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.

RAFAEL's POV 

Never in my damned royal bloodline did I imagine I would walk into such a fucking sight-This filthy Omega, sprawled on my bed, my boxers stuffed in his mouth, jerking off like the insatiable little beast he was born to be.

What the actual hell?

His body arched beautifully, as if the mattress itself begged to memorize the shape of his back. 

His moans were sinful whispers thick in the air, slick with need. His hand moved with desperation around his length-long and rough strokes-his eyes half-lidded with lust, and fuck... that boxers-in-mouth thing? 

That tore the last piece of sanity from me.

Even as I stood there with my jaw clenched and fuming, he didn't stop. He wouldn't stop.

And when I stepped closer, ready to rip him off the sheets and toss him to the dogs, that's when he came. Right in front of me. Because of me. Because of the scent I left behind.

His whimpers intensified. His body convulsed before thick stream of creamy white cum erupted from his length, painting the air before splattering across his shirt, my shirt and my sheets. The fucking sheets. My sheets.

"Fuck," I breathed out, my voice darker than I intended. My length stirred, traitorous and awake.

Why did it sound so good? His moans. His filthy little cries. His breathless gasps. They weren't noise. They were a symphony.

But he's an Omega. A disgrace. A nameless, groveling, untamed beast. A nobody that should be groveling beneath me for forgiveness.

I shouldn't feel this way. I couldn't feel this way. But fuck-My length twitched again, swelling beneath the towel I had barely managed to keep on. My wolf snarled inside me, clawing to the surface.

~That's our slut. I want him. I want that tight, slick little hole choking on me.~

I gritted my teeth. This is sick. Depraved. Out of line. But so was I.

Truth? I've fucked my own hand nearly ten times this week. Nothing helped. No man caught my interest. Their touch? Forgettable. Their voices? Annoying noise.

Only him. This wild little sin of a boy.

I should shove him off. I should've done it when he had the audacity to kiss me earlier, moaning like I was his air. Hell, I could've called the guards. I could've had him chained, dragged out and burnt alive for the insult.

But I didn't.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

Why did this feel so good after what happened between us that night?

And now, his lips were wrapped around my length, those obscene eyes watching me like I was his salvation. His tongue swirled over the tip of my length, collecting precum like it was honey.

"That's-f-fuck-I want more," I growled, my hips twitching, betraying me.

His lips slurped in a rhythm so damn intoxicating I almost saw stars. His throat hummed, vibrating against the shaft of my length. My head fell back, a moan ripping through me.

Unforgivable.

"Damn... that mouth of yours-tight as fuck. I-"

Before I could finish, he pulled back with a filthy pop, releasing my length from his lips. Strings of mixed saliva and cum trailed from his mouth, dripping down his chin like some divine nectar. 

His expression? Smug. Shameless.

His fingers, still wet with our mess, rose to his lips, and he sucked them slowly, licking up every drop with the hunger of a man dying for more.

"I could scream for you with no fear. And you can also slave me, Daddy Alpha." he whispered hoarsely, his eyes locked on mine.

Every word stabbed into my chest like an erotic dagger, and yet, the heat it left behind burned beautifully. His hand slid down my chest, slow and teasing me. 

My length pulsed hard. Red at the tip, throbbing for attention. He licked his lips like he had found the elixir of life.

"You're addicted," he smirked, his voice low and ruined. "And I'm worse. I'm your filthy Omega. So go ahead. Punish me later. But right now? I hope you don't mind being late for your own mating ceremony."

Then he went lower. And I lost all control.

He took the tip of my length between his lips again, his eyes never leaving mine. The tease of his teeth grazed the underside and my legs threatened to buckle.

"That's-I-I-fuck yes..."

He grinned around my length. "Your wish is my command," he muttered with a mouthful.

And in that moment... I knew this Omega wasn't just a nuisance. He was my curse. Maybe... My obsession.

"Do you love this, Daddy Alpha?" He asked, his breath grazing the slick head of my length. The vibration of his voice wrapped around me like a goddamn vice.

