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Maddox Ares Slater:

It has been a week since I had last seen the woman that had managed to captivate me. Her round, baby face that held naturally chubby cheeks tormented my nights.

Those lovely hazel orbs of hers that held a grey outline, small button nose and pulmp rosy lips. Soft black hair that fell over her back, encasing her face. She was petite and strikingly beautiful.

Her tiny hands that were soft to touch and fragile aura. She reeked of innocence and one look at her eyes, one wouldn't want to look away. Despite the black gown she was wearing I could still see how endowed she was. She had a moderate bust size and her ass looked perfect enough from what I could observe.

Her smell of Honey mixed with vanilla invaded my nose, making my eyes darken. The more I looked at her, the more she stole my attention. I knew rejecting one's given mate was an insult to the moon-goddess but all that could have been avoided if she had given me a more powerful mate.

I had perceived her, her aura was weak and I could feel her wolf. She was weak as well. I was a bloody Lycan, and the least she could have gone was to give me someone stronger. I wasn't exactly inclined towards the idea of a mate bond but I did have my preferences should I ever meet her and they didn't entirely lie on my species.

She wasn't even a beta or a gamma. She was a freaking omega and one of the weakest of them all. Lycans were warriors so how on earth was she supposed to rule by my side when she was frail and extremely fragile.

For goodness sake, even her cut, one minute and still counting and it showed no signs of healing. What on earth was she supposed to do for me? I bet one night mating with her was enough to seriously injure her because I wasn't one to control my urges.

I would have doubted her being a werewolf but I could feel her fucking wolf. What type of mockery was this? I refuse to have a worm like that stand as my Luna but that didn't mean that I was going to let her go.

She has been on my mind, my darkness begging to revel in her innocence. I wanted to taint her in so many ways till her innocence would be long gone. I wanted to have my hands running down her body, feeling every fucking curve. I wanted to taste her lips till they were swollen. I wanted the have her body banging harder on my bed, while she took my name like a holy mantra.

I wanted to have her legs on her shoulder while I tasted her. I needed to know how she'd taste. I was itching so badly to bring her down to her knees, looking at me with such innocent eyes while she awaited to take my cock in her mouth.

Fuck, I wanted to feel those mounds moulding in my hands. I wanted to touch her in ways that I knew no man has every touched her. It gladened me to know that she still a virgin and the things that I wanted to do her were so sinful.

I couldn't count how many cold showers that I had been forced to take, having no choice but to touch myself when the erection never died down, all because of the little woman that wouldn't leave my fucking head. Every night I went to bed hard and woke up harder. She haunted my dreams, teasing me to the brinks of insanity.

I had lost count of the nights I had touched myself, with her name on my lips. I was losing my head and no matter what I did, she wasn't living my head. I had found myself craving her scent, unable to concentrate on anything.

I banged my fists against my table, growling as the bulge in my pants grew harder. This was madness. I had just relived myself a less than half an hour ago and I was springing in my fucking pants.

I had sent her to the dungeon and ordered for her not to be fed. I wanted to see how long she'd survive in a place that reeked of suffering and blood without food. After receiving reports from Fay that she was falling sick, I ordered for her to drop off food for her yesterday.

Garrett, my wolf, had not been in support of rejecting her and treating her like that but he certainly wasn't pleased about how weak she was. So he didn't actually say much concerning the matter, only craving her company. He wanted her as much as I did.

I shook my head refraining from further thinking about her. I stared at the ceiling for a solid minute before tugging on my hair. She was freaking driving me crazy, the evidence could be found in my pants and it was twitching wickedly.

I didn't know how long I was going to last if this continued. Or perhaps I didn't need to test my self-control to such an extent. I could just have a taste of her and get it over with.

I let go of my hair further considering the thought. I did buy her to be my mistress and in exchange for her freedom, I told her greedy father that I'd let her go once she bore me an heir. But it was when I had no idea that she was going to be my freaking mate. So perhaps now permanently making her mistress didn't seem like a bad idea.

I mindlinked Fay, telling her to get the girl ready for me in two hours. I had ordered her to deliver food to her and ensure she was well fed and ready for me. I wanted her dressed in a nightgown and delivered to my room. Something easy to rip wouldn't be so bad.

I was going to go for a run, it had been a while since Garret got to let free and roam in the wild. She'd make the perfect main course when I get back.

"Let's go, boy." I called out to my wolf, actually feeling excited. I had something to look forward to.

***

I sat in my room, fully refreshed and ready for the woman who was to be arriving any minute from now. I puffed out smoke from my lips, taking a large gulp of the burning liquid from the glass in my hands, staring at the door.

My mind couldn't stop thinking about the possible things that I could do with her. There were so many things that I wanted to do… I wanted her to beg for me to take her.

