My body was in flames all through the night, and I couldn't get a wink of sleep; I craved to be touched down there as I still hadn't gotten my release yet. I had put on a pink nightgown while Regan went to take a shower, but I really wish I hadn't. My skin was wet and clammy from heat, and the material of the nightgown kept clinging to my burning hot skin.

And Regan just slept like a log beside me, unbothered, unlike me, who kept twisting and turning all night. I would have taken the liberty to help myself out, but I can't possibly do that with Reagan beside me. And I couldn't get up to the bathroom without waking him up as he has a tight grip around my waist. I'm even surprised he hasn't woken up from all my shuffling.

When I finally was able to close my eyes, dawn was slowly approaching. And even when I did, I woke up an hour later to see the warm rays of the sun shining into the room as the curtains were pushed back. I realize I'm alone in the room with no sign of Reagan in bed. His side is a bit cold and rumpled. I listen for any sound in the bathroom or closet but heard none. Good, 'cause I'm still feeling a tingling sensation between my thighs that needed to be taken care of.

I look around one last time to make sure I'm alone before pushing the bed covers off my body. I raise my nightgown up and slip a finger into my panties, biting my lip in the process. Almost immediately, the tingles down there turn to flames as my body fires up with heat. I throw my head back, rubbing my nub with one finger, and my panties gradually becomes soaked.

I easily slip one finger into my cunt since I'm already wet as f**k. I raise my other hand up to cover my mouths and stop my moans from coming out. I lay my head back on the pillow while shutting my eyes close. An image of Reagan between my legs yesterday, sucking my cunt like it's some sweet fruit, comes to mind, and my desire builds up faster. I clench my thighs together as I twist around on the bed.

I pump my finger faster, already feeling my orgasm close as I imagine someone, a particular Prince, being the one bringing me to the brink of pleasure. I couldn't help it as my moans got louder, lost in the pits of my pleasure, and even my fist in my mouth couldn't help shut me up.

"Reagan...yes...oh, yes..." I keep gasping, and I probably sound like a pornstar, but I don't care. I'm too far gone.?So close...

"f**k!"

I freeze as I hear the familiar voice come from the doorway. My finger still inside my p***y as my walls clench around it, and my eyes wide open in shock. My nightgown is bunched around my waist. Beads of sweat can be seen all over my exposed thighs, forehead, neck, and a line trickle down my collar bone, disappearing into the top of my nightgown.

My body is still tingling all over, but I'm too shocked and embarrassed to move. Reagan swiftly walks further into the room, his eyes trained between my legs, where my finger is still deep in my cunt. This is definitely not how I expected my day to start off.

"Don't stop, Ellie." His husky voice only zaps me all over with sweet electricity. He crawls onto the bed, widening my legs open with his hand as he comes to settle himself between them. His eyes are still trained between my legs before he looks back up at me.

"Don't you f*****g stop." He growls the order, his eyes hooded with lust as tings of gold appear in them. My cheeks are flaming red right now, and I pray for the ground to swallow me up anytime soon. This position is so embarrassing. He'd caught me f*****g myself while moaning his name out like that. He probably thinks me a perv, but his eyes tell me something different. And when he growls out a low rumble from his chest, I knew he wasn't kidding.

My lips were already bruised from bitting hard on them last night. I wet them with my tongue as they feel dry before pulling my fingers out slowly from my wet cunt. I pump them back in and repeat the motion, gradually picking up the pace. Both Reagan's hands are on both my thighs, keeping them open for his eyes to feast on the show I'm putting on for him.

My head is cloudy with the haze of lust, and soon, I forget my shyness as I bring myself back to that delicious edge. I add another finger, moaning out loud as my eyes roll to the back of my head. And Reagan's eyes on my p***y only seems to push me further to the brink.

"Yes, my little wolf. f**k your p***y like a good girl." Reagan's dirty words, surprisingly, don't make me feel repulsed. In fact, my body seems to respond with more arousal trickling out of my p***y. I feel him blow air to my numb, and that does it for my body to start convulsing like I'm having a seizure.

"c*m for me, Ellie." And I did, hard. I scream, and I think I blackout for a few seconds before regaining consciousness. And when I do, the appealing sight of Reagan, slurping up my juices like a starved dog, almost pushed me over the edge once more.

When I feel his tongue glide over my nub, I let out a low whimper, which in turn made him chuckle in a deep sexy tone. He comes up to hover over my form with a satisfied grin on his lips. My juices are still evident on his bottom lip, and he swipes a tongue out to lick them.

