The Omen of the Crow

Chapter 7

    In my room I discarded the sheet I was using to conceal my naked body. The room had been cleaned and everything had been fixed over night, as if nothing had ever happened. I stomped to the long mirror disgusted by my reflection. My black mane was wild, more than usual and my body held bruises on my outer thighs and shoulders. Dried blood stained my inner thighs only mocking me about the nights events.

    My door flew open and my emerald eyes darted venomously towards the door. Rickon came in with only sweats on, his muscular torso and arms showing off in the morning sun. He looked me up and down before he grinned, "I was right, I really was your first after all." He said as he looked at my legs where the shame of last night still lingered.

    In a very fast but swift move he was before me holding me by my hips. He looked at me with huge bright blue eyes and a huge glimmering smile, drooling over my naked frame. I pushed him away hard enough for him to stumble backwards. My energy had not completely come back but I suspected after the transformation it would.

    "Tegan we are mates, it is normal to do such things." He moved closer to me possessively.

    " I will never mate with a dog." I spat out in disgust feeling ashamed at the thought of him inside of me.

    "Vikings take what they want whether the other party likes it or not. Old habits die hard I suppose." He looked past me lost in a memory.

    "r****g and pillaging. Your kind was hated and feared." I sneered reaching for the sheet to cover my body.

    He suddenly came inches from me and grabbed me by both arms. I tried to break free but his grip was much stronger. He  threw me on the bed, which had been improved to a bigger size from the original one. I scrambled to the back board of the bed glaring at him with hatred. He climbed on the bed pulling my legs under me. I weakly kicked at him and punched him but with no effectiveness.

    He pinned me underneath him as he grabbed a fistful of my hair jerking my head back. "We were destined for each other, immortal. Regardless of what you are, you are the one destined for me. I must accept it as you have to accept me." He growled, I found a strange comfort in his words.

    I recoiled from him again and he let me go finally. "Can you just enjoy at least our moments?" He asked with a weak smile. It had happened twice at this point both without consent although the last time felt rather good than the first I hated to admit. Actually I didn't even remember the first time, it was blur.

    "Chastity is preferred. Such mortal cravings only weakens one." I stated, repeating Bolton's words.

    "But the pleasures are so worth it love." He laughed, "You enjoyed the last of it last night when I was rough." He smirked.

    I pulled back once again disregarding his touches. "Where are your pack records? I suppose I should learn the history of your breed." I rolled my eyes as I requested to learn their history. If I could figure out how this all worked perhaps I could use it to my advantage. He grinned, his canines poking through his lips.

    "I'll tell you if you give yourself to me again?" He said in a devious voice, already reaching for my leg. The shameless words stung and I was repulsed, I felt my stomach do a flip as bile crept up my throat. I pulled my leg back scowling at him with disapproval.

    "Well?" He taunted.

    "Mutt." I spat out taunting him back. 

    In an instant he was on top of me crushing my neck with his huge hand, while the other held my hands in place. I was the greatest warrior I had ever known, how had I come to be this low? My muscles spasmed and again I was reminded of how weak I felt. I looked up at his perfectly sculpted face, his skin had been worn by the sun, his eyes shone as bright as the sky and his manly features taunted me.

    I knew I was in a f****d situation, I had never been in such predicaments this was a knew type of torture for me. He released my neck but held on to my hands, he drooled on me as he once again let his wolf take control. I felt his hand grip my leg and pull it up above his hips. I should try to at least fight back but I knew in my state it would be futile.

    I let out a small gasp as I felt him inside once more, my body responded but not in a way I needed it to. A warmth filled in my stomach as before except this time it crept up my spine, my back then my neck. I opened my eyes to see his face contorted in such concentration that he held in his breath. This time I felt only the slightest pain which almost immediately went away. 

    I found myself holding my breath as my stomach contracted, never had I felt this. After some time I finally took a breath only to feel the inside of me explode with such warmth that my body went limp from the sensation. I felt wetness between my legs afterwards which only made it easier for Rickon to slip in further. Rickon let out a loud growl as he continued his pace then gradually came to halt. His breath was labored, he laid on top of me trying to not put all his weight into it.

    I steadied my breathing as he released my hands. What was happening? What was this? I pushed him off me wanting it all to stop. These type of things were not in my agenda and as soon as it was done I wanted as far away from him as I could get. Guilt gripped me as I realized how good it all had made me feel.

    "I want you too meet some one." He said in a sleepy voice.

    "Where are your pack records." I said ignoring his words.