I was eager to show her the different ways in which I could pleasure her. I wanted her to feel the satisfaction my fingers could bring to her and not only that I wanted her to become acquainted with my dark fantasies.

Dipping my eyes to stare at the tool lined on the bed, I puffed out smoke, smirking as I tried the picture how she'd react when she saw them. I was curious to know how she'd react to every tool I planned to use on her.

The vibrator was my personal favorite because I'd get to fuck her, watch her scream and cry out my name, coat the lengthened toy with her juices. I wanted to see goosebumps lie in wake on her skin while I kissed every corner, leaving her lying blindfolded on the bed, unaware of my next move.

I perceived her scent and it made excitement course through my veins. She was here. I took one last grag from the cigarette stick tucked in-between my fingers and killed the fire, gulping down the remnants in the glass.

I heard a soft knock on my door and Fay's voice came next, "My king, I brought the girl."

Excellent.

"You may go…" I adjusted my posture on the chair, "Lesia, you may come in." I calmly said.

I heard Fay's retreating footsteps and after a long minute, heard my door open. My lips curved upwards, a satisfied smirk on my face as I took in her presence.

She was dressed in a red silk nightmare that rested mid-thigh, her figure highlighted by the material that hugged her skin. Shit, she was even more curvier than I imagined with well defined hips. Her hair fell over her shoulders, her soft lips glistening a little.

Red, a beautiful color best soothed for the world she was about to visit tonight. It symbolized passion and dangerous desires and it complimented her skin.

Her perky breasts were visible by virtue of how the material carefully traced her buds. I made a mental note to give Fay a raise for a job well done. I itched to flick them, see them bounce.

The woman before me was absolutely beautiful with skin that glowed like that of a porcelain doll, highlighting her black hair even more. I sniffed the air, nearly howling at how delicious she smelled. I was craving her taste.

I noticed the scars on her skin and purple marks around her ankle… she was in pain. The way she bit down on her bottom lip confirmed it. It angered me to see the marks on her fair skin.

I gently stood up from my seat, walking toward her anxious form. She took a step back and I noticed her limp. Did she sprain her ankle?

I caught her by her hands, pulling her against my chest. Her muffled gasps were like music to my ears as I inhaled the strawberry shampoo used on her hair. I pulled away from her, eyeing her down.

I extended my hand and flicked my index finger against her nipple, she jerked back, eyeing me wearily with widened eyes. Those very eyes that made me want to play with her, torture her, till she begged for me to take her.

"Strip." I called out to her, perching on the edge of my bed to enjoy a full sight of her.

Her alarmed eyes immediately flew up to meet mine and she shook her head in opposition, trying to cover up her body.

I squinted at her with a darkened gaze, her defiance was absolutely making this more enjoyable for me.

"You have till the count of three. Strip or I strip you."

Her eyes widened even more in fear as she looked away from my dark gaze boring into her. The seriousness in my tone made tears gather in her eyes.

"1"

I circled her, pinning her with eager eyes.

"2" I breathed out, sniffing the skin on her shoulders.

She sniffled before gently pulling away from me. Her teary face met mine and she wiped her eyes, "don't worry, I'd do it." The gentleness in her tone made my gaze grow in intensity.

She gently began pushing down the thin strap that kept the gown on her body, off her shoulders, biting onto her lips to keep the tears away as she closed her eyes and let the gown drop.

My breath got knocked out of my chest at the sight of bare form left me dazed. Her hair fell past her shoulders, strands sticking to her lips which she didn't bother tucking away. Her firm breasts stared at me, with pale pink buds teasing me.

I dragged my eyes down to her flat stomach, taking in the curves her waist held. Her hips were bigger than I could have ever phantomed she'd possess and her slender legs were a killer. She was a goddess.

Her cheeks were burning a bright red as she looked away, fiddling with her fingers while I took in her nakedness. I could feel my erection protesting in my pants and I had difficulty swallowing properly. I couldn't look away.

I stood directly behind her, noticing how her body quivered when I ran my index finger down the length of her arm, "turn around." I whispered into her ear, kissing behind her ear.

She hesitantly turned and upon finding the variety of toys I had lined up on my bed, took a step back. I knew she didn't know what they were but she was highly fightful of me.

"W-what are they?" She eyed them yet again.

"Why don't you find out? Pick one." I huskily whispered in her ear.

She shot me a worried side glance and pulled her button lip in-between her teeth, reverting her eyes to carefully go through the seven pleasure bringing tools I had laid out.

She shakily limped towards the bed, running her fingers over the array of objects. She paused in front of the vibrator and picked it up, looking it over. She turned to me, "t-this one?"

"Excellent choice Princess, my personal favorite." I grinned at her.

I collected it from her, running my eyes over it, "get on the bed and spread your legs for me. I promise you'll enjoy this as much as I will."