"Oh, Alpha, fuck me harder!"
The throaty moan filled the dimly lit room, loud enough for anyone beyond the ornate doors to hear.
Suckling sounds followed as the dark-haired man held her breasts together, rasping his tongue over one nipple while he thrust into her continuously.
He suddenly pulled out, and she squirmed in protest.
"Time to work for it," he said with a wink and a charming grin.
She didn't need a second order. She scrambled off her back and lowered herself with eager grace.
"Do the slut's magic. You know which one," he growled, gripping the handholders carved into the headboard.
"Yes, Alpha," she replied meekly, batting her eyes with a coquettish smile.
His grin vanished the moment she grabbed his engorged cock and straddled him.
Soon, her blonde hair was slapping her back as she rode him, their grunts and moans blending into a matching rhythm—an erotic dance of dominance and submission.
"Who's my dirty slut?" he gritted out, slapping her butt cheek while bucking beneath her.
"Only me, Alpha. I'm your dirty little slut!" she cried out, lost in ecstasy.
Moments later, he roared, spilling himself inside her.
"Don't you just love it when I play the slutty slave?" she crooned minutes later.
"Fuck, you're getting better at it," Richard Boone agreed, stretching his hand to lazily pluck her nipple, his chest still rising and falling from the high.
Part of the red silk sheet was draped across him, the rest dragging on the floor. Naked and unbothered, the blonde turned to him with a knowing smile.
"Good enough that you want to make me your Luna immediately?"
"Susan…"
"I know, I know. But you must admit—it's hot, fucking someone else's mate."
He chuckled, grabbing her left hand and raising it. "Almost as hot as being engaged to someone else's mate?"
She wiggled her fingers, flashing the third-tier diamond ring on her hand.
She would've complained about the ring's size, but what it symbolised was all that mattered.
Soon, she'd be Luna—and that came with its perks.
"I think the ring is hotter," she said, dragging its cool metal against his lightly haired chest. "Even more so because I'm the one wearing it, not your so-called mate."
Susan had never met the woman. She wasn't in Silvergate back then.
But she wore the Alpha's ring. She was the only one he would make Luna.
Still, she hated the wolf-less bitch he'd marked before her.
"Pfft. That wolfless rogue?" he sneered. "I bet she died out there like a stray dog."
A scowl darkened his face as the memory surfaced.
He should never have marked her.
He'd thought he could get past first base with her if he claimed her. It would've been another win against that cripple.
Instead, the bitch had clammed up like a damn nun. Then she'd dared to run—like a fucking ingrate.
A faraway smile tugged at his lips, recalling what he'd ordered.
"But then she slipped away again!" he growled, clenching his fist against the sheet in rage.
Sensing his mind drifting to something other than how she'd just screwed his brains out, Susan Rooney pouted.
"I can't believe you're thinking about someone else while I'm right beside you. Maybe you even wish you gave her this ring."
"What are you talking about?" he snapped. "Of course not."
"See? You're even snapping at me just because I mentioned her. Fine. I'll go, then."
She turned to leave, but as expected, he grabbed her and pulled her back onto the bed, pinning her beneath his weight.
"I don't want you to go," he said in a cajoling tone. "Come on. Why would I want that uptight prune back when I have you? I'm telling you, she's probably dead. Why else haven't we heard a single thing about her in all these years?"
Susan pretended to consider it.
"So, if she shows up now, you won't suddenly feel some irresistible pull because of your bond and toss me aside?"
"Cast you out? What a joke," he scoffed, adjusting between her legs and rubbing himself against her clit. "The only one who'll be cast out if she dares show her face… is that bitch," he declared, and meant every word.
She looked like she wanted to say more, so he latched his mouth onto her breast, biting the underside just the way she liked. He grinned with satisfaction when she moaned again.
"Women are so easy," he thought smugly. "Just push the right button and they're putty in your hands."
He nudged his thick cock against her slick entrance.
As the tempo of her moans rose again, Susan remembered her uncle's words and thought grimly,
"You better not fuck me over, Richard. I am the luna."