HAVE ME

AISHA

There was no battle scheduled for the next day. The commanders had called a temporary ceasefire to clear the fallen bodies from the sand, which meant we had the entire day to rest, recover, and prepare for the midnight battle.

After the intense sex with Damian last night, my body was thoroughly exhausted and weak. The sheer exhaustion had pulled me straight into a deep, dreamless sleep. By the time I finally woke up, the harsh desert sun was already high in the sky. I sat up, stretched my sore muscles, ate a heavy breakfast delivered by the tent servants, and took a long, hot bath in the makeshift wooden tub behind the canvas partition.

Damian was nowhere to be found. He had dropped a short note on the bedside table, but it didn't say where he was going or when he would return. Honestly, I really didn't care. The less I had to look at his terrifying face today, the better.

I had just finished wrapping a light silk robe around my damp body when a quiet knock echoed against the wooden support of the tent door.

I walked over and pulled the heavy canvas curtain aside.

It was Samson.

Before I could even open my mouth to speak, Samson stepped inside, grabbed my waist, and pulled me flush against his hard chest. He didn't even say a single word at first—he just started kissing me passionately the moment the door closed behind him. His lips were soft yet hungry, consuming mine with a deep, desperate affection that made my head spin.

"Thank you, Aisha," he whispered against my lips, his breath warm and frantic as he pulled back just an inch. "Thank you."

I knew what he was thanking me for. He was thanking me for saving his life on the battlefield yesterday, for turning my own claws against Damian's elite guards just to keep him alive.

"Why were all those guards on me yesterday?" Samson asked, his brow furrowing as he looked down at me with genuine confusion. "The main objective of this entire fight was to destroy Nicholas and take his land. Why were Damian’s soldiers targeting my unit?"

I bit my lower lip, my heart hammering against my ribs. I just couldn't bring myself to tell him the full, ugly truth right then. I couldn't tell him that Damian was driven by a violent, possessive jealousy and had explicitly ordered his execution.

"Damian could be back here at any moment, Samson," I said quickly, my eyes darting toward the entrance of the tent in a sudden panic. "You shouldn't be here. If he finds you in my tent, he will snap."

Samson just smiled—a cold, confident smirk that completely took me off guard.

"Don't worry about Damian," Samson said smoothly, his eyes flashing with a dangerous glint. "He won't be back anytime soon. I sent my best men after him into the dunes."

I stood completely frozen, staring at him in absolute shock.

Could it be that Samson actually knows Damian wants to kill him? I thought, my mind racing. Is he already aware of Damian's plot and now completely ready to kill Damian first?

Samson noticed the look of horror on my face and let out a soft, bitter laugh. He reached up, gently cupping my cheek with his broad, warm hand.

"Don't worry, Aisha," he said softly, his voice dropping into a dark, serious register. "I won't make you a widow... like you made me fatherless."

Those words hit me like a physical punch straight to the gut.

My breath hitched, the warmth in my chest instantly vanishing. It was another painful reminder that despite his deep feelings for me, the poison Mabel had planted in his mind was still alive. He still believed deep down that I was the one who killed Alpha Brad.

Somehow, a part of him desperately wanted to believe me, but I knew that love alone wasn't going to save us. If I truly wanted Samson to trust me completely and make a future with him possible, I had to prove my innocence once and for all. I needed Mabel to confess her crimes to the entire world.

Samson didn't dwell on the pain. Moving past the heavy tension, his hands slowly slid down from my cheeks to the silk belt of my robe. He untied it with practiced ease, letting the light fabric part completely.

He took my breasts into his large hands, massaging them softly before leaning down to trail his hot mouth down my body. He licked a wet, scorching line down my stomach, lower and lower, until he dropped to his knees right between my thighs.

I gasped, gripping his thick shoulders for balance as he spread my legs wide. Samson buried his face between my thighs, rolling his tongue expertly over my clitoris. He moved with slow, worshipful reverence, his warm breath fanning across my sensitive skin.

He paused for a second, looking down at my vagina hole like he was searching for something, his eyes tracking every detail of my body before he returned to flicking his tongue over my clitoris, sending sweet waves of electricity straight to my core.

While he played with my clitoris, sliding two fingers gently inside my wetness, he looked up at me with eyes full of raw, unshielded emotion.

"I have loved you for years, Aisha," Samson whispered, his voice thick with a deep, painful longing as his fingers kept up a steady, agonizing rhythm inside me. "I nursed this love in secret while my father was alive, while the pack called you a servant. And even now, with all this power and territory, I still cannot have you all to myself."

He paused, resting his forehead gently against my inner thigh, breathing heavily against my wet skin.

"I will do anything to have you as my Luna, Aisha," Samson declared, his voice shaking with absolute conviction. "Anything."

He stood up slowly, his dark eyes locked onto mine as his hand reached down to unzip his trousers. He pulled out his long, rigid dick, already hard and pulsing with desire.

I looked at him, my heart pounding violently against my chest, my core dripping and aching for his touch. Despite the madness surrounding us, despite the war waiting for us at midnight, this was the lovemaking that I so desperately desired.

I leaned back against the edge of the wooden table, spreading my legs wider for him, ready to let the only man I truly cared about take me completely.