The rest of the world ceased to exist. The academy didn't matter, neither did her urge for revenge..
Alpha Kieran and Raine became their own entire galaxy, and she revelled in the gift she was about to give him. The gift she was about to give myself.
Raine dropped off the bed and fell to her knees. Bowing, she splayed her legs like every image she'd seen of being submissive before her master as I whispered, " Fuck me, alpha act out your fantasies. Make me yours."
The fact she willingly gave herself to him, to do whatever he wanted, unlocked new dimensions she has been too chicken-shit to visit. Her wolf needed this as much as he did.
Kieran unfolded himself from the bed, positioning himself in front of her
His breathing grew harsh and thick, her chest pumping with exertion. He stroked her hair before fisting it softly, jerking her eyes to meet his. Everything about him smouldered: eyes, mouth, body.
"You've made your choice. You can't take it back. I take you up on your offer, ." He pulled her upright.
He kissed her cheek.
"Why can't I scent you? Are you a spy? An assassin sent to end me?"
"No," Raine breathed.
"It doesn't matter anyways, I will make you moan so hard that you'd forget your mission" he chuckled.
And just like that, she became kieran's whore. His doting, willing, eager little killer whore.
Every ounce of mercy or gentleness he planned vanished. If she was going to kill her afterwards, he will atleast make his last sex on earth the best.
Kieran vibrated with unbridled sexuality as he grabbed her hand and carted her from the room.
Without a second thought or slightest hesitation, Raine followed him down the rich corridor and up a set of private stairs only visible behind a wall panel.
Circular steps led up and up, until Kieran pulled a key from a flower vase and unlocked a medieval looking door.
He practically threw her inside, before slamming it, and locking it with the same key.
Raine's eyes widened as she took in the cylindrical room. It would've been a tower, if the additions to the manor over the years hadn't evolved and hidden it from view. It reeked of masculinity—a dark undertone sending hot need through her veins.
A massive red rug rested in front of a ginormous fireplace. It was so big, she could've stood inside and not reached the mantle.
Weapons and ancient paintings covered the walls, along with a bed three times the size of any other.
The décor screamed hunter; an insight into his wishes, desires to ravage and ruin. The huge room announced how much he loved to control and dominate.
He brought her there to do anything he wanted.
"How many other girls have been in his space? " Raine scowled, ignoring those thoughts but it was too late since she thought out so loud.
"I'm not as terrible as you think. You are the first and bravest stranger that has ever pleaded for me to heal their heat. "
Sitting at the end of the monstrous black coveted bed was a mirrored chest. Studded with silver rivets, it reflected her tussled hair and trembling form.
Thankfully it was dark enough, only the flames lit up the room. She could barely recognise herself.
. "Stand in the centre of the room." The scent of alcohol warned kieran's inhibitions were completely gone.
Maybe she shouldn't have agreed to this but she might as well not survive the heat.
When she didn't't move, Kieran grabbed her throat, sending arcs of fear and want through me. "Obey my words here."
He let her go and she scampered to the centre of the room. Her feet sank into thick, red strands of the carpet. Facing the magnificent fireplace, she noticed carvings of wolves hunted by hounds. At first glance, it was pretty and fanciful. But when studied, it writhed with hunger to kill and maim.
A sliver of terror darted down her back; she looked behind for Kieran . He stood by the wall, pulling on a lever.
Tinkling sounded from above, and she craned her neck as chains with leather cuffs descended.
Her breath hitched . He wanted to restrain her like she was his prisoner?
Panic flared, turning her heated blood into a volcanic eruption.
Kieran's hot form pressed behind hers. She trembled as he rubbed his erection against her ass.
"Put your hands up, ."
She agreed to do anything he wanted, but she didn't have the courage to go through this. All I could think about was how much of a psychopath he is.
Shaking her head, she whimpered, "I'll do anything but this."
He sucked in a harsh breath. "You're disobeying?"
His tone held nightmares. "I'll punish you if you don't put your arms up immediately."
Raine bit her lip.
No wonder he is a professor. Does he think this is some classroom assignment?
"I won't ask again"
The force of the command buckled me, and she slowly raised my arms.
Her eyes fluttered closed as Kieran secured her wrists in the leather cuffs. When the last buckle was tight, Raine whispered, "I have one request, if I may"
Kieran pressed his face against her neck, licking the bite he'd given earlier. "One request and no more. Make it count."
She trembled and opened the remaining barriers inside. I want you to call me Mate. Because only my mate can heal my heat"
He froze, cock hard against her, his chest against her back. A minute ticked past before he murmured,
"You want me to call you mate? You think that will work? How old are you fellow?"
I nodded, swallowing as he rocked his hips once, causing her to sway forward in the bindings. She moaned slowly
"I know it might not But I want you call me that. I want to know you own me. You've bitten my neck, let's say you've marked me" Her core clenched and she moaned as Kieran found her breast, twisting my nipple so hard it erupted into flames.
"As you wish, . Every time I call you mate, remember I can do anything I want to you. I fucking own you."
