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Chapter 9: Shame

Lorelai had the misfortune of encountering more than a few half-beasts in her lifetime, and none of those encounters had ever been pleasant. Not because she disliked them, but because of what she had seen others do to them.

"…"

She wanted to say something—anything—but her lips stubbornly refused to move. Instead, her body acted on instinct, retreating until she felt the soft mattress against her back. A shiver ran down her spine, leaving her with an unsettling sense of being trapped.

As she struggled to suppress her emotions, the man remained motionless, an amused glint flickering in his dark eyes. He watched her intently, waiting, as if savoring the moment she realized there was nowhere left to run.

Then, with deliberate slowness, he leaned in closer, their bodies nearly touching. Lorelai's breath hitched, her thoughts scattering as his presence filled the space between them.

In a smooth, unhurried motion, he reached out and brushed a few loose strands of soft blonde hair from her face, his fingertips lingering just long enough to send another shiver through her. His gaze locked onto hers—deep green against unrelenting darkness—studying her with an intensity that made her pulse quicken.

Though still fully clothed, Lorelai couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability beneath his piercing stare.

His eyes swept over her, lingering on the delicate curve of her slender neck, the faint line of her collarbone peeking through the loosened folds of her black cloak. He noted the gentle rise and fall of her chest with each shallow breath, taking in every detail as if committing them to memory.

"You don't seem very experienced at this." His hoarse voice cut through the thick silence, jolting her back to reality.

Lorelai straightened her shoulders, forcing the tension from her body. Instead of arguing, she parted her lips and calmly responded with the first thing that came to mind. "I don't think such useless observations are appropriate right now."

Her words carried confidence, but deep down, she wished she could disappear. It was painfully obvious—she had never been in a situation like this before. But why was he taking his time? Was this some kind of game? Did he find amusement in teasing her simply because he knew she was a virgin?

"Useless?" His lips curled into a slow, mocking smile, as if savoring the way her words betrayed her true emotions.

"That is what I said," she replied, her gaze unwavering. "You agreed to my request, but I don't recall asking for your nonsensical comments."

"…."

The princess left him momentarily speechless. To him, she was nothing more than a trembling bunny, waiting to be devoured. And yet, her feigned confidence—her sheer audacity—was utterly amusing.

Though he had more questions, he chose not to press her further. Instead, he studied her in silence.

Lorelai, on the other hand, was growing increasingly flustered. The weight of his gaze made her heart pound violently against her ribs. Embarrassed, she lowered her eyes.

If he truly enjoyed mocking her obvious innocence, then he was in for quite an entertaining night. And judging by his body language, he had no intention of letting her go anytime soon.

The silence stretched between them, thick with tension, until Lorelai decided she had hesitated long enough.

With trembling hands, she grasped the edges of her cloak and lifted it slightly, unintentionally revealing her pale legs. She had already made up her mind—there was no point in being afraid, even if the man before her carried the blood of a beast in his veins.

As she slowly lifted her gaze, her eyes met his, locking onto the sharp amber hue that gleamed with predatory intensity. His pupils had narrowed, giving him the unmistakable look of a hungry hunter. Seeing it up close was both terrifying and strangely mesmerizing.

Lost in the moment, Lorelai barely registered the passing seconds—until a deep, throaty chuckle shattered the silence.

Snapping back to reality, she instinctively pushed against his chest, trying to create some distance between them. But he didn't budge. The attempt was so ineffective that it only seemed to amuse him further, his lips curling into a slow, knowing grin.

This is annoying, she thought, frustrated. I was the one who initiated this. I shouldn't be the only one feeling this way.

Exhaling softly, she forced herself to speak, her tone firm. "I don't think you understand what's happening right now. If you don't want to do this, then stop joking around and leave."

Irritation bled into her voice—she hated the way he looked at her, as if she were the one getting paid for this instead of him.

Yet her bluntness only seemed to amuse him further. Another laugh escaped his lips, low and rich with amusement.

I cannot believe this!

There was no turning back now. With hands trembling from a mix of frustration and fear, Lorelai slid off her cloak, letting it pool onto the bed. Then, she began unfastening her corset, her fingers fumbling as the stiff buttons refused to slip through their loops.

The struggle was maddening. She just wanted this to be over.

As she wrestled with her clothing, the man finally leaned in, his hot breath grazing her skin. The sudden warmth made her hands freeze mid-motion.

"Stop," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "Let me do it instead."

Before she could protest, strong hands lifted her effortlessly, cradling her as if she weighed nothing. Suspended in his arms, their faces now level, she found herself staring into his piercing amber eyes. Her lashes fluttered as she struggled to steady herself, her breath uneven.

He held her gaze, his voice softer this time. "Are you still scared?"

The question barely had time to settle between them before he tossed her onto the bed. Her body bounced slightly, and for a moment, she thought her head might hit the wall. Before she could react, he was already on top of her, caging her in beneath his broad frame.

With practiced ease, his fingers tilted her chin upward, his thumb brushing over the soft curve of her lower lip, pressing gently against the flushed skin.

His voice was rough, edged with something unreadable. "What do you expect to happen now?"

Lorelai swallowed hard, her throat tightening. Meeting his gaze, she whispered, "Just do what you have to. I have no expectations."

A low, humorless chuckle rumbled from his chest.

"Shame," he muttered under his breath.

His amber eyes darkened with something dangerously unreadable, a flicker of restrained desire passing through them. Then, leaning in closer, he whispered against her lips, his voice dripping with seduction—

"Alright then. Open your legs."


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