Lucien
“What in the hell did you just do?” My voice exploded out of my chest, raw, vicious, and echoing off the high stone ceiling.
Selene flinched violently, shrinking back into the mattress as if I had struck her, but the burning rage in my veins drowned out any immediate guilt.
Without thinking, I caught a handful of her hair, yanking her close and using her golden strands like a cloth to wipe the mess off my skin.
Her breath hitched in a small, wounded gasp, but I drove through my frustration with reckless abandon.
“Call Lyra in here.
Now!” I bellowed toward the heavy doors, knowing the guards outside would move before the command even faded.
Selene’s eyes filled with moisture, thick drops pooling until they spilled over her flushed cheeks.
“I’m sorry, Lucien…” she whimpered, her frame shivering like a leaf in a gale.
And just like that, the heat of my anger faltered.
A sharp pang shot straight through my sternum, slicing through the blind rage and exposing the ugly truth beneath: I had been too rough.
She was supposed to be our fragile Luna, the woman we protected.
She didn’t deserve to bear the brunt of the storm Lyra was causing inside my head.
“I didn’t mean to shout at you, Selene,” I muttered softly, softening my grip as I helped her sit upright against the headboard.
Within minutes, the door creaked open.
Lyra stepped across the threshold and froze.
Her breath caught sharply in her throat, her eyes widening in sheer shock as they took in our unclad forms tangled on the sheets.
She snapped her head down instantly, her chin touching her chest, her pale skin flushing crimson with deep humiliation.
A dark, twisted idea took root in my mind—cruel, reckless, and impossible to resist.
“Turn around,” I commanded, my Alpha tone leaving no room for debate.
She complied at once, her back to us, her shoulders trembling as if she wished the floor would swallow her whole.
Damn it.
Even battered and broken, her silhouette hit me like a physical blow, and I hated myself for noticing.
“Come here and scrub this mess,” I barked, pulling Selene tightly against my side to make Lyra witness the intimacy.
Selene flushed, hiding her face in the crook of my neck.
The minutes stretched into an agonizing silence while Lyra completed the task on her knees, her breath short and ragged.
When she finished, I didn’t let her leave.
Reaching out, I grabbed her by the arm and spun her around, pulling her right against the edge of the mattress until my bare thighs brushed her back.
She went completely rigid, her chest heaving with a mix of terror, disgust, and shock.
“You’re going to stand right there and watch,” I growled in her ear.
I grabbed her wrists, binding them tightly behind her back with the silk sash from my robe.
Then, grabbing a black cloth from the nightstand, I tied it over Selene’s eyes—locking her in darkness while pinning Lyra into the audience of her own torment.
I leaned down, pressing my lips to Selene’s chest, sucking sharply on her skin while keeping my eyes locked onto Lyra.
Selene let out a high, gasping cry.
I nipped at the sensitive peak, smoothing it over with my tongue until she was squirming beneath me.
Spreading her knees, I ran a finger down between her thighs, finding her already wet and hot.
My length twitched sharply at the sensation.
I slipped a finger inside, curling it as my mouth returned to her neck.
“Lucien…
please,” Selene gasped out, her fingers tangling in the sheets.
I looked down at her, a wicked grin spreading across my face.
“Please what, Selene?”
“Please…
don’t stop…”
Her complete submission softened the hard edge in my chest.
I dropped to my knees at the edge of the mattress, folding her legs over my shoulders.
I was going to give her what she wanted—and wipe away the memory of my earlier outburst by drowning us both in pleasure.
I lowered my head, pressing my tongue against her pussy and drawing in her scent.
She tasted of honey and warm silk.
I pushed inside her heat, and her hips bucked off the bed with a soft thud, a desperate plea for me to slow down bubbling up before dissolving into a loud moan as I continued.
I chuckled darkly, sliding a second finger inside her to work against her sweet spot.
My rhythm was deliberate, fast, and unyielding until she was writhing, her hips moving in frantic circles.
“Lucien…
oh, Goddess, Lucien!”
Hearing my name on her lips was supposed to be my triumph, but my eyes darted straight to Lyra.
“Don’t you dare look away,” I warned in a low, dangerous whisper.
My tongue worked in tandem with my fingers, driving Selene up a steep precipice.
Her screams filled the room, loud enough to ring out into the hallway.
Her nails dug into my bare shoulders, fisting the fabric of the bedsheets as she sobbed out my name.
I reached up to knead her breast, pinching her nipple between my thumb and forefinger as she grew slicker against my palm.
My tongue drank in her heat, driving her closer and closer to the brink.
She wrapped her legs around my neck, her cries turning frantic.
My own body ached to take her properly, but I held back, wanting to push her over the edge with my hands alone.
Giving her clit one final, sharp pinch, I pulled back, pressing my lips over hers so she could taste her own sweet release on my tongue.
I swallowed her moans, thrusting a third finger deep inside her to shatter whatever control she had left.
I wanted her to remember this intensity.
I wanted her to crave me.
But most of all, I wanted Lyra to watch every second of it—to force her to realize what she was giving up by asking for a rejection.
“Lucien…
please…
I feel like…” Selene gasped, her breath coming in shallow hitches.
“I feel like I’m going to burst.”
I let out a soft laugh, amused by her innocent confusion.
“You’re about to come, sweet girl.”
“Oh…” She held onto my forearms like a lifeline, her face scrunched in sweet anticipation.
“I’m…
Lucien, please!”
“It’s alright.
Just let go.”
I slowed the pace slightly, letting the sensation build to an absolute peak.
Brushing the damp hair from her forehead, I whispered, “Trust me.
Let go.”
She gasped, her back arching off the bed as a violent tremor rushed through her frame.
She gushed against my palm, her arms and legs shaking uncontrollably as she rode out the climax.
Moments later, she collapsed back onto the pillows, a soft, dazed smile gracing her lips.
I chuckled, pulling the blindfold off her eyes and kissing her gently.
Her gaze was hazy, completely undone by the pleasure.
Without a word to the girl bound beside the bed, I dressed Selene in a clean robe, lifting her up into my arms to carry her back to her own chambers.
As I reached the doorway, I cast one last cold glance over my shoulder at Lyra, who stood frozen, tears streaming silently down her pale face.
“Scrub the floor and change the sheets, Lyra,” I commanded coldly.
“Make sure it’s spotless.”
With that, I carried Selene out into the hall, leaving Lyra alone in the ruined room, forced to clean up the mess of the performance I had orchestrated just to break her.