Chapter 8

Sybil’s POV

That gave me a sudden rush of excitement, knowing that I was only his, at least till whatever reason he kept me alive passed.

I bit my lips as his fingers slid in and out of me, while his thumb circled my clitoris. I tried not to rub my thighs together as he withdrew his hand and took it to my clit, pinching and circling it till my brain was frenzied with burn.

“Let go.” He commanded in a low and gravely tone and I relaxed further against my will. I didn’t think I had any with his hand on me.

Under my ass I felt him grow hard, the tip of his enormous cock poking my ass, looking for something, a hole to slide into.

Gone were the people in the camp, it seemed like it was just us two. His free hand left thigh and came up to give my breast a squeeze.

A tantalizing sound escaped me as I widened my leg further and arched my neck back. He growled in pleasure and murmured to my hearing, “You are natural at this.”

I didn’t mind.

Not when he was here giving me this, touching me so, and setting every nerve in my body on fire. He could insult me for all I cared, as long as he didn’t stop.

My eyes caught a girl bent over on the table, a man behind her, pounding mercilessly into her with her hair clenched within his grip and a sudden image flashed through my head. I bent over instead of the girl with Death pounding his monstrous cock into me.

“Mmm.” I heard, but the sound only made me rock my hip against his member, sliding up and down his cock as he fucked me with his finger.

Pools upon pools of moisture slithered down my thighs, easing me more open to him. He pinched my nipple and my hand flew up to hold him there, against me, scared that he might take his hand away.

More… please more.

He didn’t relent and his fingers didn’t slow. The clothes on me itched and I longed to rip them off and have myself be fucked like how I wanted, how I dreamed, but no such thing happened and Death didn’t seem to want to fuck me just yet.

Through the haze of lust, I caught sight of the girls from the night I came here, the girls who were with the Rogue Alpha.

Their eyes shimmered with fire and burned with hatred that they didn’t try to conceal. They glowered at how Death was touching and that made them angry, despite being stuffed by cock behind and in front of them. They still wanted this one.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as I thought about why I was doing this; to survive. This was the only way and when I leave here they can have Death for all I care.

My chest twisted at that thought but I ignored it and focused on now, on how I was wetting his hand and his pants.

I wanted to take hold of my dress, rip it apart, and have Death fuck me like a damn whore, while I fought to remain still and not expose the remaining of my body to the prodding eyes of the generals before us.

Finally, they looked away, discussing amongst themselves and playing with their tits before them. Now with their eyes away from us, I let another moan out and Death grunted in satisfaction.

I sprayed my legs finding his arm and holding tight as I felt the second most intense buildup in my life, threatening to slash me open. I prepared my mind, bit down hard on my lower lip, and shut my eyes, anticipating it when suddenly…

He pulled his finger free from my center and left my breast altogether.

“Why?” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop, heaving and shaking from my stolen release. He didn’t answer, not that I expected him to.

Now with the shame of what had happened and how he didn’t allow me my release, the heat I’d been feeling chilled like a pail of ice water was emptied on me.

I felt even more sick to myself.

Pathetic,’ I thought. My wolf was quiet and I appreciated it, there were enough eyes that witnessed how I threw myself at the alpha like some loose wolf in heat.

The drinks were poured and served as conversation rose up from the table. But when one of the generals took a sip from the goblet his face contorted into that of disgust and he spat it out.

“What is this?”

I felt Death snap his head in the direction of the question.

“Have we so little honor that they’ll serve piss as wine? Even in war I’ve tasted much better wine than this.” Another said and spat it out.

Soon words of contempt at the drink buzzed on the floor like bees.

“We get sent more fine-looking tits than wine? What will sustain us for the war?”

Death didn’t flinch nor react under me, he was impossibly calm, like the still of death when no life existed.

I didn’t expect anything less. He stood up so fast that I almost fell, not regarding me enough to ask me to get up.

With the force with which he stood up, he sent my ass to the table. I hit it and all eyes were back on us. Humiliation wrapped around me like a snake wraps a tree.

He didn’t move immediately when I righted myself, he took hold of my hand and dragged me out, back into the house.

The moment we were in, he let me go without an order and stormed in the direction of the kitchen.

Alone in the hallway I remembered how I had been moaning like slut on his thighs, practically begging for it, for him.

I was no better than the other girls I looked down upon, in fact, I was worse and that realization turned my mouth sour.

I had to leave here. Now.

When I made sure the alpha wasn’t returning anytime soon, and I didn’t see his second in command, Eris. I hurried down to the dungeon, where he had taken me before to see the man.

Since it was a feast, no guards were posted by the door of the cell. I took the hair pin from my hair and picked the lock.

With one sullen glance over my shoulder, I pushed open the door and went down to the dungeon. Why did he take me to the man? That was all I wanted to know.

When I was in, I went to the very last one, I remembered because he had practically dragged me down, not once stopping till we reached the bars of the cell.

“Hello.” I called quietly, “who’s there?” I gave a quick rap on the bars. “I mean no harm, I just want to talk.” I whispered into the dark cell.

If I had I would have come with a touch, the moonlight was scarcely enough.

I heard him before I saw him, his grunt as the man rose to his feet and then slowly meandered his way to me. When he came into the line of the moonlight from the small window in his cell. My breath hitched in my chest.

It couldn’t be possible, no

My eyes were playing tricks on me. I saw him leave. I peered intently at the man that looked just like my father. His face, mangled but familiar.

No way, I clutched my head and reeled back like one punched. But when he stood up straighter, positioning his face into the moonlight.

My feet carried me back aimlessly, to escape however my leg got caught between a stone and I landed with my ass to the ground.

“Dad?”