"Can't get enough of you, my sweet." He brushes a strand of hair sticking to my clammy cheeks. I'm suddenly feeling shy once more at the intensity of his gaze.?Christ! Did I just f**k myself while he watched on? How, in hell, had I done that?

"Next time you're having a show, please do call me. I wouldn't want to miss it." He grins like the devil.

"I need to take a shower," I whisper, my voice sounding hoarse from all the screaming. I try to move past him, but he blocks my way. I try again, but he follows me and pushes me back down. I glare up at him as he looks down in amusement.

"Leaving so soon? But we haven't discussed your punishment yet." He smirks devilishly at me, making me gulp in fright. He had said something about that yesterday, but I hadn't taken him seriously. I thought he was joking.

"And what is it? You're going to spank me?" I c**k an eyebrow at him, trying to act confident and not show I'm hyperventilating inside. I didn't want him to think he intimidates me. It's only going to give him more satisfaction.

"I thought about that," His smirk widens, "but that would be letting you off the hook too easy. So I came up with something even better." He stretches towards the dresser beside the bed while I furrow my eyebrows at him in confusion.

With his Lycan speed, he brings out something, and the next thing I know, my right hand is cuffed to the bed. I'm shocked for a few seconds, slightly tugging my hand as I stare at it dazed. I feel a slight sting as I pull my hand, and I turn to hiss at a smug-looking Reagan.

"Wolf's bane?"

His smile widens, "It's not enough to hurt you, but it’s just enough that your wolf won't be able to break you out of them." He calmly explains while I'm still pulling at the silver cuffs. The chain links were a long enough to pull my hands up.

"What is this?!" I turn with panic-filled eyes at him, still tugging at the cuffs but to no avail.

"Stop struggling, or you might actually hurt yourself."

"You can't keep me chained to your bed like some slave!" I yell at him, my heart beating fast in my chest as fear grips my bones.

"I can, and I will. I deem you a danger to yourself, so what better way than to keep you in check." He gets off the bed to stand tall over me as I'm still struggling with the cuffs. He's really doing this. He literally has me cuffed to his bed. What the hell am I going to do to get out of this one? I really screwed up this time, didn't I?

"Listen, Reagan." I decide to act like the good she-wolf he wants me to be just to butter him up. "I screwed up, I really did, and I'm sorry. I didn't mean for Brad to find me and try to mark me. I just needed some space to take all that was happening between you and me, that's all. I swear I never meant for anything bad to happen. Please will you forgive me?" I plead using my best puppy dog eyes, that always work on my parents. "I promise I'll be good from now on," I purr out the words like a kitten. Yeah, I’m that desperate, enough to try and seduce him.

He looks down at me with a blank expression before leaning down to graze his thumb over my bottom lip. I ignore the tingles that spark from the contact and focus on the mission at hand.

"I hope you had all the space you wanted at that pack because we'll be spending a lot of time together now, considering the present predicament you've gotten yourself into." He tilts his head at my cuffed wrist. My face turns crestfallen at his words as he turns to leave. Well, that didn't work.

"I have school, remember," I yell after him and he stops in his tracks. He turns around with his hands in his pants pocket and a smug look on his face.

"That will be taken care of. I'll arrange a transfer to online classes for you." He announces like it's the most natural thing to tamper with someone else's education.

"What? You'll do no such thing!" I snarl at him in rage. This was what I had been running away from, and it looks like it's only getting worse. He's trying to control everything about my life to his benefits.

He sighs as he pinches his nose in exasperation, "It was inevitable either way. It's not like I'm staying in Los Angeles for the next four years. And there's no f*****g way I'm leaving without you."

"That's still not your choice to make." I sit up to glare at him head-on. "It's my life, and I'll do whatever the hell I want with it. You can't keep telling me what to do just because you think you own me. And how long do you plan on keeping me cuffed like this?"

He presses his lips like he's deep in thoughts before answering, "Let's see. You ran away for three days...you're nineteen years old. So three multiplied by nineteen gives us what? Fifty seven?" I gape at him in disbelief, hoping he's bluffing.

"Hours?" I ask in hope, but he only grins mischievously, as he c***s his head at me in amusement.

"Hilarious thing you are. I'm talking about days." My jaw is still hanging open as he makes the announcement, and I can feel my whole life crashing down before me. I'm never going to be as free as I once was, am I?

"Tell you what. For any good behavior you exhibit, I'll reduce your punishment by a day. So why don't you think about what you can do to please me while I go run us a nice warm bath." He states before waltzing out of the room as I glare at his retreating form.

I huff in outrage, staring down at my cuffed wrist as I lie back down in defeat.?Why am I always mated to lunatics? Why...why...why?!