CHAPTER 9. The Late night visit.
RYDER
“That's right, Ryder. I'm your would-have-been bride if you hadn't ruined everything with your insane speech. You can't imagine how embarrassed I was after that. I couldn't even come to greet the guests. I was riddled with shame!“
I shook my head, hating the ugly twist of event. This whole thing just took a turn to 'freaking - impossible!'
Standing and needing to put a distance between myself and her stench, I lingered towards my shelf. The smell of my newly, bought books rid me of her stench.
Nah, no way this was gonna happen. Another girl, I would have reconsidered. Another girl, I would have yielded to Father's request.
But not Ciara, not this Goddess-forsaken creature.
It was very typical of Father, I must say. I mean, it's understandable he'd wanna chunk Ciara down my throat. She was, after all, the only she-wolf he'd put respect on her name, aside from his late Luna, My Mum.
In his books, he was doing me a favour, pairing me up with the most iconic, young she-wolf of the pack.
But in reality, he was subjecting me to an eternity of torture and agony.
Ciara was hell. She was a walking disaster!
“Ryder…“ She closed up the distance in a blink. With her arms tightly wrapped around me, she was staring up at me. Her puppy eyes would move the iciest heart of any man, human or werewolf. But never mine.
“Fucking let go!“ I seethed.
“Let's do this. You and I, we're made for each other and you know it. It's about time you accept this fate of ours and stop your futile search for a destined mate. “
For her wrong choice of words and the audacity she spoke them with, I didn't feel a pang of pity when I roughly peeled her hands away from me.
“Get lost, Ciara!“
I made to walk away but she was hard on my tail. Before I knew it, her arms were wrapped around me again, from the back.
Her erect nipples grazing my back forced out a groan from me. It was not of pleasure but irritation.
“Please, Ryder. Let me be your wife. I'm the one she-wolf you've known the longest. We complement each other perfectly. I know I have all it takes to make you happy. Just give us a chance, that's all I ask. I promise to keep you happy, forever,“
To an onlooker, this could seem like a romantic, promising moment. But it was a far cry from that. The proximity was driving me nuts. Her arms around me felt like hot stakes were pierced into my body.
“You don't know the first thing about being a wife, Ciara. You're too dumb for that,“
“I know I can ride your dïck every night, every day. Whenever. However,“ Her voice was sultry, and on purpose, she rubbed her nipples harder against my back.
“Bitch!“ I cussed underneath my breath. My rage was building up in a scary tide. I'd hurl her out the window if it wouldn't turn out to be such a big deal later on.
“I'll suck your dïck and keep it sealed up safely inside my pussy all night. We'll have lots of great sex, I guarantee you that,“
“If I wanted a good humping, I'd visit a brothel. They offer better services than you ever will.“
“That's a lie.“ She moved her arms and herself, coming to stand in front of me now. Meeting my eyes, I could swear she saw the burning rage in them. But Ciara was too much of a cunt to acknowledge one's emotions.
You could be squirting fire at her and she'd still wanna have her way with you. Yeah, a real cunt.
She gave a sudden, naughty smile, nipping her lower lips. Her tongue stuck out in an awful, seductive manner. She licked her lips with it, slowly and enticingly.
She took a step back and with her eyes locked on mine, her fingers reached for the small knot of her gown. With a flick, she untied it and the gown cascaded to the floor. She was naked, with no panties, nothing. Stark naked.
I was unabashed by the nudity she was putting out. My eyes wouldn't take her in, not in the manner she wanted me to. Her slow twirls and the way she licked at her rosy nipples would get any man undone. But Ciara was just not that woman to get me aroused. She wasn't it at all.
Again, she clung to me, and with a fast move, she pushed down my pants, and my dïck popped out.
“OMG!“ She wheezed. “You got a boner! How long have you been like this?“
Her question fueled my rage and the angry twitching of my fingers. She was the most insensitive bitch. If she wasn't, she'd know making fun of a boner is sick. Especially when it's a boner that won't go away for a month now.
“Perhaps, did you become so hard from watching me?“ She giggled, her cheeks flushed with pinkish hues.
“You'd never be a reason behind my boners. And you sure can't ease it either. I'm too much of an insatiable devil. I doubt your little pussy can take all the heat,“
“Try me.“ Her long nails teased my shaft and I slapped her hands off. She grabbed me desperately. “Fuck me, Ryder. And before you turn me down for the hundredth time, do remember we'll be getting married. So eventually, you'll have no choice but to fuck me. What matters if you do it now or later?” She shrugged, oh-so smugly.
The bitch had no idea there wouldn't be a wedding between us. I'd rather wife a female Chihuahua.
