Chapter 4

Amber Whyte.

My heart dropped to my stomach. Fear clawed at my chest.

It was at that moment I realized what I had done.

I was a fucking pervert. A freak.

Gawking in the shadows, peeking lustfully as my twin sister's marriage was consummated.

This was sick. I was sick.

Gathering my weak body, I rose from the floor, dashed out faster than the speed of light.

I didn't answer the calls. I didn't dare look back.

Fuck!

I dropped my supplies there.

Delilah would have my head on a silver platter if she finds out what I did.

That I touched myself inappropriately while she was fucked senseless by her mate, my obsession. That my pussy ached for his cock. That I was leaking uncontrollably for him. For Elion.

That I was losing my mind rapidly.

I didn't stop running until I found myself in my room.

The shabby place Delilah ordered me to stay. It was similar to the attic– far from reach, freezing, dilapidated.

At least I was safe. For now.

Slamming the door and bolting it immediately, my back hit the wall as pants erupted from my parted lips.

I couldn't breathe. The air in my lungs was heavy. My face was contorted with fright, like I had seen a ghost.

My heart thundered violently in my chest, like it was about to jump out, and my body vibrated as if it was being charged with a high-voltage electrical current.

I was shivering. I was trembling. I was terrified.

Not from Delilah's threats and possible punishments.

But from what I saw.

The heavy-duty, monstrous cock, positioned like a loaded machine gun built for destruction. It was fleshy. It was thick. Angry bulging veins scattered around it like lightning.

Each time it rammed furiously into Delilah, it nodded like it understood its primary assignment– that it was built to wreck. To ruin. To destroy. To split open. Without mercy.

My hands found my face, covering my eyes. I forced my brain to shut itself down. Maybe I will be calm. Maybe this burning ache would go.

But it replayed, brighter in my head this time. It didn't matter whether my eyes were shut or open.

I saw it. All of his ginormous cock disappeared as it split Delilah open from within. As it reappeared with her juices coating the cap midway. It didn't let her recover from the aggressive thrust before sinking into her expanded hole again.

I screamed, blocking my ears as I dropped to the cold floor.

But the echoes of her moans resounded in my ears. It was louder this time. Haunting. Unforgiving. Mocking. Her cries. Her screams. Her struggles.

But it only grew worse.

I almost lost it as the squishy sound of her weeping vagina filled every inch of my head. It squelched every time the massive rod found her opening and rammed into it like a savage beast. Because he was.

"Make it stop!" I cried, pulling my hair in agony. In hunger. In desperation.

Jamming my hands against my ears

Instead, it replayed. In high-definition.

Deafening moans. Flash slapping against flesh. Elion.

It wouldn't leave. It was alive in me. Eating me up from within.

Leaving me soaking my panties.

Driving me nuts.

Elion.

He was the first to turn.

Did he see me?

Did he notice me at the entrance?

Fuck. What was I thinking? Salivating as my sister got fucked. Wishing it were me.

The hunger in my pussy roared, sending heat to every inch of my skin.

My body shuddered in need.

I remained on the bed, pressing the pillow against my face as I tried to sleep, hoping it would help to calm me.

I forced myself. Hard. I tried several techniques. But sleep failed me. It felt like my body deliberately mocked me.

My pussy was mad that it was being ignored. That it was denied what it craved.

I got up with a start, heading to the shower.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I slipped into the tiny bathroom, towel wrapped around my naked body.

I didn't bother to shut the door behind me. I couldn't think straight. Elion consumed me.

I turned the shower on. It was scalding enough to melt my desire. The steam wrapped around me like a secret as I hung my towel and stepped into the shower, allowing the water to rain down on me heavily.

My hard nipples tingled. My body quivered. My clit was swollen with need.

My arousal smeared between my thighs like syrup.

I let the water take over me. Cleanse me. Soak me. Take away this ache that drove me insane.

But it didn't help.

Switching to a cold shower was useless. My desires only multiplied.

Until...

My fingers dropped to my sides.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I began to imagine him. Elion. My obsession.

Icy blue eyes pinned on me. Lips sucking my nipples hard. Large fingers gripping my neck hard.

His voice. Deep. Commanding. Like silk. Like a dagger. Whisper into my ears.

"Already wet for me, little dove."

I almost dropped to my knees as my legs nearly gave way.

