JAYDEN's POV

"I-I want you to claim me..." I whispered. "Mark me. Make me yours."

The only thing that followed was silence. 

Rafael went still inside me, his length pulsing inside me. My wrists were still cuffed above me, my skin slightly red from pulling too hard.

"I can't mark you. Just take my length like a good pretty boy." He growled and resumed thrusting. "I want to see you cry."

He was so thick. So deep. I could feel him all the way up in my stomach like a hot, throbbing brand that stretched my insides open and ruined me inch by inch.

Never have I imagined my first time would be like this. 

I tried to say something. To tell him it was too much, that I couldn't handle it, but the only thing that came out of my mouth was a high-pitched whine.

~You good down there, slut?~

My wolf. That loudmouthed little menace who decided to make his grand reappearance at the worst possible time.

~Got a royal Alpha length in you and you're crying. Babe, do you even know how legendary that is? You better arch your back and take that shit with pride.~

"Shut the hell up," I gasped aloud, my face burning.

Rafael chuckled above me, his voice all gravel and hunger. "Talking back to your wolf while I fuck you? That's adorable."

Then he shifted his hips and I swear... I saw stars.

I was so overwhelmed, it felt like I was being split open. But, I never wanted him to stop. Every push, every grind into my insides made me clench around him and cry out.

"Such a tight little hole," Rafael groaned. "You were made for this."

"Please..." I moaned, writhing under him.

"Please, what?" he asked, his hips suddenly rocking in slow, deep strokes that made me sob into the mattress. "Use your words, brat."

"Please fuck me," I cried. "More... just-don't stop..."

He lowered himself, his breath hot on my neck.

"You're gonna stay open for me like a good little bitch," he whispered, biting down softly. "Take everything I give you. And when I say cum, you beg."

"Yes-yes, Rafael-please-I'm yours-"

He stopped thrusting and flipped me over. Maybe, he was confused. I didn't know. A second after, he laid on the bed, facing up. He pulled me onto his body. "Ride me."

"I-I haven't done that before." I stuttered. 

"There's always a first time." He smirked. 

His hands reached out to my waist, guiding me down onto every inch of his length like I was nothing but a toy molded for him.

"Look at you," he growled, licking his lips. "So damn fucked out, still trying to ride me like you're not about to collapse."

My fingers dugged into the sheet, moans exiting my mouth as I shut my eyes, trying to suppress it. 

"You always this noisy during sex, or am I just fucking you stupid? Oh. Forgot you're a virgin." He taunted. 

I couldn't speak. My thighs were shaking. Sweat coated my chest. My length was still caged with that denial plug, throbbing, and leaking all over his abs.

He thrust up into me-hard-and I gasped like a damn pornstar. "You want to cum so bad, don't you?" He whispered, then he bent my back and licked sweat off my chest.

"Please..." I gasped. "Take it out. Let me cum. Please..."

He finally reached down, wrapped his fist around the base of my length and yanked the denial plug out.

I exploded.

My release shot out of me, hitting his jaw, neck, chest and one heavy spurt landed on his lips.

He licked it clean and he moaned. "Fuck... you taste better than I imagined."

Then he grabbed me-tight-and rolled us over, slamming me on my back with his length still inside. His abs flexed above me, his skin sticky with my cum, his silver eyes burning.

"You think I'm done with you?" He rasped.

He started to pound into me. Not gentle. Not slow. Just deep, raw, and greedy thrusts. I gritted my teeth, gasping, my body jolting with each hard slam.

"F-fuck-Rafael-slow down-"

"No," he growled. "You came all over me. You made a mess. Now I'm gonna fuck you until you forget your name."

~Not us getting folded like a wet towel. Rafael's snapping our back like we owe him money.~ My wolf cackled.

I couldn't keep up. His grip bruised into my hips, dragging me to meet every thrust. "You're gonna feel me for days," he panted. "You wanted to be claimed, didn't you?"

"I-I forgot-" I gasped.

"No," he snapped, biting down on my shoulder. "Say it. Say you want me to mark you."

His length slammed into that spot inside me again and my body convulsed.

"I want you to mark me!" I cried out. "I want to be yours!"

Rafael didn't stop. His thrusts got rougher, deeper. He grunted into my neck, his whole body tensing over me.

He was close.

Tears slipped down the corners of my eyes. Not from pain. Not from shame. Just... pure ecstasy.

I felt it all-the stretch, the heat, the release-as his length twitched inside me, pulsing hard before he came with a deep, guttural growl.

His release filled me-hot. But he didn't stop. He didn't even slow down.

"R-Rafael-wait-" I gasped.

"Shut up," he growled against my ear, his breath ragged. "I'm not done. I want more. I need more."

His length, still hard as steel, kept pounding into me. His hips slammed against mine like he was trying to burn me into memory.

