Making A Deal

Allene

When he remembered me and my identity as Leonard's mate, he turned to leave, like he always did whenever he saw me after the incident that happened two years ago.

But I couldn't just let him go like that, I followed him to the rogue encampment, refusing to leave no matter how much he told me to go back. He was the only one who could help me now. The only one I could use for my revenge.

“You’ve really followed me all the way here, what do you want this time Allene?” he asked, suspicion heavy in his voice. “Has Leonard or my brother sent you to inspect how my wolves are suffering?” he asked.

“I came here on my own accord,” I replied almost immediately.

“Really?” His voice dropped as he tried, unsuccessfully, to keep his gaze from drifting over me. My torn clothes, shredded during my shift, barely clung to me. I hadn’t even realized how exposed I was until his gaze burned on my skin.

“Yes. I really need your help.” I blurted almost immediately.

His brow arched at me under the dim night flames, as if trying to decipher what I meant. The rogue wolves watching us only intensified the tension.

“You are my brother’s daughter-in-law, Allene. And you know the history between the two of us.” His tone lowered dangerously.

“Please… leave. I do not need him burning down my pack by morning. If he sent you as bait to provoke war, inform him I am not interested.”

He bowed his head slightly and turned to walk away again.

I said nothing, only followed him. It was better to speak inside, away from the stares and whispers of his rogue wolves who already looked ready to pounce.

Draven entered his throne room and sat heavily on the carved wooden chair that served as his throne. When he realized I had followed him inside, he exhaled slowly.

“I rejected Leonard as my mate,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm within me. “And as it stands, I am a fugitive in SilverFang Pack.”

He almost believed me but when he saw Leonard’s mark still lingering faintly as he hadn't accepted my rejection, his jaw clenched. He shook his head.

“Darius killed your mate and unborn child decades ago,” I began, watching the way his fists tightened instantly. “He accused you of treason, an accusation he orchestrated, just so he could steal the throne your father gave to you, not him.”

His breathing changed.

“You’ve waited decades for revenge, Draven” I continued, stepping toward him. “But your rogue wolves are not enough and you have no justification to declare war on SilverFang as the case was nullified as baseless accusations years ago by the alpha council.”

I crossed the remaining distance and slowly ran my fingers up his thigh, feeling the tension seize his entire body. Ever since I walked into the room, I had felt the weight of his gaze lingering on me. Not with suspicion alone, but also with lust.

“What do you want, Allene?” he asked, catching my fingers in a firm grip.

“Let me help you,” I whispered against his ear, my breath brushing his skin.

“You must be joking,” he muttered. “How would you possibly—”

I touched his lips with a finger, silencing him.

“I have lived with your enemies for years, Draven. I know the best way to destroy them. Make me the Luna of your pack to spite Leonard and watch your revenge unfold on a platter.”

He stared at me for a long time. Maybe he was lost for words. Maybe he didn’t know whether I was genuine or bait. Leonard had used me as bait before, he knew that. At an alpha’s party once, when he beat me and Draven stepped in, only for Leonard to flip the narrative and have me deny everything, humiliating Draven.

He had every reason to doubt me.

Which was why I hit where it hurt most.

“SilverFang Pack belongs to you, Draven,” I said quietly. “Not your brother Darius, and certainly not his son Leonard. How much longer will you hide in this encampment? How much longer will you avoid fighting for what your father gave you?”

He opened his lips to speak when I shut them with a kiss, sucking on his tongue like it was the only salvation I had left. Like it was the breath I had been denied for five long years under Leonard’s shadow.

I didn’t even understand what had propelled me here. Or why, out of all the enemies Leonard had created, it was his uncle I had chosen as the perfect weapon for my revenge.

But I told myself I would stop the moment he pushed me away. The moment he didn’t want it.

My hand slid down, rubbing against the hard length straining against his trousers, feeling the way his body tightened under my touch. My other hand tangled in his hair, holding him to me as I deepened the kiss. His protest was there, in his stiffness and hesitation, the sense of wrongness he still clung to.

But his resistance was weak. His breathing had already shifted. And his pulse had already changed too.

His body had chosen long before his mind could.

Poor Draven. I had caught him staring at my legs many times in the past when he thought I didn’t notice. Did he really think he could resist this now?

I pulled back slowly and studied his face. The strong carved jaw. The sharp nose. The heat building in his eyes as they swept over me, over my bare skin, my curves, my breasts with nipples visible through the torn dress. Hunger and conflict, both raging inside him at once.

He said nothing and stared.

And that silence told me everything.

My fingers crept up his leg again, slower this time. I felt his breath hitch when I stopped just short of touching him, resting my fingertips lightly on his thigh before sliding them to his zipper.

The metallic sound sliced through the room. His pupils darkened.

“What are you doing?” he asked, voice rough, almost strangled and shocked at what I was about to do and even more shocked at how desperately he wanted it.

I didn't respond. My hand slid further up his thighs, mere millimetres from touching his dick.

He had an unsure look on his face when I slowly broke into a smile as I watched him and his reactions.

"I feel like this is my chance to know you," I leaned towards him and whispered in his ear, brushing his cock with my fingers, "To really get to know you." I added as I slowly unzipped his trousers.

My fingers started rubbing the tip of his cock from the unzipped trouser. Just a gentle caress at first then a stronger grip as he started to grow harder in my hand.

"Allene, please I don't want to have sex with you." He said slowly as if that would stop me.

But his cock betrayed him, despite his disinterest in what I was about to do.

The more I rubbed him, the harder he got. Soon it was hard enough for me to stroke his cock.

"It certainly feels like you want this." I whispered back to his previous protest.

I pulled his cock out of his trouser, gently stroking it up and down. My eyes were staring at it, unblinking.

Without thinking further, I pulled away my torn dress from my body as I leaned closer to him, grabbed his cock and straddled him, lining him up with my entrance as I lowered myself to him on the chair he was on. He didn't resist nor try to stop me which to me, was enough confirmation of his consent.

I rubbed his cock up and down my clit opening, mixing my wetness with his precum.

I gave a high-pitched moan as I lowered myself agonisingly slowly on him while he watched as his dick slowly disappeared into me.

I slowly started fucking him, thrusting myself up and down while on his laps. He lasted for minutes inside me while I still fucked him on.

His cock swelled up after some minutes of acting absent minded and he started pumping into me, coming like crazy, impaling himself into me as far as he could possibly go.

I was lost in the moment and didn't fully regain my senses for maybe another minute as he did that. Thrusting in and out of me from his chair, his throne and in the middle of his throne room.

As he kept pumping himself in and out of me, holding my ass so tightly as if he wanted to fuse me into his body, I wrapped my arms around his neck, grounding myself in the moment. His breath was hot against my throat, his grip firm and almost desperate, and for a single, wild heartbeat I let myself drown in the sensation, because this was the first step of my revenge.

Draven’s rogue wolves had killed my parents years ago on his command.

Leonard had destroyed the rest of my life.

And here I was, using the same man who ruined my past to destroy the man who ruined my future.

A perfect circle of vengeance where I planned to have the two monsters crushed with one stone.

“Ahh,” I moaned as he thrusted into me once more, hard enough to make my back arch.