The heat that radiated in-between my pussy was palpable.

String of fluid lined up my pussy, staining my thighs, leaving me flushed with need.

Without warning, my fingers rested on my swollen clit, gliding softly.

I gasped. Almost choking on my tears as my folds were mad sensitive.

My fingers circled my clitoris gently at first. Then harder. Faster. Furiously.

My eyes rolled back to my sockets as waves of pleasure descended on me.

My breath turned into short pants.

My moans grew loud. The water roared.

My legs gave out, causing me to fall to the wet ground, but I didn't stop.

My fingers worked faster. Angrier.

They were coated with my juices now.

Fuck! Elion!

I cried, his image plastered in my mind.

I fucked myself hard. My fingers were circling my clit as my fluid got sticky.

Messy, oozing out of me uncontrollably.

"You like touching yourself for me, little dove? Next time, it will be my cock hitting your cervix. You'll bleed. But I won't stop."

Chapter 5

Amber Whyte.

I woke up to my sheets soaked with my cum.

My slick thighs trembled. All ten fingers wrapped around my pussy folds twitched nonstop.

The night was long. Unforgiving. Torturing.

I barely slept. Barely shut my tired eyes.

I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Couldn't concentrate.

Not after what I saw last night.

Not after knowing how wild he would still be plunging into my sister's hole.

Not after their groans still stuck to my head, replaying as if on a fucking loop.

Not after I lost count of how many times I touched myself after my episode in the shower.

Still, it was not enough. Not enough to quell this mad hunger lodged between my legs. Not enough to satisfy my dark desires.

And still... I dreamt of him.

Elion.

His monstrous cock stuffed into my pussy, filling every inch until it expanded to accommodate only half his length.

I exploded for him. Multiple times.

When I thought my pussy was dry from how excessive my orgasms descended, it poured out again, like a fountain.

Elion not only infiltrated my dream. He invaded my thoughts.

I swore I talked to him dirty in my dreams.

By the Moon goddess, I called him Daddy.

Not Elion. Not Alpha. Just Daddy.

And he responded with a dark, carnal smirk enough to make my knees wobble.

I swore I could still hear his filthy talk from my dream. His promises. His threats. His desires. They echoed in my head on replay.

"Be a good girl for Daddy and choke on this dick."

"Good. Touch yourself. Fuck yourself hard because next time, I'll show you what real pleasure is. I will stretch that dirty cunt until there is nothing left."

A soft moan escaped from my cracked throat as warm liquid ran freely from my vagina, staining the sheets.

I heaved a sigh, swallowing hard as my eyes swept across the mess I created.

Nowhere was spared. My body was soaked in my cum. It ran from the hair of my head to the heel of my feet.

It was messy. But I remained fused to the bed, reminiscing over last night.

I wasn't ashamed. And by chance it happens? I would gladly do it again. Fuck myself again. Think about him again. Moan his name during my orgasm again. Dream about him again.

I rose up, peeling my sticky clothes from my body and discarding them into the laundry. I did the same to the sheets.

I grabbed my towel, wrapped it around my figure, and walked over to the only tiny window that ventilated the room to open it.

I wish I didn't. Because he was standing downstairs.

Elion.

In his glory.

Dominating force. Clad in his signature outfit– black shirt, black pants, black leather jacket. Black boots. Eyes like fire. Lips like poison. Muscles flexed in unison as he barked commands at his Beta.

His face glowed brightly under the warmth of the morning sun. His black jet finger brushed hair to the side, swaying in the wind.

Damn! He was so fine. I could watch him forever.

But the moment his voice rang in my ears. I felt something charge up my clit.

Gently at first, like a tingle, but it vibrated with full force, forcing me to collapse on my knees.

Shamelessly, I parted my thighs wide, guiding my fingers on my glistened thighs before rubbing my clitoris.

My eyes remained fixed on him as I screamed from pleasure. From how sensitive my clit was.

I licked my lips greedily, throwing my head back as beads of tears trickled down my eyes.

I didn't stop. I couldn't. Every circling was met with a more aggressive one that left me shuddering in excitement.

My stomach formed multiple knots the more my fingers worked tirelessly, sinking in and out of my pussy.

A knock on my door jolted me from cloud nine.

But I didn't stop.

Not until I've gotten rid of this ache.

