Bloodbound to the Beastly King

"Thorne?"

Adina's hand froze on the half-pulled zipper, eyes wide with shock. "Y- What are you doing here?" she asked. She had his schedule memorized in her head, and none of them included a break to see her. The car of the missing people had taken up most of his time, and after their one-month journey to the three packs and seeing just how rotten their economies were, he had taken another move to be more involved in each pack than he was before.

Thus…his unavailability.

"I came to see you," he said, eyes on the dress she had on. Not once did he look her in the eye.

"You—But I checked, and you don't have any break, and you—"

Thorne looked her in the eye. "I wanted to see you, Adina. I don't care if I had any breaks or not. I wanted to see you, so I came… to see you."

Adina blinked, not expecting the raw answer. She smiled shyly. "I- I'll be done here after this… just step out and have Sumita come in. I won't keep you waiting, I promise," she said, gaze straying towards the heavy curtains.

"Sumita? The seamstress?" he asked.

"Yes. Her," Adina replied. "Can you send her in? I was having—" she turned towards the mirror to show him the stuck zipper. His gaze trailed her back downward to the swell of her ass.

"Fucking hell," he muttered under his breath.

Adina blinked, confused. She tried to turn, only to be stopped by him, his hand pressed against her shoulder, holding her back. "Your majesty? Is something—"

He met her gaze through the mirror, licking his lips like she was a full-course meal. "The zipper, right? I'll help," he said, his voice hoarse, sending a shudder down Adina's spine.

She swallowed hard, seeing his darkened eyes. No, she knew that look. Mastered it already.

"Thorne.." she called, but it came out breathier than intended.

His fingers trailed her open back, sending jolts of electricity right through her body. Her eyes shut tight instantly, like she was under some spell. "I'll help you," he muttered, more to himself.

His fingers brushed the stuck zipper, but he didn't pull, just lingered, grazing her skin as if savoring the excuse to touch her.

"You're trembling," Thorne murmured against her ear, his breath hot and steady, "…are you nervous?"

Adina forced a weak laugh, though her voice betrayed her. "It's—it's just the dress." She gulped hard. "Y-you should hurry… with the zipper."

Thorne's gaze trailed down her back again, lingering far too long.

"Thorne," she warned, her voice shaky. "Don't—"

His other hand hiked up the dress, slowly revealing her legs inch by inch.

"Thorne—" she hissed, eyes darting to the curtain as though it might burst open any second. "We're in public—"

"I sent everyone out," he confessed. Adina blinked as she assimilated what he just said. "Everyone?" She shook her head. "S-Shmita could walk in," she managed to say.

"She won't."

Her breath caught when his palm slid higher, brushing the soft skin of her inner thigh. She tried to squeeze her legs together, but there was no use.

"Thorne," she whispered again.

"Look at you," he murmured, catching her gaze in the mirror. "You're flushed already… and I've barely touched you."

Adina looked at herself, and he was right… she was already sweating, all hot and bothered at the same time.

Gods… she really was a sucker for cock.

"My cock," Thorne gritted in her ear, and only then did she realize she'd spoken out loud. "Just mine."

She nodded, her eyes glazed already. "Just yours," she croaked out.

The zipper was all but forgotten as his other hand slid from her back to her hip, pinning her in place. He guided her hips back against him, and she felt just how hard he already was.

"Watch," he murmured, eyes meeting hers through the mirror as he tugged the dress higher until the air kissed her bare thighs. "I want you to see how badly I need you."

"Thorne, please," she whimpered, not even sure if she was begging him to stop or keep going.

"Please what?" His fingers slipped higher still, finally brushing her already wet cunt. "This?"

Her head fell back against his shoulder, lips parted, a soft, needy sound spilling out as he slipped the lace of her underwear, his finger slipping inside her so easily.

"Quiet," he hushed when she moaned. "You don't want them hearing you out there, do you?"

Her eyes widened… didn't he say they were gone? That he sent them all away.

She opened her mouth to speak, but he shoved two fingers inside her, cutting off her protest with a sharp gasp.

"Thorne!" she whimpered, clutching anything to keep herself stable. Her reflection was a vision of ruined composure. Lips parted, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy.

"That's it," he murmured, curling his fingers just right. "Look at you… already dripping." His thumb pressed against her clit, drawing a desperate shiver out of her. "You were waiting for this, weren't you?"

"N-no…" she whispered, but her body betrayed her, grinding helplessly against his hand.

"Don't lie to me," Thorne's voice dropped even lower. "You knew I'd come for you. Even here."

Her knees wobbled. She would have fallen if his other arm hadn't wrapped around her waist, holding her upright as he worked her relentlessly, thrusting his fingers faster.

"Thorne, someone will hear—"

"So what if they hear? You're mine, aren't you…"

She nodded rapidly. "Y-yes, but—" Her head lolled back, the coil in her belly winding tighter with every stroke. "Gods—Thorne, I—"

"Not yet," he ordered, withdrawing his fingers just as she reached the edge.

"Hands on the mirror."

She blinked, still coming down from her high. "What—?"

"Do it," he rasped.

Adina obeyed on trembling legs, pressing her palms flat against the glass. In the reflection, she saw him drop to one knee, shoving her dress up to her hips, hooking a finger in her lace and tore it off roughly.