She stood on her toes and placed a kiss on my lips. “Fuck me. Let me feel you inside of me. Cum all over me. Ride me hard and fast. Fuck me, please,“ she whimpered. The smell of her arousal filled the room. She'd finger herself if no dick goes into her tonight. She was too damned aroused to go to bed in this state.
My silence was concealing an ongoing battle between my mind and brain. I wanna wrap my fingers around her neck and stifle out her last breath from her. Let me throttle this bitch, Goddammit! But I couldn't. I fucking couldn't.
“You like this?“ She cooed, teasing the cap of my dick with her fingers. I'd caught her squatting to take me and quickly dodged her lips.
In a brash move, I lifted her and hurled her to the small couch. She fell with so much force her boobs plopped.
“Snap the fuck out of it!“ I gestured at the space between us. “This? Never happening. There's never gonna be an 'us'. Never!”
“Ryder, you in here?“ Jason's voice came alongside my door being creaked open. He didn't notice the situation until he shut the door and finally turned around.
“Holy shit! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt…shit!“ He spun back around.
Jason would certainly be feeling like crap right now. But I can't help but think his timing was perfect.
My dick was back into my pants and I threw Ciara her nightgown. She hadn't even made an effort to get dressed. She was sprawled on my couch as if she belonged on it.
“I'll leave you two alone…“ Jason began but I cut him off.
“No, Jason. You stay right there.“ I rummaged the table for my notepad and pen. “Your timing's perfect. Get this skank out of here.”
I brushed past him and left the study, leaving them both behind.
My bedroom had a moonlight gleam when I walked in. I headed for the balcony and when I checked, it was a half moon. The night was cool and refreshing. The air was soothing. I stood here for a while.
Jason's quiet footsteps lightened up my heart. He cleared his throat nervously but I couldn't turn around. I was emitting too many overwhelming emotions. It wasn't a good sight. My hands were rested on the rails and I was staring far into the night - at the neon lights from down the street, the rustling of the tree branches - I was staring at anything, but him.
“I'm sorry, Ryder. Whatever that was back there, I had no intentions to interrupt. I deserve whatever punishments you got laid out for me…“
“Why would I punish you, Jason? You did nothing wrong,“
“I think I did. Ciara just gave me the yelling of my life. She threatens to have my head on the stakes by dawn,“
I laughed, but it was a sad one. “Trust me, that's a better fate than the one she's threatening to seal on me,“
“I don't think you understand. Ciara wants me dead, gone, forgotten. What fate could be worse than that?“
“Getting married to her,“ I finally breathed out.
“What?!“
“Ciara's the fucking bride, dude. She's the perfect surprise my Father had kept for the last minute. If I hadn't made that speech, I would have forever been trapped in hell,“
I finally turned to him. My hands were now tucked into the pockets of my loosed pants and I was leaning on the rails.
”Woah,“ Jason puffed. He shook his head and his eyelids arched and fell in a reflex. “You're right, man. Having my head on the stakes does sound like a better fate. Ciara's a nightmare. Just the thought of being in a room with her scares the shit out of me,“
I shrugged. ”Tell me something, dude. Do you think I'm…cursed? I mean, after everything I've been through with finding a mate, I think I've been jinxed real bad,“
“Don't say that, man. You're not cursed. You're the moon Goddess' favorite werewolf,“
“A few years ago, I believed this, I did. But right now, I think I already lost that touch. With me being unable to get a mate, and now Ciara is on my case, I think this is the moon Goddess punishing me for something. What I'm yet to figure out is what I did wrong,“
“You're being too hard on yourself. Take it easy. Everything will be fine, I hope,“
“I hope so, too. But I'm afraid hope isn't enough to go against Father with. When I made that speech, I did so on the possibility that I might still push through with the wedding, just not today. But knowing who my bride is, I can't see myself pushing through with Father's arrangements at all.“
“You do know your Father doesn't do well with rejections. He'd be pissed, real fucking pissed,“
“Yes, I know that. But I also know that I cannot and will not marry Ciara,“
“So you'll be fighting him on this?”
“As much as I hate to admit it, I know that's how it's gonna be. I've opposed Father's will a few times. I'm sure I can do it again. I just hope it doesn't sever our bond. Hate to lose him over an issue as stupid as marrying Ciara.“
After a few minutes of silence, Jason gave me a tap. “You should rest, Ryder. You got a long day tomorrow. And don't forget, you'll be visiting the bar,“
“God, yes. The bar,“ I made a mental calculation of my schedule tomorrow. I had a peek at it earlier. After my long meetings, would I be in the mood to drop by the bar? There's a slim possibility of that.
“Okay, Ryder. I'll be going to bed now. Link me if you need anything,“
“Sure, man. Thanks.”
The night went on forever and my thoughts were unending. Thoughts of my meetings tomorrow. Thoughts of Father. Thoughts of Ciara. And surprisingly, thoughts about my visit to the bar.