CHAPTER 47: HELPING HAND

Emira looked up at Prince Kael shyly as he held her against him, questions burning on her tongue. Why did they never take her fully? Why only push her body until she broke, only to leave her trembling and unsatisfied in her confusion? Again and again, they had forced her to come, wringing her out until she was left shaking, but never once had they sought their own release. It felt like torture, though not the kind she had expected. Even now, as Prince Zen spooned behind her, she could feel the heavy press of his body against her, the hard shape digging into the softness of her backside. Her mind reeled. Why did Kael leave? Why now, when earlier, when she had begged him to go, he had refused and kissed her so fiercely it felt like punishment?

The weight of all these questions pressed on her chest, and she wanted to speak, but she couldn’t form the words. She didn’t have to.

"Stop thinking so much, little fire," Prince Zen murmured against her ear, his breath warm on her skin.

Her lips trembled. "I can’t help it... You—"

She stopped, but he seemed to understand anyway. She felt him smile against her hair, a slow, knowing curve of his mouth. "You are wondering why we don’t take you."

Emira’s breath caught. She gave a small nod, unable to deny it.

His arms tightened around her, drawing her closer into his chest. His voice was calm, steady, yet carried a weight that made her heart race. "We are the Shadow Wolves, little fire. And you chose this. You enslaved yourself to us. That bond means your body, your heart, your needs—they are ours to protect. To take care of you is also our responsibility. And you..." His hand skimmed lightly down her arm, pausing at her wrist. "You are not yet ready for what comes after."

Her breath stilled. For a moment, her heart clenched painfully in her chest. They were abstaining—not because they didn’t want her, but because they knew she wasn’t ready. The realisation made her stomach twist, a wave of shame rippling through her. Her voice was small, almost a whisper. "But... that makes you suffer..."

She felt him chuckle low against her, his chest vibrating against her back. "Are you worried about me, little fire?" His lips brushed her temple, teasing, but his tone carried something heavier beneath it. "Then will you help me ease my suffering?"

For a moment, she could not sleep and she felt as if Prince Zen did not even expect an answer... But something in her gave her courage. She took a slow breath, her lips dry as she whispered, "How... how can I help you?"

The words hung in the darkness. She instantly regretted them. Her heart leapt to her throat and she felt herself freeze in fear of her own audacity. Had she really said that? She wanted to take it back, to swallow it down, but it was too late. The silence stretched, and her pulse raced as she waited for him to react.

And then she felt his body shift behind her, his muscles tense as though surprised by her words. Slowly, his hand slid down her thigh, firm and certain, pushing the towel that still clung stubbornly around her upwards, revealing her to his touch.

"Lift your leg, little fire," he murmured.

Even as he said the words, his hand was already guiding her, coaxing her thigh upward, opening her further. She trembled, but obeyed, her breath breaking when his leg slipped between hers. The pressure forced her thighs apart, leaving her vulnerable.

And then she felt him. The hard heat of his body pressed against her, sliding against her most sensitive place, and she stiffened at the shocking contact. Her whole body arched despite herself and a gasp escaped her before she could stop it.

Zen’s chest pressed against her back, solid and overwhelming. His movements were unhurried as he rubbed against her slowly, dragging himself against her entrance in a rhythm that made her tremble all over again. Every pass pulled something deeper from her, a helpless reaction she could not control.

His hands did not stay idle. One slipped higher, brushing over her stomach, tracing the curve of her ribs, before moving upward to explore her trembling form. The other still held her leg open, his fingers digging lightly into her skin as if reminding her that he was in control of every shift of her body.

She could barely breathe. The friction built, the heat spread, and she could feel herself responding once again, surprised that she could still feel aroused again.

Every slow drag of his hardness against her entrance made her shiver, her body caught between resistance and surrender. The more he rubbed, the weaker she became, her legs trembling, her breaths coming out in shaky gasps and she felt him whisper," You are going to be the one to test my patience... sweet fire... You have no idea, how much I want to slip inside.."

Even as he said the words, she felt his head at her entrance and whimpered. She wanted to say yes... but she dared not... and then he continued, " Tonight, I’m going to come all over you. Shamelessly... Do you know, not even as a pup, I had so less self control..."

"Will. You. Come. With. Me?" Each word he uttered was marked by the movement of his hips and she could only whimper restlessly as she felt herself clench tight around the emptiness... She threw her head back and surrendered to the feeling and just as she felt her own come start to drip down onto him, he came... all over her pussy.... as she felt their combined need, trickled down her thighs...

Weakened and exhausted, she felt him move as he murmured something about going to get something and cleaning her up, but her eyes were already closing... It was why she failed to notice the man standing in the shadows...