Chapter 5

Sybil’s POV

The moment his cock made contact with my tongue, I groaned. I’d overestimated my luck, so I had to take him halfway at first. He made his displeasure known by shoving my head all the way through.

He hissed when I grazed him with my teeth.

How was I supposed to move if I can’t even feel my tongue?!

We were just starting and my cheeks were already hurting. I would have prayed he didn’t last like most of the overly stimulated animals during fucking, but I’d seen him in action, albeit late and he didn’t seem like the kind of werewolf to finish off in minutes.

“Do you want to pay a visit to the general who you impaled his hand with a knife?” He demanded in a sick deep voice, detached and bleeding cold.

I won't let that happen.

“Mhmm.” I managed a shake of my head with him in me.

“Then suck.”

I’d give him my best, serve him so I won't serve the others, anything.

Unbidden, my thoughts went straight back to what I had walked in. My eyes fluttered shut and I ran a hand over his cock as I slowly started sucking. Vividly recalling walking into the room, seeing him already lost to ecstasy, his eyes had shot open, his pupils blown, dark as death and beautiful.

There was an undeniable desire those images brought.

It made even my wolf arch. So I made myself forget about the earlier incident.

I licked across his broad head, tongue sliding into the small slit across its tip. I licked up the small bead of moisture already gathered there.

Everything in my body turned molten; a surge of wetness slicked between my thighs as the taste of him filled my mouth, salt and something more, something vital.

“Like that.” I heard him groan. And the words, the groan they were borne on, were so delicious that I sucked his tip into my mouth and grazed my tongue along its underside.

He leaned his head back against the chair, hissing.

I licked up his shaft in one long motion. Rubbed my thighs together as I tasted him, felt all that hot, proud steel against my mouth. I licked down the other side, coating him, making it easier for myself as I put my mouth around him again and slid him between my lips.

He filled my almost immediately, and I glanced down to discover there was enough of him still exposed that I needed to add my hand.

“Don’t stop.”

I wouldn't dare.

I made another pass at him, pulling him out nearly all the way before swallowing him again, letting my throat relax, desperate for as much of him in my mouth as could fit.

“A natural slut it seems you are.”

I didn't mind it.

His hand speared into my hair, gripping, twisting, and my hand working in unison, I dragged my teeth. Lightly enough to hurt—just a bit.

He bucked, and I let him, swallowing him down greedily, squeezing him with my hand enough to tell him I wanted this, wanted him to let himself go. Wanted to show him I could serve him, that I wanted to serve him, that I could be his slut.

My sex clenched and I held back the urge to touch myself.

I withdrew my lips to the tip of him, rolling my tongue around him, and gazed at him from under my lashes. His eyes were on me, wide and glazed with lust.

Very, very different from Ryder.

And when Death met my stare, beheld me looking up at him—

He unleashed himself.

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How I made my way to my room was beyond me, I was hazy from the work I’d done, sucking him and my body was still trying to recover from the fact that I was alive, till this moment, still believing it to be a dream.

I didn't dare think about how aroused I had been. It was just like the first time. Like seeing him, seeing that lust in his eyes made me bolder and reckless and wanting.

“Stupid.”

‘He is not our mate—’

‘Shut it!’

I shut my wolf before she could spoil my mood further. There were things we won't be talking about, and death was one of them.

I pushed the door open and walked inside like a carcass.

“Oh my goodness.” Aria rushed to me, I could see the fear in her eyes, then she slowly took me in. “What happened to you?” She asked.

A lot. But I wasn't about giving details.

“It’s what I had to do to survive.” I pointed back at my form.

“And how are you alive?!” Bewilderment made her spew anything, I guess I wasn’t the only one high on adrenaline.

“Hell if I know.” I groaned and walked further into the room, closing the door behind me.

“You are everywhere, the girl who stabbed the general,” she said like it was a bad prophecy, her face sullen with eyes filled with pity.

The name made my spine lock in place and I halted on my steps, that title, I didn’t like the sound of that. “I did not mean to, it all just happened very fast.”

“I understand, but your days are numbered.” She tapped my shoulder in a consoling manner. “You’ll be lucky to survive till the end of the week.”

That just made my stomach sink all the more. I walked to the bathroom with leaden feet and washed my body.

The next day and all the days that followed I did my work without getting close to the soldiers’ tent. I made sure I worked inside the house, took up other people’s roles so that I wouldn’t have to go outside.

I carried a rag and water as the head of Kutcher led me down the stairs outside, even when I’d begged to do all the work inside, she hadn’t listened. I was scared of meeting the general, I above everyone understood what it felt like to add another scar to the number of ones in your body.

Though every day I came to terms that he deserved it, maybe I should have stabbed his eyes instead and he wouldn’t be able to fucking see me.

“Let me go, you son of a bitch!” A noise downstairs drew my attention, I stopped with the bucket of water in my hand and rag as I stared at the scene before me.

Two warriors led new prisoners in. And at their rear was Eris, watching. They fought, but even the lots of them were no match for the warriors. They had the strength of a bull. Immovable.

I saw one of the prisoners look around, he noticed his surroundings and his head moved like a prey sensing danger, he was about to flee. I would strongly suggest against that if I was close by, but I wasn’t and he was dumb.

He broke out of the line, making a run towards the gate. At his sprint, his fellow captives ran around, chained, trying to get away. One got away. Ran back, back toward Eris without knowing.

I didn’t have to read the alpha’s second in command to see the tilt of his head or that evil grin.

He grabbed his blade and in the blink of an eye used it on the prisoner just as they turned the corner he was. The sword went through his chest and he sank to his knees.

The other prisoners hadn't seen, but with the chains they merely made it far.

The lycan that broke the line was dragged back, as he was still wrestling, fighting to break free; he didn't see Eris pick up an axe and plant it in his head.

My stomach lurched.

Like he knew I was there, he turned towards my direction, met green eyes with mine, then without looking, gave a last swing of the axe and the sickening sound of flesh, bone, and blood spurting made me shoot forward and hauled my inside out.