With Pleasure

Morgan's POV

Getting ownership of some of my properties made butterflies fill my stomach, literally.

Those properties were reasonable enough.

Even though they were barely scratching the surface of my former wealth, I was no longer completely broke.

The only problem is, I wasn't being completely honest.

He told me about the meeting he scheduled for the next day, and Isabelle had still been making visits to our house.

I didn't appreciate that, and now I had assets, I needed her gone.

He was in the throne room, having discussions on how to recruit a new gamma. When he was done, I strolled in.

“Hi, King.” He eyed me suspiciously, as he should. I obviously wasn't there to be friends or be friendly.

“How may I help you?” His voice seemed to drop like he was already expecting the worst.

“Well, the thing is, I'm bending our agreement a little.”

His head titled, his face grave. I knew not to try him but I just didn't care.

“Don't you dare, Morgan. Don't fucking start.”

He was vocal, almost out of character. Whatever that deal was, was obviously important to him, he couldn't even mask it.

“Relax, it's something simple I want you to do before I agree to help your weak ass scare off the council.”

He took a deep, exhausted breath and settled deep into his seat.

“Wow, you really did it, huh?”

I struck a nerve. Ask me if I cared.

“Wanna hear what I have to say?”

“Not really.”

“Whatever. Before I help you, that girl has to stop coming here.”

“Who?” His brows raised, a discreet amused smile appearing on his face from nowhere, as though he knew something I didn't.

“Don't play with me.”

“Get rid of her and choose you or what?”

“Who wants you? You're not the king you think you are. Why would I want you when I'm better than you, and my pack can't help but agree with me anyway?”

“I gave you a few properties and now you think you can run your fucking mouth, right?”

“Gave me?”

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. This man couldn't be serious.

“Firstly, those properties were always mine, you shameless thief. Secondly, I earned them, because I'm everything you aren't. I bet you couldn't negotiate like me to save your life.”

His lips thinned, his eyes darkening. Now it was a real war. I had really, really upset him.

“The urge to strangle you—”

“The urge to just let you fuck me.”

Silence fell on us as his countenance dropped, his eyes immediately darkening as they settled on me.

It almost felt like he was peeling my clothes off with his eyes. This was one way to get him right where I wanted him. He could never win an argument like this, which supported all my earlier claims of being better than he was.

“You're joining me for the meeting, whether you like it or not.”

A smile spread across my cheeks. The audacity.

“Then I'm sorry to disappoint you.”

I turned around, and I began to head out. That was definitely one way to get out of that situation. I couldn't be happier. I absolutely didn't want to help him, and now I had a couple lands. I should do this often—

I didn't make the next step.

Azriel was behind me in a second, and I was dragged till my back hit a wall. He spun me around, and I shuddered when this man pressed me into the wall, then his front met my back, a deep, guttural groan escaping him like he was struggling.

He was. His cock was definitely harder than diamonds at this point as I felt it in between my ass cheeks.

Thoughts of having it in my mouth, thoughts of swallowing it with my cunt, it made my eyes roll in my head.

Thoughts of his face appreciating me and his mouth praising me filled my head.

It's a miracle I've gone this long without opening my legs for him, a serious miracle.

But now? I felt like I was ready to throw all my self control away and just give in. What's the worst that could happen? He could never say that he broke me, because it was obviously what I wanted, right?

I felt his uncontrollable breath hit my ears.

Then his thick, nasty voice destroyed every single reasoning I had left.

“Listen carefully. That tiny pussy of yours, I'm going to hurt it, and it's going to be soon. I'm going to get off on your screams and tears, and make you miserable. The thought of it excites me. I'm going to make you cry, baby.”

My thighs clenched mercilessly without my permission as I shamelessly arched into him. I rubbed myself hard against him, and a tiny shudder followed his next breath.

“You think so?” My teeth sank into my lips. I've never wanted a man as much as I've wanted this man behind me that was so ready to mistreat me.

“It's the one thing I'm yet to break, so I'm sure. Once I do, you'll be completely at my mercy. You'll beg me to ruin your life, you won't look past my fucking cock, you'll become my whore…”

I only grew wetter, my voice literally shaky.

“Until then.”

“Until then.” This man swiped his tongue across my earlobe, then he sucked it into his mouth.

“So fucking sexy it's annoying.” He groaned. It was killing me.

“What about Isabelle?” I didn't stop him. I didn't want him to stop licking me, I wanted to lean into it and beg for more.

“Since I'm coming for what you have in between your legs, I will consider letting her go. Sounds good?”

“Sounds amazing.”

It hit me then as he let me go that this whole time, I was actually jealous, and it was less and less about the fact that I didn't want another woman as queen in my palace.

It was more and more about the fact that Azriel seemed interested, and for some strange reasons, I wanted all his hours, I wanted his attention on me.

I wanted to frustrate him. I needed him to look at me and keep wanting me.

That can't happen if I don't tease him with my body and leave him breathless.

When he tried to leave, I dragged him back to my waist. I reached for his hands and slowly led it to my middle through my clothes.

His gasp behind my neck was everything.

“I want your fingers. Destroy me with them, let me know if I believe you'll really destroy me with that little thing.”

There was nothing little about his cock. Nothing.

His growl was low, his breath suddenly ragged in the same breath.

“Little? Well, I know you're just dying to piss me off. By the way, just because you want me to doesn't mean I have to listen.”

He was listening. I felt cold hands reach underneath my dress and collide with my warm thighs, only going higher and higher, leaving me wanting more.

“You want to ruin me, right? Go ahead.”

Dirty whispering filled my ears.

“Don't cry to me when you realize what you've just done to yourself. I'll end up hurting you more, with pleasure.”

“Yeah right—oh my gosh! Azriel—”