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CHAPTER 12

Malakai

She’s standing in the middle of the room like she’s ready to fight me. Feet planted, arms crossed, chin lifted—like that’s going to do a damn thing to stop what’s coming.

I take my time, letting my gaze drag over her, slow and deliberate. The little lamb is still pretending she’s not caught, that she’s not already in my hands.

I smirk. “You’re waiting for some kind of punishment, aren’t you?”

Her expression flickers, but she doesn’t break.

I step closer, slow enough that she could move away if she really wanted to. She doesn’t.

“The thing about the Pantheon,” I continue, tilting my head, “is that we don’t believe in traditional punishments. The Lamb’s punishment…” My fingers brush the edge of her dress, teasing, testing. “Is just being here with me.”

Her breath catches, and she forces herself to hold my stare. “That’s not punishment,” she says. “That’s ego.”

I chuckle. “You’d rather I throw you to someone else?”

She doesn’t answer.

I grip her chin, tilting her head back just a little—enough to force her to really look at me. “I don’t do anything without consent, Lamb.” My thumb skims over her lower lip, slow and lazy. “So, you tell me. What do you want?”

She yanks her chin free, eyes blazing. “I want out of this fucking game.”

I arch a brow. “Then leave.” I step back, gesturing toward the door. “No one’s stopping you.”

Her nostrils flare, like she wasn’t expecting me to say that. Like she was waiting for me to force her hand.

She doesn’t move.

I fold my arms, watching her. “So, what’s it going to be, Raven?”

She exhales sharply, like she’s trying to clear her head. But she doesn’t turn to leave. She steps closer .

My muscles tense, heat curling low in my stomach. I can't believe how quickly this girl has made my dick go rock hard. No woman has ever done that to me without trying. Is something wrong with me?

I'm here to mess with her, to fucking destroy her boyfriend, but here I am instead, lusting after a meek Lamb. Inside my head though, I know she isn't as meek as an ordinary person will make her out to be.

For a second, I think I'm going to let everything go and kiss those pouty lips. But shockingly enough, she’s the one closing the distance now, and fuck , I wasn’t expecting that.

“I hate you,” she murmurs.

I grin. “Good. You should.”

Her hands lift, hesitating for just a second before she grips the front of my shirt.

She’s making the first move.

And I let her .

Her mouth crashes against mine, hard, desperate, like she’s trying to prove something. And shit , I feel it everywhere.

I grip the back of her neck, yanking her closer, deepening the kiss. She gasps against my lips, and that sound? It’s enough to send a bolt of heat straight through me.

She’s fire and fight and fucking temptation, and I’m going to ruin her.

But for now, I let her take the lead.

For now.

She kisses me like she’s trying to prove something—to herself, to me, to the universe. Like if she does this, chooses this, it means she’s still the one in control.

But she’s not.

Not anymore.

I let her take the lead for a few seconds, let her hands clutch at my shirt, let her lips crash against mine, all fire and frustration and fucking desperation. Like she’s fighting against the pull between us even as she gives in to it.

Then I take over.

One hand fists in her hair, the other slides down to her waist, yanking her flush against me. She gasps, and I use it, swallowing the sound as I deepen the kiss, dragging my teeth against her bottom lip just to feel the way she shivers.

"You’ve never done this before, have you?" I murmur against her mouth.

She tenses, but I already know .

I already felt it. The hesitancy, the way she second-guesses every move before making it, the way she reacts like this is unfamiliar territory.

Her fingers twitch against my chest, and for a second, I think she’ll deny it. But then she mutters, "None of your business."

I grin, dragging my lips along her jaw. "It is now."

My hands feel her breasts and travel lower as my mouth explores her collarbone.

"Tell me to stop," I murmur against her throat. "And I will."

She doesn’t say shit.

Instead, she arches back further, as if inviting my mouth to continue its exploration. Fuck.

"That’s what I thought," I growl, grabbing the tie at her waist and yanking it loose. The thin fabric of her dress parts under my hands, slipping from her shoulders and pooling to the ground like it wants to be ruined.

She’s breathing hard now, her hands moving on instinct—one sliding up my arm, the other curling into my hair.

"Relax, Lamb," I murmur, dragging my hands over her lacy bra as I unhook it gently. I'm trying to feel her and memorize every bit of this feeling. "You have no idea how good I can make this for you."

Her breath shudders out of her. "Cocky much?"

I chuckle, my hands skimming lower. "You’ll see."

And then I show her. I kiss her more fiercely and let my tongue explore her mouth as my hand begins to wander all over her thighs. She shudders as I touch her entrance. God, she's wet, and my cock can't hold it back much longer.

But I want to make this good for her, make it unforgettable in more ways than one.

She looks apprehensive when I attempt to take off her panties. I look into her eyes, silently asking if she wants to end this. She shakes her head, the need overwhelming her so much that she doesn't care about mouthing any protest.