I couldn't speak. I could barely breathe.

I was used. Fucked. Ruined.

And I loved every second of it. Though, it was painful. 

He snarled suddenly and yanked me upright like I weighed nothing. Then, he pinned me onto the bed, my back crushed to his chest. His arm hooked tight around my stomach as his length speared right back into me-deeper, angrier, and wetter with our mess.

I screamed. "R-Rafael-please-"

His mouth was on my throat, sucking harsh marks into my skin while his length carved every nerve inside me raw. His free hand slipped between my legs, jerking my leaking length in rhythm with his thrusts.

~This is an exorcism. We're getting spiritually rearranged.~

My eyes rolled back. My body jerked like a marionette. I could barely feel my legs. But my hole twitched. Each time he pulled back, it clenched for him. It begged. It dripped.

White heat exploded in my spine as he hit a certain spot inside me. I choked on a gasp. "You-You hit-what the fuck was that-?!"

He bit my ear. "Your prostate," he growled. "And now that I've found it, I'm never missing it again."

He hit it again. And again.

I cried. But the tears on my cheeks were from bliss. Every thrust made my toes curl, my hole clench, and my length throb.

~We're gonna pass out. At least, it's worth dying doing what I loved.~

"I'm gonna cum again," I sobbed.

"You better," Rafael grunted, pounding harder. "And you're gonna cum on me this time. I wanna feel you lose it while I fuck you through it."

With a strangled, filthy scream, I came again, harder than before. He snarled and slammed deep into me one final time.

JAYDEN's POV

My release painted the sheets beneath me, my body trembling. A second later, I felt Rafael slam in deep and with a primal grunt, he let go inside me again.

We both collapsed.

His body was still pressed to my back, his chest heaving against me, hot and sweaty. Then he pulled out.

Our cum-his first and second load-began to drip from my fucked hole.

I whimpered, trying to close my legs.

But Rafael?

He slid down the bed slowly, like he was admiring the mess. His silver eyes locked between my thighs. His tongue swiped through my folds.

I bit my lip and moaned softly as Rafael licked me.

Even the mess on the bedsheets, he scooped it with his tongue. Before I caught a flash. It was a shadow on the balcony window. Someone had been watching.

I blinked and my heart skipped. But when I looked again, it was gone.

Still cuffed, "Come here," I whispered. "Kiss me..."

Rafael looked up. His lips were glistening with our mess.

But instead of leaning in, his expression turned to stone. He stood up and walked to the drawer, took the keys, and unlocked the cuffs one by one without saying a word.

I sat up slowly, confused. "Rafael...?"

He didn't look at me. "That's the end."

"What...?"

He finally turned. And when he spoke, his words cut. "I just made you what you really are. A filthy little Omega. The first taste was mine. The others can enjoy you now."

"You didn't mean that..."

His smirk was cruel. "I meant every word."

He started pulling on his pants like I hadn't just begged for him. Like I hadn't just cum all over his body. Like he hadn't licked it up like a fucking addict.

"Don't catch feelings," he said. "You said you would do anything. I took what I wanted."

"But-" I croaked. "You said..."

He stepped closer, gripped my chin hard. "Say it."

My mouth opened on autopilot. "Yes, Daddy Alpha."

He let go of my chin and turned his back. And just like that, I watched him walk away.

My heart weeped. But as I stared at his broad shoulders fading into the hallway, something in me snapped too.

Fine.

You want a filthy Omega? I will be the sluttiest one this pack has ever seen.

