Mysterious newsDamon povI sat on my majestic throne, I clenched my arms hard on the armrest as my eyes trained on each of my commanders seated in the hall. Milo squirmed by my side. It was just like he had been squirming throughout the training section. He thought I didn't notice the pleading in his eyes, the way his body would tense at intervals, the faint blush that would creep up his neck every time our skin made contact. But I just didn't care, no…, I did care but in my own way. My sadistic and evil side savored every bit of his discomfort of undergoing harsh training while having a plug lodged deep inside him, just as I have left it. It was a punishment, and he knows that. but seeing his flushed cheeks and exhausted expression… I knew that maybe, just maybe, I might have been overbearing, maybe a little too harsh even.A warning growl tore through my throat when the boy in my arms whimpered unconsciously from the combined pressure of the elders and commanders that were locke
an audience Milo’s POVMy lungs were on fire, my throat burned, my heart pounding frantically like a ward drum. But despite all this ,there was one thing again even more disturbing and alarming than my exhaustion. It's the fire that was coming from my lower back. And Master even made it worse than it should be…The drills kept on coming, but that was not where the problem lies…it was his hands, they told a different story. I didn’t know whether it was intentional or not, but adjusting my stance meant that his hands would linger on my back for a moment too long. Adjusting my grip meant his fingers would brush against mine, trailing lines of invisible fire along my skin. His chest would brush against my back, his breath tickling my ears every now and then made the training look like hell on earth.Everytime I ran, or stood in a fighting stance, the plug that was plunged deep inside me would move. And each time I would grit my teeth so hard so as not to give him the satisfaction of watc
No choiceMilo’s POVI woke up to an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was like a tight knot that wouldn't refuse to loosen no matter what. I tried to feel for my wolf, Lior, but he didn’t respond. He continued to sulk in a dark corner deep in my mind. A whine escaped my lips, I was not sure if it was from the softness of the bed I was lying on or the empty feeling that gnawed at me…I frozeA bed? I was supposed to sleep in my cage, not on a comfortable bed like this…My eyes flew wide open, and I panicked. The memory of what happened last night played in my mind. That was when I felt him, like a knife that loomed over my head like a shadow. My heartbeat increased as I turned to see my master. He was seated at the headboard of the bed, looking like every hungry teenager's dream man. He was holding a book. But his eyes continued to glare at me like I had just done something unforgivable. And without needing him to talk, my body started trembling in dread.I swallowed hard.
Heated claim [2] Milo pov There was nothing soft about the kiss. It was hot, demanding, and demanding. Everything deep down I wanted. My back ached in pain, his grip on my chin becoming more painful as time went on, but he didn’t stop, not even for a second. He devoured me, like I belong to him, and maybe I belonged to him. My fingers flared uselessly in the air, tangling in his shirt, as I tried to clutch something, anything at all, as the heat roared inside my head like thunder. I tried to match up to his intensity, kissing him back with every amount of fervor and ferocity like I would fall apart if I didn’t. My vision exploded with stars. The taste of master was warm, dark, and intoxicating to me. A soft, involuntary sound slipped from my throat, and I felt the deep rumble of satisfaction from his chest in response. His hands trailed down traces of fire to the small of my back, pressing me hard against him. while his other hand still held my jaw, keeping me in place as if h
Heated claim Milo's pov I felt my body go numb, but I managed to shake my head, “Good, then dig in.” he said. It was a command, not a request. And without wasting time, I took my first bite from the meat. A moan nearly escaped my mouth. A perfectly spiced Seasoned chicken flavour exploded in my mouth, catching me completely off guard. My taste buds screamed for more as the chicken flavour in my mouth like cheese, crunchy and smoking hot melted. Throwing all my reservations out of the window, I pounced on the food like a hungry beast. Holding a piece of bread in my left hand, and a lap of chicken in my right hand, my eyes watered as I tasted the bread for the first time. And I wasn't disappointed. It tasted just as good as it looked, or even better. I chewed slowly, marveling at the freshness and internally thanking the gifted hands that had prepared this sumptuous meal that would make even a king sigh in amazement. Master didn’t say anything. All his attention was focuse
do you have a problem? Milo’s POV His scent hit me like a speeding tuck, causing me to look up at the new person that just entered the room. The familiar sharp cold feelings I had felt in the training ground ran through my body like an electric shock. I froze… It's him! one of the four bullies. The moment I saw his face. I remembered him. He was the leader of the four boys that I had met in the training ground. The one who had mentally attacked me with his wolf… I remembered how I was chased by him and his friends. Their taunts and threats as he chased me through the dark tunnels. My wolf stirred violently, rising to the surface without my consent. Cornel? That was his name I didn't realize the low growl that escaped through my throat, until master's body tensed, his hands clamped on my thighs, holding me from lunging at him. I couldn’t stop myself, no matter how I screamed Lior’s name, he just wouldn't hear me. Pain exploded though my fingers, as my claws pushe