"Yes."
With another twist of a nipple, Kieran strode toward the fireplace. Raine stood meekly in my cuffs, watching.
He loaded the fire with logs.
"How old are you?"
"Eighteen?"
"Bloody hell! You're a minor. god!"
"A minor? From where I come from, seventeen means adulthood. " Raine said.
"Where you come from? Zephyros Isles"
"No... Where is that even?" Raine stuttered. She almost blew her cover out.
The heat sensation came again and she whimpered In pain. She rubbed her thighs together in a bit to relieve herself but shit wasn't working.
"I see"
Silence descended, apart from the hiss of flames; she grew more and more uncomfortable. Anticipation played with her mind...
Her mother wouldn't be happy now seeing her chained, naked, allowing a man to do anything he wanted. Especially a man that wasn't her mate. He could kill her and there was nothing she would do to stop it.
A slithering sound came from behind, and she tensed.
"Seeing as I've got you in such a compromising position. I'm going to use it to my benefit." His voice was gravelly with sin.
Oh, god. She wanted to ask what he meant, but he stopped directly behind, a few metres away.
"How long have you fantasised about being fucked? Tortured? Used completely?" He stressed the word fuck; it resonated with erotic waves in herv belly. It had to be the most graphic, raw question anyone ever asked her.
But it was also a question begging for a lie. She couldn't tell him that ever since hitting puberty she craved this. She fell sick when she was twelve.
It was Terrible that her mother thought she'd finally die this time. She stopped work and stayed at home with her all day.
However, she always noticed that once she's asleep or in the early hours of the night and morning. Her mother would be pleading with a man to not stop. She would cry and whimper so loudly that she wasn't able to bear it anymore.
On this particular day, she picked a knife to end whomever was torturing the only family that she had and that was when she saw it.
Her mother wasn't being tortured.
She was begging for it.
Begging for the man to take her harder, to break her, to ruin her.
The man, cloaked in shadows, had her chained just like this. Her mother screamed, not in pain, but in a twisted, primal pleasure Raine hadn't understood at the time. She only understood the smell that night—the heady scent of sex and dominance, of submission and surrender. The scent that made her body burn even though she was only a child.
That was the first time Raine learned what heat truly was. And it broke her. It awakened something feral inside her, something she buried deep, pretending to be disgusted by the fact her mother did that to pay for her treatment.
But now, bound, naked, trembling in a stranger's den, the truth clawed up her throat.
She craved this.
She craved him.
Kieran circled her like a predator stalking wounded prey. His presence alone seared her flesh.
" You've been a filthy little bitch in heat your whole life, haven't you? Just waiting for someone strong enough to see you."
Raine squeezed her eyes shut, the shame slicing through her soul like glass.
"whatever" she choked, the word shattering her last defence.
"That's what I thought."
The chains rattled as she shifted, her arousal slickening her thighs.
Kieran laughed darkly. "You've been starved real bad"
He reached down, cupping her drenched heat, fingers slipping through her folds like he owned her already. She jerked in the cuffs, whimpering, desperate for more, yet terrified of what more would feel like.
"That's what you want, isn't it, Mate?" His voice dripped with cruel sweetness as he licked the shell of her ear.
"Yes… Alpha," she whispered, breathless.
"No. From now on, it's only Mate. And you'll beg for me by that name. Understood?"
"Yes… Mate."
Kieran chuckled low, a dangerous, wicked sound.
"Good girl."
She sobbed from the praise, her pride shattering under his dominance.
"You'll scream it when I fuck you. And when I'm done…" He paused, dragging his tongue down her spine. "You'll still beg me for more."
Raine whimpered as the tears finally fell. Tears of humiliation. Tears of release. Tears of the broken girl finally surrendering to what she was born to be.
A whore.
A killer.
The fact that Kieran is among the list of the Alphas she was sent to kill made her happy. He wouldn't go Scott free after mocking her.
Kieran stepped back, the loss of his heat like ice against her feverish skin..
"Tonight, I'll make you forget everything. Who you are. Why you came. You'll only remember me. My cock. My mark. My voice."
He paused,
"And tomorrow, little assassin, if you still plan to kill me, you'll have to do it with my scent soaking your cunt."
Raine let out a broken, guttural moan, every part of her trembling in submission.
The world went black as Kieran fixed a blindfold over her eyes, tying it securely. His Fingers grazed her neck, sending goosebumps and shivers skimming over her nakedness. I grew too hot thanks to the fire and perspiration dotted my upper lip.
"I'm going to let you go now. I've done enough for you to feel better tomorrow. I won't hurt like I planned to, I can see you have a tender dusk wolf "
Her heart skipped" how did you know that?"
"Don't worry about that, it's a good thing that I know, I will help you get to your full potential on one condition "
"What?" Raine trembled.
"What's your actual name and who are you. Don't tell me you are Rowan Vale. Even if he was disguised as male all along , he wouldn't ever have so much scars and hatred for the father "