Once her panties are on the floor, I push two fingers into her entrance. She's tight, making it obvious that it's her first time, and the muffled moan leaving her mouth manifests the delicious surprise she feels.

Damn, I don't think she's used any toys before, either.

For someone completely new to the heat in the pit of her stomach and the tingling pleasure of orgasms, she does a pretty good job of maintaining her composure, allowing her lips to trace a path down my jawline.

Slowly but steadily, I circle her clit, the force of a major realization dawning on me—I've only been thinking about how this will be her first time, but I have to also consider that I'm her first, not Alex. I've got to make this worth her while, worth our while. I've been with many women, but I don't think I was anyone's first. So this is new for me too.

"Fuck, Malakai... keep... doing... it," Raven lets out in between gasps of pleasure. Her body is reacting exactly the way I want it to. I curl my finger inside her, searching for the right spot, and I decide from her moans that I'm getting closer. When I finally reach it, she moans even louder.

"M... Mala... kai," she says as spasms of pleasure rocks her body. She comes undone, and even though I haven't climaxed and my dick is still tucked inside my underwear, I feel something I haven't experienced before—the unmatched ecstasy of pleasuring someone who didn't know what an orgasm can feel like.

I let her go and we both collapse to the ground, breathing heavily, still dizzy from the excitement. After some time, which I guess is a couple of minutes, she looks away from me. I, Malakai Vega, never care about feelings and emotions, but for some reason, in this moment, I want Raven to be happy.

Yes, she probably felt the world fade away when her body shivered with her orgasm, but how does she feel now that it's over? I'm worried. And it's unusual.

"So..." she begins.

"Raven?"

"I want to do it again." Well, that's unexpected. "But not like this. I want to feel you inside me."

"Are you sure about that?"

For all my controlling nature, I don't want to dictate what happens in this situation. I want her to have that option. Sometimes, giving someone else an option is also a matter of maintaining control.

She nods. Then slowly, she closes whatever little gap there was between us and begins to undo my toga. Good—this thing needs to be gone.

I like that she's eager to find out what Malakai Vega is all about. I haven't worked myself near to death in the gym for this body for nothing.

With a little help from me, she gets me out of the objectionable black fabric. Then she begins to feel my muscles, my abs, lower... like she's discovering a new landscape. And I'm sure she's enjoying it.

"Like it?" I taunt. She places one finger on my lips as her other hand lands on my dick, savoring it through the fabric of my underwear before removing the damn thing and holding it tighter.

I'm hard as a rock or something even harder, and there's precum on Raven's hands, but she doesn't hesitate. She keeps feeling my cock, letting out slow moans.

"I want you, all of you," she says, and that's all the invitation I need. I slip on a condom that I brought along with me because, obviously, I expected this to happen. Then with a suddenness that surprises me more than it does her, I turn her over, pinning myself over her as I prepare to enter her.

Before I do it, though, I take a look at her expression and hold it back for a second. She looks slightly confused and a lot more afraid. Maybe she's not sure if her body can take my length... how long it would take, if it would hurt, and if it did, how much would it hurt.

I don't have to ask her my question out loud, because my face does it for me. She shakes her head like the first time, signaling that she wants me in her even though she is scared.

Slowly, I push my length into her and kiss her lips, my hand holding her face to keep her distracted from the pain she might feel. Then I thrust into her gradually, increasing my pace ever so slightly. She is still tight, though she is opening up little by little.

"Raven, you're doing good," I say, thrusting into her with more force. Fuck. I'm dying to climax, to come all over her, but her tightness is unrelenting. I keep pushing, keep thrusting, until suddenly... she begins to cry.

Stunned by the reaction, I pull away instantly. It probably shows I haven't been someone's first. What the fuck did I do wrong? I might be a dick, but I for sure don't want to hurt her.

Kissing her gently, I ask, "What's wrong?"

She sobs. "I... I don't know why it's not working."

"Lamb, it's your first time. Your body is new to this. It's learning, but it's shy. It will let up with time. But we can stop if you want to."

"No." Her voice is firmer than mine when I deny substances to guys in the Pantheon. She wants this. Almost desperately.

I don't oppose her desire. It's uncertain, tentative, like a flame waiting to become a wildfire. As I enter her again, her body is more welcoming. She has eased into the rhythm—into the thrusts, into my dick.

I lower my mouth to her throat, dragging my teeth along her pulse point, and murmur, "Good girl."

Fuck , that's the moment that breaks me, and what's better, it breaks her too. We come together, bodies trembling in sync as we reach out high and slowly come down from it.

I lean in again, brushing my lips against hers, just enough to remind her who did this to her .

"That," I murmur against her mouth, "is what it feels like to be mine."

Her eyes flutter open, dark, unfocused. For a second, she just stares at me, like she’s trying to make sense of what just happened.

Then, quietly, she whispers, " Shit. "

I grin. "Yeah. Welcome to the dark side, Lamb."