30. Are you a Virgin?

Winifred was so shocked at what she had just heard,What?She asked, confused.

Looking back into her eyes, Arthur shrugged. You want me to let you go, don’t you? You want to be free from being my slave and you just said you’ll do anything for it?” He asked again and then suddenly, he carried her in his arms, bridal style and before Winifred could even say a word, she was on the work table that was at a corner of his room.

Winifred kept staring at him wondering if he was implying what she thought he was implying? When she kept looking at him with a frown, he squeezed her waist hard. Harder than she had anticipated causing her to whimper.

"Answer me. You’ll do anything to save yourself from me, right?

Winifred nodded. Wordlessly. Like a little, plastic, brainless doll.

"Then let me see how much you want to be saved. Show me how much you really want your freedom and how you would fight for it by doing anything. Show me how much you want to be saved from me and spread those legs of yours.”

Winifred got a serious case of shivers at his low tone. She was not sure if her thighs dropped open themselves or he powered his way between them. But suddenly, he was there between her thighs.

“You are crazy. That's what you want from me? You're a monster.” She let out, stumbling over her words while at the same time raking her nails over his chest, panting slightly at the bulk of him.

Her mouth was speaking something else while her body was simply reacting in its own way. It was almost as if she didn't have a control over her own body but no matter how she might try to deny it, she knew within herself that she had control and had just chosen to let her body do whatever it was that it was doing.

“I've come to know that you call anything you don't understand a monster. It's one trait in humans so I don't really care." Arthur said as his hands travel down from Winifred's waist, smoothing down her dress, and then the heartthrob followed.

Every touch sent a jolt of electricity through her veins, making her skin tingle and her heart pound. In the silence of the room, her breaths became louder, almost desperate. She couldn't control them, even if she tried. The intensity of the moment demanded more oxygen, as if her body needed the extra air to withstand the sensations coursing through her. Arthur's hands slipped under her undergarments, and all Winifred could see were his wrists.

The feel of his smooth fingers made her to whip her eyes up at him. Only to find him watching his hands on her, as well. And something about that, something about the way he looked at her was undeniably intense and needy. It was as if he had to witness with his own eyes the reality of his touch upon her.

Arthur's touch on her soft, sensitive thighs made Winifred squirm with a mixture of pleasure and surprise. As he lifted his gaze to meet hers, a sudden question escaped his lips, penetrating the intimate atmosphere between them. "Are you a virgin?"

The shock of his inquiry reverberated through Winifred's trembling thighs. She couldn't believe he had asked such a personal question in the midst of their intense encounter. With his broad chest consuming her field of vision, she stammered, "What?"

“Your virginity. Do you still have it?” Arthur asked again without a hitch in his breath.

Winifred felt she should push him away. She felt like she had to put an end the whole confusing situation. She needed to set the boundaries between them and not give in to whatever game it was that he was playing. It wasn't supposed to be that hard, all she wanted was to be away from him, his kingdom,the so called beasts, this world. All she wanted was to be away from the 1700s she was in and back in the 2022 she was supposed to be in. She didn't want to feel this way; heavy, panting and all that, so lazy yet so awake and throbbing.

Despite her internal resolve, Winifred found herself involuntarily responding to his question. Her mouth betrayed her intentions as she answered without hesitation, "No," she declared, although it was a lie. She didn't want him to believe he had something to take from her. If the lessons from history class held true, she knew that virginity held significance in this time period. So, by denying her own virginity, perhaps Arthur would loosen his grip on her. Maybe he would begin to perceive her differently and decide to release her.

Arthur's thumb continued its caressing circles on her skin, leaving a trail of heat and roughness against her softness. In the midst of his touch, he confidently declared, "You're lying." Winifred fought against the allure of his circling thumb, questioning why its hypnotic rhythm had such a drowsy effect on her.

A lazy smile played on Arthur's lips as he spoke, "But you appear to me as someone untouched." With those words, he moved again, exerting pressure on her thighs. He slid her down the table, causing her buttocks to dangle precariously over the edge. Skillfully, he hitched up her calves around his waist, securing her ankles at the small of his back, just above his firm behind.

If Winifred thought his thumbs were driving her to madness, the sensation of his jeans grazing along her thighs intensified her arousal even further. Before she could fully process his previous statement, he cupped her face with his hands, their size encompassing her cheeks and reaching into her disheveled hair.

Leaning in, he whispered, his breath ragged, "So, you're telling me that if I were to remove your undergarments and insert my finger inside you, I wouldn't find that tiny piece of flesh that confirms your untouched status?" His words painted a vivid image, eliciting a shudder from Winifred as she yearned for him to follow through with his proposition.

Thoughts rushed through Winifred's mind as Arthur's words echoed in her head. She couldn't help but think about what he suggested—his finger inside her, the same fingers entangled in her hair at that very moment. She quickly shook her head, unsure of the purpose behind her action. Was she telling him he couldn't proceed, or was she responding to his question? She couldn't quite comprehend her own intentions.

“I won't find it? Or are you saying I can't put my fingers in you?” Arthur asked taking her shaking of head as a reply.

Arthur's fingers in Winifred's hair tightened, for a reason he couldn't pinpoint yet, he suddenly felt angry and sweaty. Not at her but at whoever made her a woman. His wolf was already so aroused and it was taking all of the strength in him not to take her tight there, he couldn't stop wondering why she had such an effect over him. He barely knew her and she was just a human. Humans were never supposed to have such an effect on them so why was his wolf so shaken and going as far as wanting to mark her, marking was only for wolves, for their mates. He was utterly confused but his curiosity overrode that confusion at that moment as he wanted to know more about her and maybe find whoever it was and make him regret taking what was supposed to be his. His own possessiveness scared him.

“Who took it?” He asked, his voice stern.

“What?” Winifred asked, confused about his question.

“Who. Who. Took it?” Arthur repeated.

“Who took what?”

“Your virginity. Who did you give it to?”

Winifred's lips part under Arthur's hovering ones, it was then that she noticed how close they had gotten and she had to wonder about how they even managed to get that close to each other. Not touching yet breathing over each others skin.

Grabbing his wrists, she found her voice. “I don't think it's any of your business. It's mine not yours, who I give it to isn't your business."

Arthur’s eyes were still unreadable to her. “When did it happen?” He probed further.

"Before you. Before your world."

He smiled, a cold smile that Winifred didn't like. “Did it hurt?” He asked.

Winifred jerked out a nod. “It did."

"So I take it that he was big?”

“Stop. Asking. So. Much. Questions!” Winifred choked out, feeling too overwhelmed. She felt like he was seeing through her and might get to know that she was lying. It was almost as if he was hypnotizing her as she felt like the truth was on the tip of her tongue and all he needed to do was probe some more and then she would be spilling the truth out, countering her own lies.

But then Arthur wasn't done with his questions and he merely continued,"Was he good? Did you like it?"