Chapter 16: Sienna
Draven
Fucking Seraphina was torture. Not the good kind, either. Shoving my cock into her was the last damn thing I wanted, but I had to. Had to show her what it feels like to have your life ripped away, your dignity, your pride, and all that shit torn to shreds. This wasn't about sex. It was about possession, about grinding her into the dirt where she belonged. And this? This was just the start.
A groan ripped out of me as Sienna's hot mouth wrapped around the tip of my cock, her lips sliding up and down, greedy and wet.
I grabbed her hair, yanking it hard, and thrust deep into her throat, not giving a fuck if she gagged or if she choked. Her spit slicked my cock, dripping down, and I could feel myself hitting the back of her throat, hard and relentless.
Sienna was my mistress, the one who knew how to take it, who wanted it. She could handle me and finish the job right. Unlike that slave princess, who'd never get this from me. Never.
I pulled my cock out of her throat, shoving her up to her feet. Her eyes were burning with lust, practically begging for more, and I'd give it to her. Way more than I'd ever give Seraphina. Just thinking about that girl made me growl, and Sienna's eyes lit up at the sound, her thighs glistening with her own arousal, the scent of it thick in the air.
I pushed her against the table, ripping her gown apart with one tug, the fabric tearing loudly in the quiet room.
"Ohhh, fuck yes, Alpha," she moaned, wiggling her ass, practically daring me to wreck her.
I slapped her ass hard, the sound cracking through the room.
"How bad do you want this cock, Sienna?" I growled, smacking her clit, already red and dripping, shining under the dim light.
"Fuck me hard, Alpha," she panted, her voice all needy and desperate.
"Fuck me like I'm your dirty little slave. Make me forget that pathetic slave princess."
Another sharp spank on her ass, and she yelped, her body trembling. No warning—I shoved my cock into her, hard and deep, her pussy clamping tight around me.
This was different from fucking Seraphina. That was cold, mechanical, a lesson in pain.
This? This was fire, raw and alive. Sienna was like me, scarred from the same hell, and she deserved every inch of me buried in her.
I thrust fast and brutally, with no mercy, my cock slamming into her as her moans filled the room, loud and filthy.
Flesh slapped against flesh, the air stinking of sweat and sex.
Sienna's voice broke, wavering, but I didn't care.
"Fuck… yes, yes… harder, Alpha, fucking harder!" she screamed, her words a guttural mess that pushed me closer to the edge.
"Take it, you filthy slut," I growled, gripping her hips, my fingers digging into her skin.
"You're mine to fuck, mine to break."
She arched her back, pushing against me, her pussy so tight it was like how it always feels.
"Yes, Alpha, own me," she gasped, her voice shaking as I pounded into her, each thrust harder, deeper, making the table creak under us.
I didn't think about Seraphina, not really, but her face flashed in my head—her tears, her fear—and it made me thrust harder, like I could fuck that image away. Sienna wasn't her. Sienna could take this, wanted this, and begged for it. Seraphina would never know what it felt like to be fucked like this, to be owned in a way that felt good. I'd make sure of it.
One last brutal thrust, and I came hard, my cum exploding inside Sienna, hot and thick. When I pulled out, some of it dripped down her ass, splattering on the floor. She collapsed against the table, panting, her body shaking, but I was already done.
I walked to the shower, the cold water hitting my skin as I scrubbed off the sweat, the sex, and the heat. It was my ritual, from back when I was a slave myself.
Wash it all away, every slick, dirty trace, till I smelled clean again. Sienna knew the deal—she'd leave, satisfied, while I stood under the water, letting it drown out the memory of Seraphina's broken face. But it didn't. Not really.
When I stepped out from the bathroom, Sienna was sitting at the foot of my bed.
I froze, my eyes landing on her form.
"What are you still doing here?"
I asked. She returned my question with a smile, then slowly stood up and walked toward me in a slow, agonizing way that had no effect on me.
"I know I was meant to leave, Alpha Draven..." She stopped an inch away from me, her hands settling on my chest. "But we have important matters to discuss." She finished, her hands gliding downward, but my hand wrapped around hers, firm and tight.
"I don't discuss important matters personally with you, Sienna. Know your place!"
I hissed, shoving her hands away from my chest, not caring that I had fucked her just minutes ago. She knew the rules, the law.
She was nothing—only my whore when I wanted her to be.
A whore well pampered and well taken care of.
"Words are flying around the pack. About you remaining wifeless. About you getting married and finding your own queen."
I knew this was what this was about—finding myself a wife to bear my pups, to rule beside me.
It was always what this was about with Sienna, forgetting our arrangement.
I cocked my head, my eyes roaming over her form. Her robe was open, the moonlight casting shadows across her body.
"Who wants me to get married, Sienna? The council? Or you? Tell me."
I said quietly. I watched her eyes flutter with different emotions, uncertain which answer would save her.
"Everyone. Ever since her death... You haven't been able to move on. Ever since Nora's—"
I flashed toward her in one quick stride, pinning her against the wall. My hand curled tightly around her neck, my eyes blazing black. With one sharp move, I shoved my teeth into the crook of her neck.
A scream ripped from her lips—one loud enough to make the very gates of hell shake—but I didn't care. I didn't give a single fuck as I drank deep from her neck before quickly pulling back and watching her fall to the ground.
But that didn't stop me from kneeling down to her level.
My hand found her neck as I lifted her face up to mine, forcing her eyes to meet mine. But they weren't filled with fear, anger, hatred, or disgust. Sienna's eyes were wild like a doe's, filled with so much twisted excitement, like she was drunk—drunk like I hadn't just drained the living hell out of her.
"I have been waiting for you to shove those teeth of yours into my neck, Alpha."
She whispered breathlessly, her voice trembling with perverse pleasure.