"Yes-f-fuck-yes. I want more. More of your filthy, tight mouth around me. That heat... It's driving me insane," I confessed, my voice strained, barely a whisper, thick with need.

~Can't even handle a mere deepthroat now? By an Omega? Pathetic, Rafael. Absolutely fucking pathetic.~

My useless wolf taunted me.

"Oh, baby. Fuck-harder. Uh... ahh... yes... don't stop."

I gripped the bedsheets beneath me, my knuckles whitening. The Omega parted my legs wider with such entitled boldness. His tongue traced along the thick veins of my length as though I were his favorite meal.

"Your length feels incredible in my mouth," he moaned, his voice sultry and dripping with filth. "Tell me, Alpha... do you want your Omega to make you cum now?"

"No-Yes-" I stuttered, caught between shame and carnal bliss. My body betrayed me faster than my lips could form the truth.

He pulled his head back momentarily, his eyes flicking up at me with wild, intoxicating lust. Then he wrapped his hand around the base of my length and stroked it in time with his mouth-wet, sloppy, and ruthless.

"Oh fuck, baby-" I cried out, my fingers tangling into his hair. The wet, erotic sounds of his mouth echoed through the room like a cursed lullaby, meant to ruin me.

The pressure in my gut built violently. The tension between my thighs was unbearable. I was losing it.

"Cum for me, Daddy Alpha."

It wasn't a plea. It was a command. And my entire fucking body obeyed.

My eyes snapped shut. My thighs locked instinctively around his head. He reached up, pressing his palms against my belly, his fingers drawing maddening circles over my sensitive skin, drawing my orgasm out, manipulating it like it belonged to him.

When his hands slid down to my waist, I shivered violently. Then he slapped my sides-soft, teasing, and torturous.

I gasped. "F-fuck!"

And then I snapped. I grabbed the back of his head, thrusting my hips up, helpless against the pleasure spiraling inside me.

"Ahhh-Ahhh-Ugh-FUCK-I'm cumming!"

I bucked as a moan ripped from my throat. My body trembled beneath him as my cum spilled out of me in thick spurts, my hips grinding into the mattress, my thighs trembling.

"Ahh..." I slumped backward into the bed, boneless, my eyes rolling back. "F-Fuck... that was-insane. What a tight, sinful mouth."

The Omega chuckled darkly. Then-pop. He pulled back with an audible release, his mouth wet and slick with cum and spit.

I thought he was done. But I was wrong. Without pause, he dove down again and swallowed me whole.

"Shit-" I groaned, my hips bucking up as the overstimulation turned into blinding heat. 

My wolf whimpered, torn between wanting to dominate and to be devoured. The Omega's tongue swirled with wicked precision, and his hands worked my length like he owned it.

That was the last straw.

I sat up, fury slamming back into my chest. My hand shot out, my fingers closing around his throat as I pushed him back, pinning him against the headboard.

"How dare you come into my room, Omega?!"

~So much for a man who just came hard like a turbine, huh?~

"Will you shut the fuck up?" I growled at my wolf through the link, my breath still uneven.

He chuckled, not fazed in the slightest. "Next time, address me with my name. I'm Jayden."

Jayden. Such a sweet name for a dirty, depraved little slut like him.

"I'm in your room now," he purred, dragging a finger down my chest. "Aren't you happy? Then why are you acting like you're not?"

He tilted his head, smirking with mischief. "Why chase me out when your length clearly wants me to stay?"

"I hate you," I hissed under my breath.

"But your length says otherwise," he replied coolly, his eyes locked onto mine.

His hand slid down between us and wrapped around my semi-hard length again, stroking slow and deliberate.

"Fuck-" I groaned, unable to stop the twitch.

~Did you just moan again? Go fuck him already! Wreck him.~

My breathing came shallow and fast. Something inside me snapped.

I spun him around, slamming his chest to the wall. My eyes zeroed in on his twitching hole, completely exposed, slightly puckered, and glistening.

That sinful ass. My damnation.

There was no time for lube. No time to think.

If I moved away to get some, he might vanish like a ghost. Like I did last time.

Not happening.