HER POSSESSIVE MATE

Penelope's POV

I could feel my fingertips burning and shaking after just two seconds of staring into each other's eyes, and I knew that every single cell in my body was screaming, "I WANT HIM."

Even though Zayn remained motionless, he gave me such an aggressive gaze that it appeared like he could tear off my clothes with only his gaze.

He also desired me.

A jumble of emotions, including excitement, anxiety, and dread, exploded in my chest, overwhelming me. However, before my mind told me what to do, I just ran away, like a deserter running into his own general.

The hotel hallways were like a maze, and the lighting made it hard to tell what was real because the shadows kept merging.I had no idea how long I had been walking when I came to an open door in an empty room. As soon as I stepped through the door, I couldn't resist kneeling on the floor.

Oh my God, he was so intriguing and incredibly powerful.

I gasped hard and tried to get some fresh air to wake up, but it seemed that the man's smell was still haunting me. Maybe I already lost my mind. If not, why was the smell getting stronger and stronger?

Tap, tap, tap.

I heard leather shoes on the tiles getting closer and closer.

I turned my head and froze in place.

It was Zayn King.

I had failed to observe the tightness of his suit when I was at a greater distance; however, upon approaching, I found out that it accentuated his flawless physique. He had wide shoulders and a thin waist. So strong must the chest muscles feel under that pricey fabric that I could almost picture them.

Zayn locked the door with his wrist, moved past me on the floor, and sat down on the couch next to the bed.

"Penelope Woods?" The voice was deep yet lustful. It was so beautiful that I barely noticed the hidden desire.

"Answer my question," he ordered.

"Y... Yes."

As I stared at Zayn, I just realized that his eyes were hazel green, like a secret from a long-lost forest. He was also staring at me with his piercing eyes, then pulled his mouth together with a chuckle and parted his long, straight legs in a few seconds.

It was then that I saw his lust.

Like a hill.

I couldn't help but swallow saliva.

"Come here, or I'll fuck you right now." Orders and threats.

Maybe the smell was too strong, or maybe the threat made it hard for me to imagine the scene. I simply obeyed his instructions and crawled at his feet, resembling a puppy.

"Good girl, said in a whisper, Zayn ran his hand down my face and neck. "Then tell me your name."

"Penelope Woods."

"Do you want to be marked?" He rubbed his middle and pointer fingers between my breasts to make it look like a coitus.

With a shudder, I replied, "Yes."

Zayn remarked, "Little tease," and then abruptly touched my crotch. "You're so wet."

When I looked down, I saw Zayn's hand stroking my underwear somewhere under my skirt. Even more, he gently pulled my underwear to the side and ran his finger around my clit.

"Ah..." came from me in a whispered exclamation.

"Penelope Woods."

"Y... Yes?" As Zayn moved, my breath shook, and fluid began to pour out of my pussy.

"Want to be my Luna?"

"...Yes..."

"That's my girl," Zayn murmured abruptly and icily in my ear. "But you don't even have a wolf."

Despite our close proximity and the intimacy of the action, his words were as cold as ice; they instantly drained me of all warmth and left me motionless.

"How could you win in combat without a wolf? How would you teach the pack's pups without a wolf? The most important question is how people would see you as a good Luna if you don't have a wolf?"

Zayn drowned me out with one question after another. Along with him, my tears gradually condensed in the socket of my eye as one question after another was asked.

Penelope, don't cry. I squeezed my thigh tightly and fought back the tears. Tears could not help you, Penelope!

I took a deep breath in, then I looked Zayn in the eye and said, in what I thought was my calmest voice, "I can do this."

No, I can't. I was lying, but I wanted Zayn too much— too much to get out of the Dark Wood Pack. I knew very well that this was my only chance; if I missed it, I would lose him forever.

"What makes you think you can do that?" Zayn thrust a finger into my vagina suddenly, and I let out a scream of surprise as I lay on top of him.

"I... I can do it." I struggled to get off him, but he held me down and asked, "What's that on your neck?"

"What?"

I assumed he was referring to my old scars. I tried to hide them, but Zayn yelled, "Don't move!"

Zayn gazed at my neck as if he were trying to piece a hole out of it. The expression in his eyes scared me, yet I dared not move.

I knew in my heart that I shouldn't do anything right now.

It seemed like a minute or a hundred years passed. Zayn eventually said something.

"I change my mind."

"What?" I didn't understand.

"I'll give you a chance." Zayn released me, lifting my chin with one hand. "But you have to be worth something to be my Luna, don't you?"

When I looked up, I saw my own face—so humble and begging—in Hazel Green's eyes.

"You don't require their recognition." Zayn took my hand and put it on his crotch. He looked me in the eye and said, "Be my sex slave, and they'll call you Luna."

I felt the heat in my palms, and for some reason, I thought of Scott's devil face.

Scott was right. How might I be different from a hooker?

Right now, a self-respecting person would have left, but I was unable to do so. Even as a sex slave, I was certain that I wanted to stay as long as Zayn mated with me, so I would have a partner and a new place to call home.

I would do anything to fulfill this lifelong desire.

"Deal? I can give you one min..."

"Yes, I do." I said it firmly, even though it was the first time I had interrupted someone.

Zayn looked deep inside me. Just at the moment, he yanked me off the floor, threw me onto the bed, and started taking off his clothes.The fancy suit fell to the floor, followed by an expensive belt. Zayn buried his head in my neck and took a deep breath. He greedily suckled my neck, then my chest. His hands were not idle, kneading my breasts.

"Fuck it. You smell so good," Zayn cursed. "I'd fuck you to death."

With my body as hard as a rock, I waited anxiously for every move Zayn made. I used to dream about having private moments with my partner, but I merely opposed them when they happened since I didn't feel joyful.

Zayn, however, was obviously not in the mood to pay attention to my stiff body. He pulled my skirt up, crossed my legs over my chest, and rubbed his penis against my pussy.

Fluid seeped out from his dick. He was so wet.

I knew he was looking for a chance, a chance to shove his dick in my vagina, like a home-stealer hovered and probed outside the house, just waiting for the ideal opportunity to break in.

I wait for the next move while closing my eyes.