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RHETT

His body ran hotter than was possibly allowed as I held him in my arms. The heat had begun to run its course over his surprisingly light frame. Declan’s scent was heady.

And it drove me wild.

The moment the doors to the council shut behind us, I pulled his struggling and trembling body into the inner room beside the throne room, the door thudding shut.

He scratched at my chest.

"Don't touch me," he spat, his voice cracking.

"Too late for that, little wolf," I growled, tossing him onto the bed.

He landed once on the silk sheets before scrambling up on all fours, his teeth bared, growling low in his throat like some kind of beast. His blue eyes blazed with fire and hatred, and by the gods, my cock grew harder in my jeans, my eyes glowing in tune with his.

"You think that this means something?" he spat. "You think capturing me makes me yours?"

I undid my own shirt gradually, without ever breaking eye contact. "I don't need you to be mine. The bond has already chosen."

He struck again but this time I was ready.

We writhed against the bed, his twisted form beneath me, all curves and brutish power. He shredded my back with his nails, fabric tearing under their claws, teeth flashing at my throat. I kept his wrists trapped above his head and leaned in.

"Still kicking?" I breathed into his jaw.

He snarled. "You're disgusting."

I laughed darkly. "You're resilient."

His body tricked him, his scent was thick with desire now, despite how much he hated me—and gods, he did. The intoxicating scent of his heat clung to him like smoke, curling itself around my senses, leaving me feeling inebriated. I released one of his wrists just to run my hand down his chest, fingertips mapping the contours of his abs.

He gasped, then bit my shoulder.

I hissed and whirled him around fast, his back pressed to my chest, one arm twisted up behind his back, the other trapped beneath him. He struggled, cursed, and fought. I opened the bedside drawer and took out the binds I keep there in cases like this.

You’d be surprised how many wolves I’ve had to chain to my bed. Willingly, of course.

"You'll have to kill me to keep me," he growled as he struggled under my hold.

Tired of his efforts, I let my power out, full force, holding him down. A whimper escaped his lips as he exposed his throat to me. I placed a kiss there before going to work, binding him. When I was done, I bit softly on his ear.

"You think I haven't killed for less?" I spat in his ear. "I’d have ended you the moment you fucking parked your bike, but I let you live."

He could only let out a growl as the force of my power was too much.

I let a little seep back into me.

I yanked him back by the hair, forcing him to bow.

"I know your body," I said to him. "And I'm going to show it who it belongs to."

He groaned, indignant and humiliated by how turned on he was. He was already slick, the bond forcing his body to prepare itself for me whether or not he wanted it to. That was the curse of it. The sadistic part of this ritual I secretly loved.

He wished he could despise me but he couldn’t at this moment. I wished him ruined.

He tried to twist, to throw me off, but I caught his jaw and spun him around to face me.

"Say it," I commanded.

"Fuck You," he cursed.

I smiled.

"Not until you beg," I said.

He cursed again, his pants more voiced now, and I thrust my clothed hips into his ass, eliciting a cry from him that he bit back at once.

"You'll tear yourself in half before you admit what you want," I whispered.

He didn't answer, only shuddered against me, his skin burning against mine. The heat surge was worsening by the minute.

"You'll die without this," I said to him. "And I'm not going to let you."

"Don't you even fake being concerned," he bit back, writhing in his binds. He dragged the chains, trying to break them apart but I’d specially made them for this purpose.

He couldn’t break them if he wanted to.

With a withdrawn sigh, he turned to face me as much as the chains would allow.

“At least, take these clothes off me.”

“Gladly.” I did as he asked and when I saw his naked form, I couldn’t help but pull his taut ass open, looking at the sweet hole my aching cock was going to be deep in.

He wriggled and then I shoved my mouth against it.

At once, a low moan escaped Declan’s mouth and his belly fell flat against the bed. Then I feasted on his sweet asshole. My tongue was forceful, pushing against the balmy hole as I took my member in hand and stroked it.

His whimpered and moaned out loud when I pushed my tongue particularly deep. Then I pulled back, and spanked his ass.

“I thought you didn’t want this, Hale?” I said, with a smirk. “But here you are, practically shoving your ass in my face.”

He let out a low, warning growl. “Finish what you started, Rhett, or else…”

“Or else, what?” I said, rubbing a finger against the wet hole. “Or else you’ll kill me?” I slipped a finger slowly into his ass, causing him to arch his back further. “You already tried that and it didn’t work remember?”

With that, I started fucking him slowly. In and out. In and out with my fingers until his angry growls turned to pleasured moans.

“Rhett,” he whimpered.

“You know what I want to hear.”

“No.”

I pulled back. Getting up from the bed, I strolled to the desk at the other side of the room and picked up a cigar from the box. It was one of the finest I’ve ever had sent to me and today, I felt like sharing it with a special someone.

I lit the cigar, took a long, measured drag, and took a seat in front of Declan’s sexually tortured frame. The chair was placed in such a way I could see everything. From his asshole that pulsated and still glistened with my saliva, to his cock that seemed to be painfully erect.

Aww. My little wolf needed relief.

I got up and rounded his form, until I stopped in front of him.

“Take a drag,” I said, placing the cigar against his lips. A bead of sweat dropped on my hand as he took a drag and exhaled the smoke in ringed puffs.

I smiled.

"I hate you," he said as I turned my back to him.

"But your body doesn't."