Chapter 28: “Beg Like A Slut!”

My chest heaved, my breath coming in jagged, shallow gasps that tore at my throat.                   

I was sitting there, completely exposed on his massive mattress, drowning in my own wetness. My thighs were trembling, my core throbbing with a hollow, agonizing ache that demanded to be filled. I was so incredibly, shamefully horny it felt like a fever burning under my skin. I was ready to be fucked. I was practically vibrating with the need for it.

But Riven had spoken.

‘You're going to have to beg harder than that.’

I gritted my teeth, my jaw locking so tight the muscle fluttered. No. I had sworn to myself. I had made a silent, blood-bound promise the day Kaelen threw me into that freezing mud. I thought I had learned my lesson. I thought I had built a fortress around my pride, vowing that no man would ever control me again. No man would ever dictate my worth, tell me what to do, or reduce me to a weeping, pleading mess on a mattress.

Not Kaelen. And definitely not the Lycan King.

I looked up at him. Riven was standing over me, looking exactly like the ancient, untamed god of the world that he was. His broad, violently scarred chest rose and fell in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. His beautiful, molten golden eyes were piercing straight through my pathetic defenses, peering so deep into my soul that I felt completely naked on the inside too.

I tried to look away. I bit my lower lip, tasting the faint copper of my own blood, determined to keep my mouth shut. I wasn't going to beg. I would rather sit here and let this agonizing arousal burn me alive than give him the satisfaction of hearing me break.

But I wasn't alone in my body anymore.

My newly awakened wolf was relentless. She didn't care about my pride. She didn't care about Kaelen, or the courtroom, or my human trauma. She was kicking and thrashing against the cage of my ribs like a mad, rabid dog. She wanted her mate.

‘Submit! Mate,’ she snarled in my mind, clawing at my control. ‘Give him what he wants. Let him take us.’

“Shut up,” I fought back, gripping the bedsheets so hard my knuckles turned a bruised white. “I won't do it.”

Riven didn’t say a word. He didn't demand it again. He simply lowered himself.

He crawled over me with a slow, agonizing grace, his massive frame cowering over my trembling body. He didn't rest his weight on me, but he came so close that the physical contact was a suffocating, intoxicating friction. His knees settled on the mattress on either side of my hips. He planted his large, calloused hands flat on the bed, boxing my shoulders in, trapping me completely in his cage.

I let out a shaky breath as his chest grazed mine. I could feel the furnace of his skin, the erratic, thudding bass of his heartbeat. His hot breath fanned over my collarbone, sending a violent shiver cascading all the way down to my toes.

I looked at him, my hazel eyes wide and frantic.

Riven dropped his body even lower. His dark hair fell like a curtain around us, shutting out the rest of the room, isolating us in this tiny, heated pocket of the universe. He shifted his hips forward.

My breath completely stopped.

The heavy, blunt head of his impossibly hard cock brushed directly against my slick entrance through the fabric of his trousers. The friction was excruciating. It was a cruel, perfect tease. Just the ghost of his pressure against my wet, swollen pussy made my hips instinctively jerk upward, chasing the contact.

Riven chuckled. A dark, vibrating sound that rumbled straight into my core. He leaned his head down, his lips grazing the sensitive shell of my ear. I sucked in a shaky breath. My hips twitched before I could stop them.

"You are the most stubborn woman I have seen in my entire existence," he murmured.

His voice was a lethal velvet, low and dripping with a dark, filthy arousal. The vibration of his words against my skin made my toes curl like a desperate slut.

"I can hear your wolf," Riven whispered, his breath hot against my neck. "She’s yelling for me. I can smell her arousal, Liora. She’s soaking these sheets. She wants my cock so badly."

"Stop," I choked out, squeezing my eyes shut.

Riven ignored me. He rolled his hips just a fraction of an inch, dragging that thick ridge against my clit again. A helpless, high-pitched whine tore out of my throat.

“You are the most stubborn woman I have ever seen in my entire existence,” he whispered against my ear. His voice was low, rough, dark in a way that made my stomach flip. “I can hear your wolf yelling for me. I can smell how wet she is. She wants my cock so badly. She wants her mate to ruin her… to treat her like the desperate little slut she is. To use her however he wants.”

He pressed his open mouth to my jaw, tracing the frantic pulse beating beneath my skin.

"Why then do you torture her like that?" Riven challenged softly. "You keep her caged. You deny her the only thing she was born to take. And you think I'm the bad one?"

The question hit me like a physical blow. My wolf howled in agreement, a desperate, feral sound that echoed through my entire nervous system.

"All you have to do," Riven coaxed, his thumb coming up to stroke my bottom lip, "is be a good, humble girl. Cry for the Lycan King's cock. Beg for it like you need it. Tell me how badly you want me to wreck you."

‘Don't,’ my human mind screamed. ‘If you do this, you lose everything. You lose yourself.’ 

My wolf pushed harder. I could feel her claws scraping inside me, fighting to get out. I gritted my teeth until they hurt. No. I won’t.

But the arousal was a tidal wave, and my human defenses were just a fragile wall of sand. The sheer, overwhelming dominance in Riven's aura, combined with the agonizing friction of his body against mine, finally snapped the last thread of my control.

I didn't even realize it was happening until the colors in the room shifted.

The dim light of the chamber suddenly took on a hyper-focused, predatory clarity. The smell of him magnified a hundred times over until it was the only thing keeping me tethered to the earth.

My eyes flashed. The hazel was swallowed entirely by a brilliant, glowing purple.

My wolf had forcefully taken over the wheel.

I was shoved into the passenger seat of my own mind, completely paralyzed as I felt my jaw open, my lips parting without my permission.

"Please," my voice rasped. It sounded different. Slutter, more desperate. "Please, my lord."

‘No! Stop it!’ I screamed internally, desperately trying to claw my way back to the surface. But my wolf was massive, feral, and utterly devoted to the Alpha pinning us to the bed.

"Please, Lord Riven," my purple-eyed wolf begged, my hips aggressively arching up to grind against his heavy bulge. "Ruin me. Ruin me like your slut. I need it. Please. Use me. I need your cock. I need it so bad. Please don’t stop…”