It didn't take long before my orgasm shot out of me, leaving me convulsing with pleasure.

My eyes darted to Elion once more. The man who made me cum without touching me. All he had to do was just breathe, exist.

That was how much power he had over me.

Finally, I took a shower, changed into the old casual clothes that Penelope handed to me because there was a delay in sewing my uniform.

Hours later, I got busy scrubbing the dirt off the wall in another building a few yards from the Pack house.

Although my work was only restricted to the Pack house, Delilah insisted I scrub the walls and the floors until my fingers bled. She wanted them spotlessly clean until her reflection stared back at her from the wall.

It was impossible.

But who am I to turn down her request?

When I was done, I found myself in the Pack stable, tending to horses and cleaning the environment. It was a few distance away from the Packhouse, stationed behind it.

Delilah had instructed that my lunch break should be used to tend to the horses and my siesta should be canceled.

My stomach gnawed in hunger and my bones cracked in exhaustion.

Tears burned at the back of my eyes as the image of Delilah plastering my breakfast on my head replayed in my head.

A day never crosses without her public humiliation. Yet I endured.

I concluded that if she refused to let me have dinner, I would sneak into the kitchen and steal some. It's been days since I've eaten.

"Amber! There you are."

I turned to look behind me as I was startled by the noise.

Before me was Penelope. She was also a maid in the Packhouse and an Omega too.

Her friendliness drew me close to her.

"I've been searching for you everywhere," she resumed, drawing closer to me.

"I stopped by your room in the morning. I knocked several times but got no response. I didn't want you to oversleep because I sensed that you were extremely tired from yesterday's workload."

She was already beside me. Her hands wrapped my finger and it made my insides sparkle with warmth, with love.

At least someone cared about me.

"Guess I overslept," I lied, forcing a smile to conceal it.

So it was her knocking while I fucked myself?

"You look exhausted. Did you even sleep?" She asked, her voice was laced with concern and care as her fingers spread on my face, examining the circles below my eyes.

"You look like something is draining you. Is it your sister? Did she punish you again?" Her voice dropped. This time, it was filled with a blend of anger and pity.

"No." I shook my head, taking a step from her as heat began to radiate my body.

How could I tell her I was attracted to my twin sister's mate? And I wanted to fuck him?

Lost in the trail of thoughts, her words didn't make it into my ears.

I was alone...until I wasn't.

I felt him.

His aura.

His scent.

His power.

Right outside the stable, mounting on a fucking horse. Riding it with vigor. With a stance. With steeze and composure.

He was smoking hot. Drop-dead gorgeous as he maneuvered the horse gently by the reins.

I swallowed hard, fixing my gaze on him as my mind centered on him.

At that moment, I grew dangerously jealous of the horse. I wish it was me he was riding. Mounting.

My nipples hardened and I felt a tingle in my kitty.

Not now.

Not beside Penelope.

"Hello?!" A voice yelled, causing me to jerk in shock.

"Amber? You are lost. What is wrong with you? You are acting weird."

I quickly shifted my gaze to avoid her noticing that I was checking Elion out. But it was too late.

One push away from the window to conceal ourselves.

Her eyes widened in a mix of shock and fear, leaving me perplexed.

"You were checking out the Alpha, weren't you?" Her tone was slow, soft, and accusing.

I couldn't deny. She caught me. Red-handed.

"He is off-limits," her whispers made me shrug sadly.

"I know. He is my sister's mate."

"No," she paused, her hand dropped on my shoulder in concern.

Like something terrified her. I started to get scared. Confused.

"The Alpha is not who you think he is. He destroys everyone and everything in his path. He will destroy you. Don't mess with him, I beg you. Stay away as far as possible."

Her warnings lingered in the air, thickening the atmosphere with fear.

I swore a chill ran down my spine.

"The curse will swallow you before you even realize it..."

She gasped, freezing in place as terror flooded her eyes. She remained rooted to the spot, shivering like she had been called into a trance.

Soon, she recovered herself, dusted the hay that clung to her body, and resumed work.

We never spoke about it. And when I asked, she was too terrified to answer.

I glanced outside the stable through the window, but Elion wasn't there.

I felt empty.

Hours later, I was alone, half done with my work.

But my mind pounded heavily on her words.

I couldn't get it off my mind.

The curse would swallow me?

What curse?

