" I moved to the other end of the bed.

But Lance grabbed me straight by the ankle and dragged me back, and I stomped on his chest with my other foot. He pulled a belt out of his closet and the alarm bells inside me were ringing like crazy.

"I've told you many times, this is what happens when you don't listen." Lance tied both of my ankles together with a strap and I pushed my hands against his face as he grabbed my hands and pressed them above my head.

"Where the hell have you been?" Lance's angry spit spills in my face. I hated being pinned down, and he made me want to say even less about what I'd been through. I looked up and bumped into the bridge of his high nose.

"Let go of me!" But that didn't make Lance let go. The skin on the bridge of his nose turned pink and a green halo loomed in his eyes.

"You asked for it." Lance tied my hands behind my back with another belt. He rolled my entire body over and my face was buried in the pillow.

Lance took off his soaking wet dress pants, even though I was still mad at him. But he moved like a fucking erotic performer. artemis howled in my head with excitement. He finished undressing and laid me on his lap, my breasts pressed against the firm muscles of his thighs. Lance lifted the towel from the base of my thighs and my hips came into direct contact with the air.

"You bastard." I squirmed on Lance's lap and he answered with a direct slap. A hot, painful sensation came from my hip.

"I'm a jerk, but you can't seem to see other people."

"No one is more annoying than you!"

"Very well, remember this with your body. I am your mate, no one else will touch you." The rough touch of the thin calloused caress of Lance's hand made me feel like an electric shock.

I felt Lance's burning skin against mine, "Pervert, you just like to bully people, don't you?"

"Don't you like it? Look how sensational you are."

"I didn't!" Another slap followed my reply, and I swallowed back the half-hearted moan that had been shouted out.

Lance pinched the flesh of my buttocks, "Still won't talk about it?"

I swear, if he lets go of my restraints, I'm absolutely going to punch him in his handsome face.

I refused to answer his question, and Lance rudely threw me off his body and back onto the bed. I stare at him as he pulls a small knife from the fruit tray, the blade reflecting a silvery glint. The back of the knife worked its way down my chest, the cold metal slicing across my skin, and I got goose bumps from the unfamiliar touch.

Finally the knife rested above the small of my back, and with just a slight push Lance would have the tip piercing my skin. the way Lance held the knife was like an elegant butcher. My breath caught, would he kill me?

Lance slowly slashed his palm with his knife, and blood slowly spilled from his palm.

"You're crazy." The sweet smell of blood mingled with the cedarwood taste of his body and my stomach protested.

Lance wiped his blood on my lips, "Say it, and I'll let you drink it all."