He had been satisfying himself, but somewhere in the middle of it all, he was taking me somewhere too. His thrusting was relentless, persistent, pulling me deeper into something I had no control over.
Then something happened that I had never experienced before. I had only ever heard of it.
I squirted all over him like a burst pipe.
"Hmm," he said.
Then he dropped his mouth straight down to that place and began to lick. His hand moved at the same time, stroking me slowly while I kept squirting, my body completely beyond my control.
"You know we’re just getting started, right?" he whispered against my skin.
It sounded seductive. Like an invitation. But I was already his. He had already claimed me. He proved it when he flipped me over and positioned me on all fours.
He moistened his hand with his saliva and rubbed it against my ass. Then he pushed inside, harder this time. I could feel him hitting places I didn’t know could be reached. Pain and ecstasy crashed into each other all at once and I moaned louder than I had intended. That place had never been touched before.
The moaning got too loud. Exactly what I had been trying to prevent.
He slid four fingers into my mouth to muffle the sound.
My breasts swung with every thrust. It went on for another twenty-five minutes. At some point I stopped hearing anything. My eyes rolled back completely.
He turned me over again and buried his face in my chest, sucking at my nipples, squeezing my breasts like they were his to ruin. They had never been handled like that before.
Then he slowed down. A deep kiss landed on my lips. I couldn’t kiss him back so I just let him take what he wanted. His breath carried that Alpha energy, authoritative, overwhelming. He finally collapsed against me, breathing hard, though he managed to hold himself in check. Lucian had the stamina of something inhuman.
I lay there replaying everything, thinking, ...it’s over, it’s really done....
Look at me. Foolish enough to wish it had lasted longer.
"Get out."
I sat up like I had been slapped.
"Put on your clothes and get out," he repeated, softer this time, but no less firm.
I scrambled for my clothes, fingers moving fast.
"Guards!"
Two guards entered immediately and bundled me out of the room half-dressed. I didn’t even have a chance to protest.
Outside the door, I stopped short.
Three she-wolves were lined up in the corridor, waiting.
I stared at them. They stared back.
Before I could process what I was seeing, the first one walked in. The guards dropped me against the wall opposite the Alpha’s door like I was something they had finished with.
"Get dressed and go. You’ve served your purpose," one of the guards said.
"Go where?" I asked.
"Oh, she’s new," the other guard said, almost to himself.
Seconds later, moaning filtered through the door. The sounds of clenching, the rhythm of it, unmistakable. He was already inside her. Doing exactly what he had done to me.
I tried to calculate where I had fallen in today’s lineup. He had been in Bloodmoon just hours ago. For all I knew, he had fucked someone there too before claiming me. One thing was clear. Lucian was a fucker, plain and simple.
"Come, I’ll take you to where you’ll be staying," the second guard said.
I followed him down a dim hallway. Wherever breeders lived, it wasn’t somewhere that came with luxury or light.
He brought me to a room.
And inside that room were more she-wolves than I could count at first glance. Over fifteen of them, maybe more. All of them carrying the same hollowed-out look, like they had been dragged through something and left on the other side of it.
I wasn’t the only breeder. There were more of us.
I approached the nearest one.
"Why are we all being kept here?" I asked.
She looked at me like I had said something stupid. Didn’t respond. Acted as though I didn’t exist.
I tried again. "Please, I’m new here. I need to understand what’s going on."
She turned on me. "Didn’t you just get fucked? You’re a breeder, girl." She said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and then she laughed. The rest of the room laughed with her.
So that was the hierarchy. She ran things in here.
But something wasn’t adding up. None of them had children with them. None of them even looked pregnant. So what exactly were they breeding?
I filed that question away and kept my face neutral.
"I was claimed from Bloodmoon Pack. Is there anything else I need to know?" I asked.
"Just do whatever the Alpha tells you, bitch!" a voice called out from somewhere in the back.
I sat down on the floor and let the weight of it settle over me. I had been claimed by a man who collected women the way others collected weapons. I had no freedom. No direction. No life of my own anymore.
Then the murmuring started.
The she-wolf Lucian had called in after me was brought back into the room. She didn’t look well. She leaned close to the one who seemed to be in charge and whispered something. Whatever she said traveled around the room in seconds.
The one in charge stood up.
"The Alpha just beheaded someone," she announced. "He found out another man had been inside her before him."
The room went quiet.
...She cheated on the Alpha?...
"It was her mate," someone added. "Before anyone starts."
The silence that followed was heavier than anything words could carry.
A mate. Her own mate. And Lucian had killed him for it.
No one was allowed to belong to anyone else. Not here. Not under his roof.
Lucian was ruthless, that much I already knew. But I was beginning to understand that I had barely scratched the surface of what that truly meant.