Vengeance in His Bed

Chapter 155: At Your Disposal

Dorrent reached over, grabbing the medical shears from the bedside table. He worked with a surprising, meticulous gentleness, his hands moving with absolute precision as he cut through the thick plaster cast of her right arm. He removed the heavy casing, his warm fingers gently massaging her pale, stiff wrist to restore the blood flow.

But then, he had to move to her ribs.

"Lean up," Dorrent commanded softly.

Jannah slowly sat up, her heart beginning to hammer against her ribs as Dorrent reached down, his large hands gently gathering the hem of her nightdress and raising it up to her armpits, exposing the compression bandages wrapped tightly around her slender torso.

As his fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of her waist, Jannah felt his hot, rhythmic breath fan across her skin. He began to slowly, methodically unwrap the bandage, his fingers sliding beneath the cotton strips to guide them off her body.

Every single time his hand made contact with her bare skin, a sudden, electric shockwave of butterflies exploded inside Jannah’s lower abdomen. She could see the way his eyes were intensely looking at her exposed waist, his pupils dilated with a hunger he was actively struggling to cage. The intoxicating heat of his winter-frost pheromones—which he had been releasing in light waves since the moment he entered the room—was acting like a highly potent aphrodisiac on her system.

She wanted him to finish faster. She wanted him to get away from her before the burning heat between her thighs completely drove her insane, before her omega biology entirely shattered her mind.

But Dorrent was clearly enjoying every single second of the process. He could feel the sudden, rapid spasms of her muscles, the way her skin grew hot and covered in goosebumps whenever his fingers made contact with her hips. He liked her reaction. He liked knowing that despite her hatred, her body was completely helpless against his tier presence.

"Hurry up!" Jannah suddenly shouted, her voice cracking with a desperate panic as she tried to pull away from his touch. "Just get it over with!"

Dorrent stopped instantly.

He didn’t release her. Instead, his hand shot forward, capturing her right hand in a firm, unyielding grip and dragging it toward his chest. He pressed her small, delicate palm flat against the left side of his chest, right over his pounding heart.

"Can you feel it, Jannah?" Dorrent asked, "My heart... it is also beating hard for you. Whatever you are feeling right now... whatever chaotic heat is running through your system... I am also feeling the same thing."

He slowly guided his other hand toward her chest, his warm palm resting gently over her heart. It was hammering at a frantic, terrifying speed, her chest heaving against his fingers.

"We have such a great, undeniable chemistry, Jannah," Dorrent whispered, his eyes locking onto hers with intense gravity. "Yet you are always trying to run away from me. Why can’t you just go with the flow? Why can’t you just allow yourself to get exactly what your body wants? I am completely at your disposal, little herbalist. If you feel like you can’t bear the heat... if your weak omega body is driving you completely insane with this arousal right now... you can strip my clothes. You can do absolutely anything you wish to my body to satiate yourself. I won’t stop you."

Jannah’s breathing turned ragged. Down below, her vagina was already releasing thick, hot fluids, her nightgown growing damp as his powerful winter-frost scent completely dismantled her internal defenses. She glared at him through a fog of raw, primitive desire, her teeth grinding together as she tried to fight the wet heat pooling between her thighs.

"You did this on purpose," Jannah choked out, her voice trembling with a mixture of arousal and intense hatred. "You... you knew my body couldn’t bear your scent. Why do you always enjoy seeing me reduced to this, Dorrent? Why do you enjoy seeing me reduced to a pathetic, dripping slut who is begging for your dick?!"

Dorrent’s eyes flared, a smirk slowly curling his lips as he looked down at her flushed face. "I do like it, Jannah," he admitted flatly, his voice thick with a raw, hunger. "I like seeing you completely unraveled by my presence. And I also get to benefit from it. You can’t blame my system... your entrance feels so incredibly good, so ecstatic and that it drives my core completely wild."

"You are a perverted... sick... monster!" Jannah screamed, her anger finally giving her the strength to yank her hand away from his chest. "And this time... this time I won’t fulfill your lustful, disgusting desires!"

With a sudden, frantic movement, she stood up from the bed, her bare feet hitting the floor as she tried to march directly toward the bathroom to escape his suffocating scent.

"Why are you denying yourself pleasure, Jannah?" Dorrent’s deep voice called out, stopping her in her tracks as he sat back on the mattress, watching her retreat. "Doesn’t your system always enjoy how deep my penis ravages your body? Aren’t you always enjoying it, crying out my name in absolute ecstasy when you are completely lost in my touch?"

Jannah stopped, turning her head to look back at him over her shoulder. Her face was pale, her dark eyes swimming with a bitter, defensive fire.

"Pleasure is just pleasure, Dorrent!" she spat out, her voice trembling. "And I cannot live on pleasure alone!"

Dorrent stood up from the bed, his frame crossing the space in two long strides. He reached out, his hand grabbing her wrist and pulling her back toward his frame. "What exactly do you want to live on then, Jannah?" he asked, his eyes searching her face with a sudden seriousness.

Jannah looked away, her jaw clenching. "You already know what I prefer."

Dorrent stood silent for a long beat, the realization finally settling into his calculating brain. She always talks about love, he thought, a sudden, heavy weight pressing against his chest. She wants the one thing my biology has never had to learn.

"I told you last night, Jannah," Dorrent murmured as his grip on her wrist softened. "I will learn to fall in love with you. Just... give me time."

With a sudden, gentle movement, he pulled her small body directly onto his lap as he sat back down on the edge of the mattress.

The moment her rounded, mesh-clad hips landed heavily against his thighs, the hot juices that had been pooling between Jannah’s legs flowed onto Dorrent’s thin trousers, leaving a damp, warm patch right over his groin.

An electric shock of pleasure shot straight into Dorrent’s system. His crotch stirred, his massive penis thickening and hardening even further beneath his trousers, pressing with an agonizing, pulsing force against her soft flesh.

He let out a low, ragged grunt, his chest heaving as he buried his face into the crook of her neck, his hot, shallow breath fanning across her skin as his tongue shot out, licking at the scent gland behind her ear.

"Why are you drenching my trousers so badly, little herbalist?" Dorrent groaned, his voice completely unraveled, his large hands gripping her hips with a sudden, desperate strength as he pulled her tighter against his throbbing erection. "You are driving me completely insane... please... please let me have you... help me..."