I'll give you what you desire - sex

Chapter 7

Ivy’s POV

I stared at my trembling hands.

I touched it.

The chains.

“I did it!” I breathed out, my voice shaky with relief. A rush of excitement surged through me like a wild current. “Alright, now let’s end this!”

I stepped closer to him, heart pounding against my ribs. He stood completely still, like a statue carved from shadow and rage. I couldn’t read his expression…his face hidden behind that damn mask. But his body didn’t move, not even a twitch. Was he stunned? Relieved? Afraid? I had no idea. And yet, part of me wanted to know… needed to know. But I shook that thought off.

It wasn’t my business. I just needed to get the hell out of here.

“Alright,” he said, voice low and almost... tired. “Go ahead. Remove the chains.”

His eyes shut slowly, like someone surrendering to fate…like this moment was his execution, not his freedom.

I hesitated, then moved forward. The blue glow from the chains pulsed like a living thing. I reached out and wrapped my fingers around the metal.

Hot.

My palms burned instantly, but I held on. He winced. The wounds on his chest, still raw and open, twitched under the strain.

“Aaargh!” I gritted my teeth and yanked hard.

Nothing.

Again. And again.

Still nothing.

The chains didn't budge.

I felt his gaze burn into me before I even saw it. My eyes shot up…and there he was, looking directly at me through the mask, voice sharper now.

“What’s going on? Why haven’t you removed it? Not even halfway?”

His tone sliced like a blade…commanding, irritated, unrelenting.

“I’m trying! Just give me a second!” I snapped back, sweat dripping down my face as I pulled again.

No movement. No give. Just pain.

“Stop it!” he roared, gripping me by the hands.

A blast of energy erupted from him like a storm, sending me flying across the room. My back slammed into the cold wall. The wind knocked from my lungs. I gasped, groaning as I struggled to sit up, everything aching.

“You touched it, and yet…you can’t even remove it?” His voice was filled with disgust now, a growl of fury echoing through the room. “What the hell is the point? Does that make any damn sense to you?!”

My wolf, Vivian, snarled inside me. If I wasn’t this weak, I’d have ripped him apart.

But I breathed deeply, forcing myself to stay calm.

I stood, brushing dirt from my elbow. My voice trembled, but my words were sharp. “Do you think I want any of this? I’m trapped here. I would do anything..anything…to make you disappear from my life forever!”

The words slipped out before I could stop them. And I saw it then…just for a second.

Hurt.

Behind the mask. In the way his shoulders tightened. In the way he didn’t speak.

The silence was deafening.

Then, finally…coldly…he spoke. “Leave.”

I turned to go.

“You’ll continue your duties as my maid,” he added. His voice echoed like thunder. “Until you can take those chains off. Got it?”

I didn’t answer.

I just walked.

My room was small. Pathetic, even. A plain bed. A small wooden dresser. Not even a damn mirror. I grabbed my phone. My hands were still shaking.

My screen lit up with posts from friends, classmates, people laughing, dancing, living.

Free.

And I was here… stuck in this gothic nightmare, surrounded by flickering torches and stone walls like some haunted museum. His house didn’t even belong in this century.

I buried my face into the pillow and screamed.

I need to feel numb.

Just one drink. Something to slow the thoughts. Quiet the noise. Maybe if I swallowed the right poison, I could pretend none of this was real for one night.

But I was locked in this damn medieval fortress with no alcohol, no freedom, not even a crack in the wall to scream through.

I crept into the kitchen in the silence of the night, bare feet brushing cold marble, just to grab water….something. Anything. That’s when I heard them.

“…I swear, that’s her. The Lycan King’s personal maid.”

I stopped mid-step, hidden by the shadowed corridor.

“You think so? But she looks so… normal.”

“That’s the scary part,” one whispered. “He keeps her close. They say he’s cruel. Dangerous when angry.”

My heart pounded against my ribs. Their voices dropped even lower, but the words still slid through the walls.

“They also say he saved one of the staff. From death.”

“He did?”

“Yeah. The girl was bleeding out. No one could help her. He just showed up, touched her, and she was healed.”

A pause.

“He’s evil,” another hissed. “I hope he’s gone for good.”

That made me blink. Gone?

This wasn't normal. Why hadn’t appeared out of thin air, like he used to? He has the habit of appearing when you talk bad about him.

And for the first time, I let the thought bloom.

Maybe I could get away.

Another maid chuckled. “Tonight’s our off day, right?”

“Yeah, me too.”

“Let’s go clubbing.”

Clubbing.

The word echoed in my brain like a bell of salvation. Freedom.

I stepped forward. “Take me with you.”

Three heads whipped toward me. One girl clutched her tea like it was holy.