Let's see how long you stay away.

~~~~~

I sank deeper into the tub, letting my head fall back against the edge. The water had gone cold, but I couldn't bring myself to move.

The soft candlelight flickered across my skin, casting shadows that danced across my chest but even in that quiet glow, I still felt raw. 

I told myself I wouldn't think of him again. But I did. His name echoed in my mind like a curse I couldn't cleanse from my blood. 

My thighs shifted under the water as my hand trailed down over my chest, over the spot where he had once kissed me. I sucked in a breath when my fingers grazed lower.

Even the memory of his voice made me shiver.

"Stay still, Omega. I want to taste you when you cry."

I whimpered. My hand wrapped around my length, already semi-hard from thoughts I swore I had buried. But they clawed their way back.

The way his tongue had rimmed me, slow and filthy. The way he had gripped my thighs like they were his property. The way his mouth had spoken blasphemy against my skin and then baptized me in sin.

I stroked myself slowly, letting the ache twist low in my belly. My head lolled to the side, water sloshing gently around me, my thighs slick and trembling. The tip of my length throbbed under my touch, but nothing, not even my own hands could compare to Rafael.

He was fire. He was fury. He was the Alpha who shoved my legs apart and said: "So damn fucked out, still trying to ride me like you're not about to collapse." And I had moaned under his touch. I had begged for more. 

One of my hands drifted lower, between my cheeks, teasing where he had once licked and fingered me open like I was dessert. The memory made my eyes roll back.

That moment when his tongue had pushed in. The stretch. The hot breath against my hole. The way he held me down so I couldn't squirm away from the waves of humiliating bliss.

My body jerked, my breath hitching as my fingers circled that spot. The pressure, the burn, the tension crawling up my spine. It was all too much.

"My length. That's all your body should ever crave, Omega."

I whimpered loudly. I wanted to cry. But instead, I came hard.

The orgasm slammed through me like punishment, violent and sharp. My cum spurted into the bathwater, my thighs shuddering as I gasped and let the high drown me.

My eyes were glazed. My chest heaved. But I didn't feel better. Not even close. Because no matter how hard I touched myself. No matter how far I sank into my own fantasies... It was always Rafael. Always him. Only him. Even when he called me useless. Even when he left me. Even when he made it clear I was just a stupid little Omega to him.

And now?

Now I was just a slut, touching myself to the ghost of a man who had thrown me away for the past week. Or maybe... I could get a chance to see him at the mating ceremony tomorrow. 

Even that, would be just watching from afar. 

From afar. Simply from afar. 

Would that even quench whatever heat that has been heating up inside me? 

I want Rafael. Maybe, I might get him tomorrow. 

A thought crossed my mind before a smirk played on my lips.

JAYDEN's POV

"I'll do it instead," I said, stepping closer to the kitchen head, trying to compose my trembling voice.

She raised a brow, her lips twisting into something cruel. "Really? You expect me to send you?"

"You don't have a choice." I forced a smile, almost a grin. "I'm the last option left."

She sighed, her eyes flicking away as her chest rose with irritation. After a long pause, she shoved the tray into my hands. "Fine. Five minutes. Or you lose your job."

My fingers curled around the silver handles as I smiled genuinely this time. "Noted, ma'am."

I turned and walked away, my feet barely touching the tiled floor. I was finally on my way to Alpha Rafael's room.

The royal halls were buzzing, flooded with nobles and pack dignitaries. Sophia and some of the other waiters had been sent off to a separate event, while the rest of us weren't even meant to be here.

The kitchen head wouldn't dare let me near Rafael after last time. Not since I had been caught naked, dripping with need, sprawled across his sheets like a common heat-driven whore.

~I didn't think you would stoop this low just to see Rafael again. My. Fucking. Jayden.~

Kasper's voice thundered through the mind-link, exasperated and mocking.

"Dude, chill," I muttered internally. "This is the last time. I swear."

~Not after you tripped Michael down the stairs and left him with a broken leg.~

"Point of correction. Sophia did that."

~She did it for you. So you could sneak in. So you could burn off that heat between your thighs. Slutty little Omega.~

I gasped. "Did you just call me that?!"

~Yes, and you liked it. There's nothing you can do about it.~

"Didn't you also loved it the last time? Can you remember how many days you went stirring and growling? Will you stop making me feel bad?"

~Not until you apologize to Michael.~

I nodded with a racing heart, but it wasn't Kasper's words that caused it. It was the door in front of me-Alpha Rafael's room. I reached for the handle with trembling fingers.

~Slutty bitch. Your hole's twitching already.~

"I love it that way," I whispered, grinning as I slipped inside.

His scent was in the air, with the smoky edge of dominance. It wrapped around me like chains, dragging me back into memory. Into need.

It was happening again.

I inhaled deeper, my thighs clenching, and my hips shifting with betrayal. The heat came in waves.

I shut the door gently behind me with the edge of my foot and padded toward the center table, setting down the tray with shaky fingers. My eyes swept across the room. His bed. The curtains. The shadows.

Then, I saw his outfit for the mating ceremony. A dark, regal coat laced with gold embroidery. Crisp white linen. A thick silver belt, the symbol of his heir status etched boldly at the buckle. And beside it... his boxers. Black. Plain. Still holding the memory of his body.

My breath caught.

I climbed slowly onto the bed, like a thief trespassing in a king's chamber. Crawling forward on hands and knees, I reached for the fabric like it was sacred.

