Chapter 3: The Wolfman
Thamus returned to bed, eager to have his way with her. However, he did not like to impose himself on women. He would have them beg him to eat them out. He needed to sense their desire, a desire which made him insane and lust-filled.
And then, he could do anything he wanted because she'd given in to him.
"Are you just going to stand there? It will be a cold night," said Thamus, noticing Winter's shudder. She took a deep breath and seated herself on the edge of the bed.
"Stop acting like a prude. It's just a bed, and I'm not touching you... Unless you want me to," Thamus chuckled when she wrinkled her nose at him.
"I won't," Winter replied and glared at him before she plodded into the bed.
"That wasn't too difficult, was it?" Thamus said and pulled the blanket over them.
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Everything was quiet till Winter realized they were under the same blanket after feeling Thamus's bare skin scrape against hers.
Winter panicked a little and wiggled away from him, but she did not realize how close she was to the edge, and soon she found herself clutched upon the floor.
"Are you okay?" Thamus asked and peeked his head over the bedstead. Winter sighed.
"Yes. Everything is marvelous."
"I am delighted to hear that," Thamus replied, and Winter rolled her eyes.
She climbed into the bed again, took another blanket, and rolled herself into it.
"That's an interesting tactic," Thamus said while studying Winter.
"Yes, and it will at least keep you from touching my skin," Winter mumbled, and Thamus shook his head and chuckled.
The Morning After
Thamus awakened early in the morning, for the sun had not yet risen.
He saw that Winter was asleep, still rolled up in the blanket.
To be frank, he immensely relished her.
But Thamus was not a romantic man willing to marry a woman and have a family. Thamus was the ruthless savage and King of the brigades; his warriors respected him as their ruler since he proved worthy of this position. He hadn't always been the villain who plunged villages and killed the people who didn't surrender to him. But life had been cruel to him, and he gave into the darkness it brought.
Thamus opted for wildlife because it was the only thing he could handle after losing his biological family as a teen. He was left broken and beaten, alone in the world.
Years of theft and looting for survival passed before his path crossed with his former master, Wolfe Gorman - The first of his species, a werewolf.
The old man taught Thamus all he knew.
Soon, Wolfe made Thamus famous and unbeaten in combat, and when the time came, he turned him into a werewolf himself.
Thamus's fame soon surrounded the kingdoms and villages, and folklore sang about the black wolf who took what he wanted and fought any demon or man coming his way.
More and more lost souls sought him, and soon, he had hundreds of men behind him, crowning him their King.
Years have passed, and they have taken down kingdom after kingdom. Their number increased since many of their opponents changed sides during the battles. They feared him once they saw the beast he could turn himself into before them. The Wolfman.
Thamus got dressed and left his room.
"King Thamus," His men greeted when he approached them in the hall.
"How was the night?" Asked Thamus, and the men held themselves.
"It was quiet in the castle, but it was wild outside. The men celebrated the victory, but everything ended up with fifty dead men."
"I guess they were entertained then," Thamus replied.
"Send up breakfast, and then we'll deal with it all later today," he ordered and returned to his room.
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"Oh, no!" Winter mumbled and seized a blanket to conceal her nearly naked body when Thamus walked into the room.
He smirked. "No need to be shy," he murmured, approaching the bed where Winter was standing, changing clothes.
"Get away from me," Winter roared once Thamus came before her, "You'll see, Winter; you say one thing, but your eyes tell me a different story!" Thamus mumbled and leaned down next to her ear, "Just say the magic words, and I will devour your soul," He whispered, and Winter felt the hair rise on her neck.
"What magic words?" She mumbled, drawn into Thamus's energy, "I want you, Thamus!" He whispered and breathed out in her ear, making her tremble and inhale sharp breaths, sensing a woody, leathery fragrance making her daze.
"Whoops," Thamus laughed and grabbed Winter's arms when she almost fell over.
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Thamus could feel his primitive urges take over once he smelled her aroused. This was not good. He dropped Winter onto the floor and left the room in a heartbeat.
He hadn't gained complete control over his temper and urges since he had let go of himself, wandering freely to act on primal instinct for the last five years.
"Your breakfast, Your Highness," His servant announced and showed him the brick he was holding, "I will take it,"
"But Your Highness?"
Thamus looked at him with a stern look, and the servant prostrated himself and hurried away.
"What just happened?" Winter said while she looked compounded as Thamus came back into the room.
"Nothing, forget about it," Thamus muttered, but he was yet to learn that Winter wasn't someone who let things go quickly,
"So you say I should forget about you shoving me to the ground and then running out exceptionally fast from the room seconds after you came on to me?" Winter stated, a little suspicious, glaring at Thamus.
"Yes, princess. That is what you should do."
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Winter's eyes widened, "No! I will not forget about that? I demand an explanation!" Winter shouted, and then she found herself plowed against the wall.
Winter's heart was hammering against her chest as Thamus held her wrists over her head in a tight grip, feeling something tearing at her skin.
His eyes were shadowed, and his nostrils widened.
"I'm only going to tell you this once, princess; when I ask you to do something, do it. I hate to repeat myself, but it would be a shame to kill you this early, wouldn't it? Because that's what I will do if you continue this provocative attitude." Thamus said coldly, and Winter could feel the hostile energy around them.
"I understand," Winter gulped.
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Thamus stared at her face, searching for any sign of fear, but nothing.
The only thing he could hear loud and clear was her beating heart, telling him that she was indeed scared.
Thamus freed her from his grip and walked across the room to eat breakfast, but he stopped when he heard Winter gasp behind him.
He turned and saw her staring down at her bloody hands.
Thamus clenched his jaw, seeing the blood seep from Winters' hands, cursing himself for letting his wolf's claws extend from his rage.
"Come with me," he muttered and entered the joint bathroom.
"Have a seat," he ordered and pointed to a chair. Winter sat down, and Thamus soaked one cloth and began to wash off the blood, exposing the cuts over her wrists.
"How did this happen?" Winter asked and looked up at Thamus, and he knew she could tell something was off.
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