Why would it swallow me?

Suddenly, the air thickened as a powerful presence surrounded me.

Without turning, I knew it was he who stared.

Elion.

Jumping in fear as my eyes got locked with his dark ones, my heart skipped two beats as he drew dangerously close to me.

"It was you, wasn't it?" His deep voice echoed, almost forcing me into heat.

I almost choked on my words as his scent assaulted my nose, leaving me shivering breathlessly.

"Me?" My voice came out cracked, in a whisper, shaky. Betraying me. My breath grew erratic.

"It was you, last night. Rooted in the shadow behind the door watching how I fucked your sister senseless. How she moaned against my cock. You stood there wishing it was you. Waiting for your turn."

My breath hitched. My stomach dropped.

He fucking knew.

"You stood there dripping for me. Fingers grazing your cunt, waiting for your turn to be ruined by Daddy's cock."

I couldn't breathe.

"You want to be presented to my altar like a sacrifice. You want to be devoured until there is nothing left. You want me to ride you the way I rode that horse. You can't get enough of me..."

"You talk filthy in your sleep. Dream about me. Wake up in the middle of the night to change your soaked sheets because your little cunt can't stop exploding."

He leaned dangerously close and I almost collapsed in ecstasy.

"And now. You are soaked for me. Hungry and ready for Daddy's cock. Right here. Right now."

Chapter 6

Amber Whyte.

"Lastly, don't forget to return these supplies to the store after you've cleaned the second floor thoroughly. Head back to your room immediately when you are done. You are not permitted to lurk around."

The head maid instructed firmly. Her tone was harsh with command as her gaze was fixated on my lost ones.

She barely took three steps towards the stable entrance before walking briskly back to me as if she had forgotten something.

But I didn't care.

Because my mind was gone.

Far gone with Elion.

Especially after our last encounter.

My body still burned with immense pleasure. The heat steamed my pussy from within.

His words re-echoed in my head, stirring something dangerous within me...

Damn!

So he knew it was me all along.

My crazy fantasies. My secret.

He fucking knew. And he watched me as I got lost dreaming about them.

He saw me despite how I concealed my presence in the shadows behind the door. Feeding my eye with the pleasant size of his cock.

He smelt me. My arousal.

He knew I craved him. I wanted him to wreck me. To use me. To make me his cumdump. To stretch my virgin cunt until there was nothing left to be stretched. To ride me to hell and back.

And now? He knew how I dripped shamelessly before him. How my nipples begged to have a taste of his tongue. How I would let him bend me over the wooden table stacked with hay while ripping my clothes from my body and spanking my soft ass.

How I would let him ram his massive dick into my weeping pussy, bent in unholy positions in the presence of the horses.

He knew how much effect he had over me.

Fuck!

My pussy clenched tightly as the memory replayed in my head repeatedly.

My body shuddered with desire and my eyes darkened with need.

How could he say those words and leave me begging to be touched? Begging to be fucked.

His lingering scent didn't make things easy for me. It snapped me away from reality.

I wasn't myself anymore.

Elion was driving me insane.

But I hope I won't be seeing him again today. I haven't recovered from our encounter and my fingers burned with ache from touching myself. My clit was sore and swollen from the endless rubbing. My body was weak from jerking and convulsing.

But I would be a liar if I didn't want to have a glimpse of him again.

"Over here, Amber!"

I jumped, startled by the sudden noise and quick snapping of fingertips.

"What is wrong with you? What are you thinking about?" She asked, eyeing me strangely, but I didn't respond.

I didn't care.

"May I ask if you know the maid who was assigned to drop the supplies at the store after the party?" She leaned to ask. Her voice dropped dangerously low and her face twisted in anger.

I wanted to ask the reason for her search, but I refrained myself.

I swallowed the lump in my chest, struggling to steady my erratic breathing as blood drained from my face.

Fuck! She must not find out it was me!

"I don't," I answered sharply, turning away from her to resume my chores before she shoved another question in my face.

I wasn't ready to get into trouble.

But how the fuck did she know?

I was certain Elion wouldn't feed her such information.

But who else knew? Delilah?

I hope not. I wasn't ready for another crushing punishment.

By the time I finished cleaning the stables, the sun had sunk down, leaving me in total darkness, save for the lamp that generated faint light in the stable.

