Tales of Desire

Chapter 1

️Reka’s POV

The thick door dug into my spine as Talim pinned me against it like prey. His hand was already under my skirt, two thick fingers shoved deep inside my dripping cunt before I could even gasp his name. I was soaked, had been soaked for days, my omega heat turning me into a shameless, needy mess. And he knew it. Goddess, he always knew.

“Talim...” I whimpered, but covered my mouth with his other, those golden alpha eyes flashing with feral hunger.

“Shut up and take it, little omega,” he growled against my ear, voice rough with rut. “Your Luna’s right fucking outside and I’m starving for this pussy. You’re going to cum all over my hand while she begs for my attention she’ll never get.”

Vanessa’s voice floated through the door, sweet and oblivious. “Talim? Baby, the council’s waiting…”

He answered her with a lazy, bored, “In a minute love, you can go ahead,” never slowing the sweet rhythm of his fingers. Three now, stretching me wide, curling hard against that spot that made my knees buckle. My cream poured down his wrist, coating his skin, dripping onto the marble floor. I could smell myself, sweet, desperate omega in heat, and it was driving him insane.

His cock was a steel rod grinding against my hip through his trousers, so thick and hard I could feel the vein pulsing along the underside. He hadn’t fucked me in six days. Six fucking days of watching Vanessa drape herself over him in public, her hands on what was mine, while I scrubbed floors and served wine with my thighs clenched and my pussy aching for him.

I hated her. I hated myself. But right now, I hated nothing. I only needed.

He ripped his hand from my mouth and crushed his lips to mine, swallowing the scream that came out of me when he slammed his fingers into my pussy and rubbed my clit with his thumb in merciless circles. My orgasm hit like a wildfire, violent and consuming. I squirted—actually fucking squirted—around his hand, soaking his sleeve, the door, my own thighs. He kept pumping through it, milking every spasm, every gush, until I was sobbing into his shoulder.

“Good girl,” he rasped, pulling his fingers free only to shove them straight into my mouth. I sucked them clean without hesitation, tasting myself, tasting us, moaning like the desperate slut I’d become for him.

He spun me around suddenly, yanking my skirt higher, baring my ass. The cool air hit my drenched skin and I whined, pushing back against him like a bitch in heat, because that’s exactly what I was. His.

“Hands on the door,” he ordered. “Spread.”

I obeyed instantly, palms flat, legs shaking as I widened my stance. He didn’t bother undoing his trousers all the way—just freed his cock enough insert the leaking head against my swollen entrance.

“No condom,” I breathed, panicked and thrilled all at once.

“Don’t care,” he snarled. “I’m breeding this cunt tonight. Let the whole fucking palace smell me on you.”

He thrust into my pussy in one sweet stroke.

I moaned in pleasure into my own arm to muffle it, the stretch burning so good I saw stars. He was huge—always too big—but my body took him like it was made for it. Because it was. He gripped my hips hard enough to make me go crazy and fucked me raw against that door, each thrust slamming my tits into the wood, my nipples scraping through the thin fabric of my uniform.

Vanessa was in the council meeting already. My stepsister. His wife. And here I was, maid apron bunched around my waist, getting fucked hard by her husband while she waited like a fool.

The guilt should’ve stopped me. It didn’t.

Talim leaned over me, chest to my back, teeth scraping the mating mark he could never give me. “You’re mine,” he snarled into my ear, voice breaking with possession. “This pussy, this body, this soul—mine. I don’t give a fuck about curses or elders anybody out there. You feel that?” He ground deep, cockhead kissing my cervix. “That’s where my pup’s going to grow.”

I came again, harder this time, my walls clamping down so tight he cursed and spilled inside me with a loud roar, pumping rope after rope of hot cum so deep I felt it in my womb. He didn’t pull out—just stayed buried, plugging me, marking me from the inside.

When he finally slipped free, his release poured down my thighs in thick, filthy rivulets. He tucked himself away, calm as anything, then spun me again and kissed me slow and deep, tasting my tears and my surrender.

“Go clean up,” he murmured against my swollen lips. “Then come to my bed tonight. I’m not done.”

I stumbled back to the servants’ wing on shaky legs, his cum still leaking out of me, staining my stockings. Every step reminded me what a whore I was, what a whore I’d always be for him.

My tiny room felt colder than usual when I slipped inside and locked the door. I stripped off the ruined uniform, fingers trembling as I touched the mess between my legs. So much of him. Still dripping. I couldn’t stop myself—I slid two fingers into my sore, swollen pussy and fucked myself on them, moaning his name under my breath, chasing one more orgasm like the pathetic addict I was.

The lamp flickered.

I froze.

A figure stood in the corner, tall, cloaked, face hidden beneath a hood. The scent hit me a second later. Wolf. Powerful. Male. Not Talim.

I yanked the sheet up to cover myself, heart slamming against my ribs. “Who the fuck are you?”

The hood lowered slowly, revealing sharp cheekbones and cold, amused amber eyes.

“Name’s not important, little omega,” the stranger said with a thick voice. He inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring, and smiled. “But congratulations. You reek of the Alpha’s cum. And I’ve got the proof to burn his entire kingdom down.”

He stepped closer, letting the lamplight catch on the silver dagger in his hand.

“Unless, of course… you’d rather make a deal.”