Augustus’ grip on me was strong as he grabbed my wrist and pulled my body down onto the bed. He got on top of me, pinning my body with his own while his hands held mine above my head. I could hardly move a muscle due to Augustus’ surprisingly sturdy hold and it would seem that the wolf inside him was slowly taking over, but even then, I could tell that he was hesitating.

　　“Augustus, it’s okay. You do not have to hold back.” I told him.

　　“You… gh…” he then bit against his bottom lip, harshly, shocking me from his sudden action. I wanted to ask him to stop before he hurt himself when one of his hands came to the skirt of my night gown as he pushed it up to reveal my undergarment.

　　I gasped but tried to remain calm in case Augustus pushed me away if he saw me panicking. I glanced down at his body, the low-cut shirt he wore presented his bare chest to me, his skin pale as though he was kissed by the moon itself. My eyes lingered lower to where his hand was shakily untying the strands around his trousers. I felt myself heat up when I noticed his prominent bulge pushing up against the clothing.

　　I wanted to help him since he seemed to be struggling doing it with one hand as his other was firmly holding both my wrists together at the top of my head. “You don’t have to hold me down; I don’t plan on running away from you.” I told him to reassure him and get rid of his worries but other than that, I wanted to free myself from his strong grip, feeling his fingers threaten to bruise my skin.

　　“Be quiet, Cordelia,” he panted, breathless even but he managed to pull his erection out, revealing the pale length, furiously flushed pink at the tip and leaking precome already. He soiled his trousers by how wet and sticky it was, obscene strings of fluid could be seen when he pushed down his trousers lower. “Just stay still.” He ordered.

　　He pushed my legs apart and positioned himself between them, not wasting anymore time as he pressed his hardened length on my clothed heat.

　　“Augustus?” I called out as he made no attempt to pull my undergarment off.

　　“Quiet!” he growled, sending shocks of shudders down my body. He sounded animalistic, his true nature seeping in and erasing the Augustus I knew. He was replaced by his wolf, who was hungry with lust, ready to devour me.

　　He started stroking his length and rubbing against me at the same time, expression twisted into one of arousal. I felt myself clench every time his shape rubbed over my sensitive bud, and he was increasing the pressure tenfold, rubbing against me harder and harder until I felt myself growing wet.

　　“Ah… wait! Agh, Augustus—mmph!” My plea was instantly cut off when Augustus finally released my wrists just so he could cover my mouth with his hand, drowning out my voice while muffled groans were heard instead.

　　He was so immersed in stroking himself and rubbing against me that he no matter what I did or what I said just fell to deaf ears. I started to wonder why he was just doing this instead of consummating with me but that thought drifted away when his tip suddenly slipped to the side of my undergarment, now damp from both our fluids. I could feel his throbbing length now, hot against my folds before he stilled and released himself over my entrance.

　　Soft moans left his lips, whines of pleasure that I could not have imagined coming from him. His breathing slowed as he tried to regain him, sweat dripping from the sides of his temple to his chin and his cheeks were flushed red. I stared at his beautiful face, wanting to remember how he looked when he was aroused because somehow, I felt as though this would be my first and last time seeing him lose his composure like this.

　　His eyes then snapped up to catch my gaze, causing me to let out a small gasp of surprise. His pupils were heavily dilated but the longer he stared at me, the thinner it became until it was a vertical line, resembling that of an animal.

　　He slowly pulled his hand away from my mouth and I was about to ask if he was alright. If I was not mistaken, an alpha’s rut could only stop with medicine or after mating, but Augustus did neither. Even though he looked calmer now, his strong alpha scent and telling eyes were enough to make me think that he was not entirely himself yet.

　　Before I could call out to him, he reached out and pulled me up by my arm. I was in a seat position for a mere second before he pushed me over. My hands went to my front as I held myself up before I could fall face first onto the bed. I glanced over my shoulder and only to feel him handling my body as though I was weightless to me. He repositioned me to be on my hands and knees, my lower half being presented to him in a rather embarrassing pose.

　　I felt his numbingly cold palm pressed onto the small of my back, pushing me lower onto the bed before I felt his other hand pulling down my undergarment with such force that it ripped effortlessly in his grip. I could not even react to that when I felt the tip of his length kissing my entrance, slowly parting my folds that were wet with his thick seed from earlier.

　　I relaxed my forehead against the pillow under me, positioning my arms properly so it would not strain as I mentally and physically got ready for him to enter me. I nearly bit my tongue when he thrusted forward, filling me to the brim with one motion. I cried out into the pillow, voice muffled as he started to move at his own pace. His hands moved towards my sides to hold me in place and soon, all I could hear was the lewd sounds of our bodies slamming into each other.

　　My legs trembled as I tried to keep myself up, but the sheer roughness of Augustus’ movements was not making it easy for me to steady myself. I felt my body moving forward whenever he slammed into me and I felt myself dragged backwards when he pulled out, the grip he had on my sides tightening and loosening constantly.

　　“Augustus!” I turned my head to the side as I called out to him, wanting him to slow down but he completely ignored me as I felt one hand slither up my back in a gentle fluttering movement until he wrapped his fingers around the back of my neck. he squeezed and instinctively, I clenched my walls around him.

　　“What part of ‘be quiet’ do you not understand?” he asked between pants, still thrusting into me at his ungodly pace.

　　Many thoughts swirled through my mind at that moment, mostly of his harsh movements but also, I started to wonder why he wanted me to be quiet. He did not seem to mind the moans and groans that left my lips but whenever I called out his name, he would get agitated. Did he hate my voice to the point of wanting me to stay silent throughout our night together?

　　My knees gave way as my body plopped down onto the bed as I laid flat on the mattress. I thought he would stop, thought that Augustus would at least change positions or help me up, but I felt his weight over my body as he continued to pound into me. I could feel his length swelling deep inside me and I knew that he was close to coming. His hand from my neck slid up to my hair where he grabbed a handful and pushed my head down onto the pillow.

　　A silent cry left my lips when he tugged against my hair, threatening to rip my hair out of my scalp but I tensed immediately when he lowered his body against mine, particularly placing his entire weight on my body, pinning me down in a suffocating manner. I felt his face inching closer to my neck, I could his lips brushing my skin before I could feel his teeth grazing me.

　　“A-Augustus, please don’t—!” my words drowned out as I panicked, afraid that he was going to mark me now that he was in the heat of the moment. But instead, I felt him thrust deeply into me and stilled as he released inside.

　　“Cordelia…my Cordelia,” he sighed gently, kissing the back of my neck with such tenderness that I could not stop myself from letting out a choked moan. The feeling of his thick and hot seed entering paired with this unexpected tender side of his was enough to make my orgasm wash over me as I convulsed under him.