That was when it dawned on me. I missed dinner. Again.

With tears in my eyes, I sank to the floor, ignoring the hay that was scattered all over as I wrapped my hands against my knees, pulling them close to my chest as I wept profusely.

The hunger wasn't my problem, but I was tired. Exhausted from the harsh treatment by my sister.

I didn't know how long before I broke from her pressure.

I shouldn't have followed her to this Pack.

I should have remained dead when she and my grandmother pushed me off the cliff to sink into the sea.

I brought my fingers close to my face, wiping the tears that stained my knees.

Before I could adjust my position, a gust of wind hit me.

It was different. Powerful. Hard to ignore.

An aura that bled submission.

The scent of fresh pines growing by the river.

The smell of the soil after rain.

Peeling my face from my knees, I got up at once, determined to find the person, only to be met with a tray containing food, water, and orange juice.

"Who's there?" I called out, dashing to the door to have a glimpse of the person but I was met with no one.

Strange.

Like a ghost, no traces were left.

I wasn't crazy. The light thuds I heard confirmed my doubt.

Somebody was here a few seconds ago, stalking me, monitoring me. But who?

I spared no time emptying my plate and when I was done, I made my way to the second floor as instructed.

After hours of rigorous cleaning, it was spotless.

Breathing hard in exhaustion, I returned to drop the supplies in the store, locking the door behind me.

Taking the instruction, I turned to leave immediately, but I was stopped by a sound...

The heavy thumping of large leather boots against the plush red carpet that stretched vertically in the hallway.

It was almost midnight. The packhouse plunged into deafening silence and dark shadows spread across the massive hallway.

By the Goddess, I didn't want to follow the sound of footsteps, but I couldn't control myself.

It felt like my body was overtaken by invisible forces.

I found myself stopping behind a familiar door. But this time, it was opened deliberately. Wider than the last time.

Like a trap to lure the prey.

I gulped the lump in my throat as I caught sight of Elion gliding in the dimly lit room.

Everything was similar to yesterday, except....

He knew of my presence, yet he acted like I was a ghost.

Deliberately ignoring me, he wouldn't even bat his eyelid at me, let alone glance in my direction.

And Delilah?

Like an offering, her body sprawled on the bed, her legs were wide apart, and her hands were bound together by a medium-sized cuff. This time, her hands hung above her head.

Her pussy pumped with lubricant, ready, waiting to accept Elion's monstrous cock.

My mouth watered uncontrollably and my vagina tightened each time that massive cock pulsed.

Fuck!

Tightening the red silk blindfold around her eyes, he sealed her ears with plugs.

That was when I understood.

He wanted to give me a good show without Delilah's awareness.

A moan escaped my dry throat as he plunged his shaft without warning into Delilah, causing her to scream in pain.

Without letting her recover, he rammed into her. Again. Again. And again. Until she begged for him to go slowly. Until she cried as the thick phallus nearly tore her small opening. Until her vagina was stretched beyond reach. Until his thick cap coated with the blend of precum and Delilah's juices hit the mouth of her womb repeatedly.

Holding her legs in place, he bound them with one of his hands, turning her swiftly before plunging deep into her ass until his fifteen-inch cock disappeared from sight.

Her scream resounded in the air. My body convulsed in pleasure. Tears fell from my eyes. But not from pain. But from maddening desire.

It should be me wrecked on that bed

It should be his dick feeding my pussy.

As if possessed, I crashed on the floor spreading my legs wide apart so that he could see.

He could see what he did to me.

How bad I wanted him.

How creamy my pussy got.

How crazy he was driving me

I would give him a show.

Without thinking, I tossed my damp panties aside, shoving my fingers into my ass as my fluid travelled from my vagina to my butt.

Waves of pleasure descended upon me, making me shiver.

I yelled, not minding that it was midnight and my screams would wake people.

My body was burning. Yet, he wouldn't even look at me. He wanted me to suffer. He wanted me to beg.

"Please..." I whimpered, my mouth fell open as I jerked, rocking my hips violently in the air.

"Can you see it, Daddy? I'm soaked for you. You like seeing your slut like this? Hungry for you?" I begged, my teeth gritted as I bit my lips, stifling a moan.

"Don't you want to taste it, Daddy? My cunt on your lips."

Like a spell, those icy blue eyes shifted on me, making my heart jump at once.