“I… I’m done with today’s work,” I said, trying to keep the desperation out of my voice. “Please. I need to go out. Just this once.”

They stared.

“Alright. We'll let you with us. But do you have club wears?”

How would I tell them I don't have…

“I can lend her a dress,” the tallest offered. “She’s got the legs for it.”

“You’re the new maid, right?” The shortest leaned in, dropping her voice. “Just be careful. He… he’s not normal .”

“I know.”

Ten minutes later, I was in a tight black dress that shimmered like midnight oil. My hair fell over my shoulders in waves. Lipstick blood red. My reflection didn’t look like me. Maybe that was the point.

We slipped out like shadows. No guards. No eyes. No alarm.

Like the universe wanted me to leave.

The city lights welcomed us like a promise. Music thumped through the pavement as we reached the club. Inside, it was chaos…the good kind. Sweaty bodies moved in sync, heads thrown back in laughter and rhythm.

I drank. Fast.

Vodka. Tequila. Something fruity I didn’t even ask the name of.

My hips swayed with the music. My lips parted in a smile I hadn’t worn in weeks.

Then he stepped in.

He was tall. His skin gleamed bronze under the strobe lights. A small scar cut across his eyebrow, making him look even more dangerous. His jawline could slice through ego. His aura?

Alpha.

It rolled off him like heat waves, turning heads. Including mine.

He looked at me like he’d seen me in a dream. And I… I let him.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he said, his voice wrapped in silk and sin. “Can we talk somewhere quieter? You’re… stunning.”

My throat tightened.

“Shhh,” I whispered, placing a finger against his lips. “Let’s go.”

The club faded behind us. In the car, his hand trailed up my thigh like we’d done this a thousand times. The world spun gently from the alcohol. Still no sign of him. Maybe he really did give up on me.

I just wanted to have fun. Have crazy fun tonight and run away!

We got to the hotel.

His lips hovered near mine. Breath mingling. His hand cupped my face as if I were fragile.

And then…BOOM.

He flew across the room like gravity had turned against him.

I screamed.

A familiar presence surged in. Thick. Furious. Electric.

My breath caught.

He was here.

“Yes, I am,” came the low, guttural voice that haunted my dreams.

The Lycan King stepped from the shadows, shirtless, his mask locked on, but his eyes…those glowing, rage-filled eyes…pierced through me.

Before I could think, he grabbed me by the waist, slamming me against the wall. His body was fire against mine, his chest rising and falling like a man barely holding himself back.

“This is what you wanted?” he growled, voice rough and trembling with rage. “Then I’ll give it to you.”

His mouth descended, fast, urgent…but I twisted my head away.

“Stop!”

His chest heaved harder.

“Stop what?” he roared. “You’re mine. And you let another man touch you? how dare you!”

He turned to the alpha, now groaning, trying to crawl away.

“You. That hand you used to touch my woman?”

He raised his arm. A knife lifted off the side table like it had wings.

Slice.

The blade pierced the man’s palm clean through. His scream was instant, raw and sharp like broken glass.

I darted forward…but he yanked me back.

Then…darkness.

Teleportation. I was getting used to it. I have to.

In a breath, we were back in my room. I barely landed before he flung me onto the bed like I weighed nothing.

He towered over me, breathing hard, his mask casting shadows across my skin.

His eyes burned into mine. Possessive. Raw. Dangerous.

His fingers curled around my wrist, not hard… but firm enough to say, you’re not leaving. His voice dropped to a whisper…dangerous, seductive, unhinged.

You think you can run?” he breathed, voice hoarse like it had been dragged through fire. “You think I wouldn’t follow? That I wouldn’t take you back?”

Every word trembled against my skin.

“You let him touch you.” His tone dropped into something dark, primal. “You let him look at you like he owned you.”

And I couldn’t speak.

He leaned down further, lips close enough to graze my cheek, his scent…smoke, cedar, danger…invading every part of me.

“You’re mine,” he whispered. “Every inch of you.”

The way he said it didn’t ask for agreement. It wasn’t a question.

My heart slammed against my ribs, and for a second, I hated it..hated how my body reacted to him. How his nearness made heat curl deep in my stomach, confusing, infuriating heat.

He tilted his head, studying me beneath the mask.

“I’ll give you what you desire,” he murmured, voice low enough to shake me.

A chill raced down my spine.

I swallowed hard, the words barely crawling out of my mouth. “And… what’s that?”

He didn’t answer at first.

His face dipped lower, closer, until I could feel the warmth of his breath trailing down the side of my neck, slow and deliberate.

Then he spoke…directly into my ear.

His lips didn’t quite touch me, but the sound vibrated against my skin like lightning before the strike.

“Sex.”