Time slowed.

The world dulled.

My fingers brushed the front of the boxers. The spot where his length would have rested. I bit my lower lip as a moan escaped.

I didn't think of anything else. I just obeyed the need that clawed at me. My tongue slipped out, trailing along the front, tasting dried salt and the faint musk that still lingered.

I whimpered.

Falling onto the mattress, I clutched the fabric to my chest. My hands moved to my belt, unbuckling it with trembling fingers.

When it loosened, I tugged down my pants and boxers in one slow, aching motion. My length stood hard, slick at the tip. Already leaking.

And I was on Rafael's bed. In his house.

I couldn't stop the gasp that trembled from my lips. This was it. This was my perfect little dream. Actually, my dream turned reality.

I wrapped my left hand around it gently, teasing myself, and a moan slipped free, my head falling back into the soft pillow that still carried Rafael's scent.

Up and down.

Slow and steady.

Each stroke dragged a groan from my throat.

I reached for his boxers-the ones I had licked seconds ago-and pressed the fabric over my lips. I pushed the thick center part-the part that once hugged his length-into my mouth. The moment it touched my tongue, I shivered. It was warm with old desire, soaked with his musk, and I tasted the ghost of his pre-cum.

This was wrong on every level, but I didn't care. I couldn't care. If this was hell, I would gladly burn for it.

"The Moon Goddess will forgive me," I whispered into the cloth. "She knows I'm only answering a call."

I jerked forward, licking his boxers faster, my tongue rolling desperately against the fabric as my hand stroked harder. My hips lifted off the bed in surrender, chasing every drop of pleasure like a cursed thing.

Then a voice echoed in my head: Filthy Omega, suck faster. Cum for me.

I whimpered at the sound of Rafael's imagined command.

"Yes, Alpha," I moaned breathlessly.

But, the bathroom door creaked open.

The real Rafael.

Flesh and fury.

He was naked from the waist up. His muscles tensed. His silver eyes locked onto mine with deadly precision.

Time collapsed.

I couldn't stop. Not anymore.

My body arched as the orgasm tore through me like a hurricane. My moan filled the air, broken and beautiful, as thick, creamy ropes of cum shot upwards, landing shamelessly on his bed, his shirt, and my shirt.

Rafael froze.

His jaw tightened. His shoulders went rigid. Fury radiating off of him in waves. His fists clenched, but his gaze dropped straight to my twitching length.

I licked my lips, lazily riding out the orgasm, my breath hitching.

"Oh-fuck... that was good," I moaned, my voice hoarse with satisfaction. "Your bed made me cum, Alpha. Looks like he's better than you."

I smirked, devilish and ruined, my hand still moving with slow, teasing strokes.

"You bitch!" He snapped. "How dare you do this in my room? On my bed? On the day of my mating ceremony!?"

And just like that, he was on me.

He lunged forward and gripped the collar of my shirt, yanking me up with violent force. Our faces were inches apart. His breath hit my lips like fire, and I moaned at the contact.

I exhaled right in his face. His body went still. His eyes fluttered. Something cracked inside him.

A small smile tugged at my lips. And then I slammed my mouth against his.

I pulled him closer, wrapping my arms around his thick neck, whining into the kiss like a slut in heat. My length twitched, even though I had just cum. My whole body still trembled with need.

Rafael groaned loudly. For a second, he kissed me back.

~Looks like you achieved your aim.~

Oh, not now, Kasper... Of all times, my bastard wolf had to speak?

I slowly helped Rafael lower into the bed. His skin felt hot against mine, heavy with tension I knew all too well. Then his eyes fluttered open, locking onto mine with that familiar fire I thought I would never see again.

Without a word, I slid my creamy fingers between our mouths, moaning as I licked every trace of my release from them. I let my saliva coat them thoroughly, until it dripped down to my wrist. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, letting my saliva mix with his. 

"Right now, I'm shameless," I whispered. "I'll scream until the walls break down. I'm not afraid to face it anymore. My body-" I leaned closer, brushing my lips over the shell of his ear, "-needs you more than I want you."

My right hand began its slow descent. From his tense shoulders, down the sculpted plane of his chest, every inch of him a memory carved into my brain. I reached the tightly wrapped towel around his waist.

Still, he said nothing. He just watched possessively.

I tugged the towel loose.

And there it was.

His length. Hard. Thick. Angry red and pulsing. A bead of precum clung to the tip, glistening like it was begging me to taste it.

"You can't have enough of me, Daddy Alpha," I murmured, licking my bottom lip. "I'm shameless for you."

I didn't wait for his answer.

I slowly let him fall beside me on the bed and I crossed over. I licked the tip slowly. My tongue swirled around it, and I moaned when I tasted him. That tangy, intoxicating taste I craved every fucking night since he left.

"That's-f-fuck-I want more." He writhed, stopping his hands from touching my hair. 

"Your wish is my command," I purred.

I took more of him into my mouth, letting my teeth barely graze the swollen head. Just enough to make his hips jerk beneath me. My hand wrapped around the base, stroking in rhythm with my lips, my tongue dancing in sinful spirals.

He taught me this. He turned me into this.

A filthy, devoted slut who could never look at another without remembering the way he used to fuck me.

I couldn't be what I promised him-a slut for others. Because no one tasted like Rafael. No one hurt like he did. No one fucked my heart and left it leaking the way he had. But that didn't mean I wouldn't act like a slut now.

Let's see how well he handled that.