3- Don't Stop Yet, My Lord

Vance

Everything became blank with dark obsession and unexplainable need when the thrall got rid of his rags. His bare chest, filled with scars and bruises, was nothing I hadn't seen before. But the urge to claim him overpowered me like never before. 

He was not my first sacrificial mate. 

But he was strangely like none of them. 

When I pressed my heavy body down on his, my lips hungrily taking control of his mouth, kissing him with raw energy and passion, I expected him to cry and beg for mercy. But the runt didn't cry. He didn't beg. 

He kissed me back with equal intensity. 

"You're mine now," I whispered possessively in his ear, pinning his arms above his head, pushing his neck to the side as I licked the sensitive area of his neck, making him shudder. 

In that moment, I didn't care what King Tristan thought of lowlifes. I didn't care if the royals found it disgusting that I claimed a wolfless boy. I didn't care if he had a scent or not. All I cared about was claiming the boy underneath me, withering slowly under my touch. 

"Do you hear me, runt? You belong to the Alpha Executioner. You are Vance's property now." I growled obsessively, leaving dark red marks across his body as I kept kissing him. 

Even though the runt didn't answer me, he arched into me. My wolf purred in satisfaction, and I ripped the remaining clothes off him. 

"Turn around," I commanded him, my wolf taking control, and I felt him shift under me. His back arched for me. 

His pale skin glowed under the artificial lights of my room. And the mere sight of me drove my wolf senseless. 

Grabbing his waist with bruising force, I undressed myself. He was breathing heavily under me, his chest rising and falling with every breath. His body trembled under me. And a flick of satisfaction crossed my eyes. I spread his legs and pushed myself in between his pale thighs as I rammed my length inside him with a force that often left many with begging tears. 

The little wolf underneath me was built differently. 

He didn't cry in pain. He moaned in delight. His body moved with a rhythm that made my wolf growl. 

"Aren't you a little dirty wolf, runt? You're enjoying the raw pain and suffering. Are you a masochist?" I taunted him darkly, and I heard him moaning louder when I pushed into him deeper, burying my entire length in him. 

"My Lord," the runt whimpered as I kept slamming into him. "Ah!" 

He cried out, arching further, and my wolf howled in dark satisfaction. 

"Tell me, little runt, do you wish to bear my mark?" I asked him, something I never did to anyone before. 

Despite having countless sacrificial mates, I never marked anyone before. The wolf inside me was getting crazy. His urge to mark his little runt was overpowering my senses. 

"Bite me, Alpha." The runt whispered. 

I must have been too inebriated by lust, for his whisper didn't sound like it belonged to a scrawny, pathetic little submissive. It had a dark undertone to it. 

Leaning down, I buried my fangs in the junction of his neck and shoulders. The little wolf let out a cry. He fisted the dark rugs underneath him. His body trembled as I gave him my Alpha mark. 

I plunged into him again and again, with a punishing force, and then something started shifting inside me. In the beginning, it was faint. Subtle. 

A numbing sensation that spread from where our bodies were connected to my entire body. My muscles, usually relentless and strong, felt too heavy to even move. My thrusts inside him became weaker and weaker, exhaustion taking over me. 

I had never drained so early in sex before. 

Never. 

Usually the wolves under me withered away with my appetite. But for the first time it felt like someone was sucking the energy off me.

When I looked down at the runt through sweat and exhaustion, I saw his brown eyes open in the dark. He wasn't crying. He wasn't trembling anymore. If anything, there was a darkness in his eyes that made my insides twist. 

He had fucking drained me! 

"What did you do to me?" I asked him, my voice strained with lack of energy, and a dark smile played on his lips as he easily pulled himself from my bed and grabbed me by the back of my neck. 

His touch suddenly became stronger and more lethal than before. Pulling me closer to him, his eyes moved down to my lips, and his brown eyes burned into flames of silver. 

"Don't stop yet, My Lord," he whispered in my ear, his touch sending waves of chills down my spine. "I had just started enjoying myself." 

I felt an inexplicable rage bubble inside me. I grabbed the runt by his throat. Even with my weak strength, the Alpha aura around me was still present. 

"Who the fuck are you? And what have you done to me, runt!?" I snarled at him. 

He grabbed my hand around his throat and released himself effortlessly. A dark, amused smile carved on his face, he leaned dangerously closer to me. The fear that was once present in his eyes vanished suspiciously. 

"You wanted me as your sacrificial mate, My Lord. Now that you have me as yours, you must give me your everything in return." 

Before I could lift my sword and butcher him, I felt a violent wave of exhaustion hit me. My golden eyes drooped. My body refused to move on its own. A massive chunk of my power was ripped off me. And I had my suspicions on a little runt with a big secret hidden in him. 

"Sleep, My Lord. You need rest to recover from your bruised ego." He teased me, and I felt my eyes darkening in rage. 

But I was too tired to punish him for his actions. My eyes fell shut before I moved them towards his bare neck. 

The bite mark I gave him was no longer on his shoulders. 

He rejected an Alpha mark.