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LIVIA

“You’re so fucking annoying,” I whisper-yelled at Caelan the next morning.

We had shared that stupid bed all night with his body pressed up against mine, his breath on my neck, his cock on my ass. And then he had to make some stupid, smart-ass comment about how this was all my fault.

And he wasn’t talking about how turned on he was in the morning because of me.

No, he just had to bring up the games. Again.

“ I’m annoying?” he asked, pants hanging low enough on his hips for me to see his carved v-line. “I’m the one that’s annoying? Every single fucking day you do something that I tell you not to do. You?—”

I poked him hard in the chest. “You should be happy that I defeated Elijah without ever shifting into my wolf. It shouldn’t matter if I can or not. Me using only my fighting abilities has made our pack look strong.”

He growled. “It’s made you look weak.”

“It has not.”

“It’s made our pack look weak.”

“It has not!”

He snatched my chin in his large hand. “And I’m going to punish you for it.”

Warmth suddenly exploded through me, yet I wasn’t submitting that easily. “Oh yeah? And how are you gonna do that?”

“Don’t fucking test me,” he said, jaw twitching.

“I don’t think you have it in you.” I crossed my arms. “What if my dad finds out?”

“I don’t give a fuck if he does or not.” His eyes glowed. “You deserve to be punished.”

“You’re not going to do shi–” I started.

But before I could finish my sentence, he snapped his hand around my neck and pinned me to the wall, his body flush against mine, his hard cock on my stomach, and his canines lengthening. “Oh, I’m not gonna do shit?”

“No,” I said between gritted teeth, the air quickly leaving my body. I glared up at him through my lashes. “You’re not going to do?—”

Suddenly, I was on my knees, staring up at him again, but this time from farther down. With one hand laced in my hair, he undid the button on his pants with his other, yanking them off and pulling out his hard, thick cock.

I sucked in a breath and glared up at him, refusing. I knew what he wanted, and I wasn’t going to give it to him. Fuck no. If he wanted to punish me, then I could punish his ass right back.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded, using his alpha tone.

But I pressed my lips together. I wasn’t going to give it to him. I couldn’t give it to him.

“Open your fucking mouth or I’ll do it for you.”

When I didn’t respond, he squeezed my nose closed. I glared up at him, warmth flooding across my cheeks. If I didn’t open soon, I’d pass out. And my body wouldn’t let that happen. I’d be forced to open my mouth, and I didn’t want to.

No, actually. I wanted to, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much. Because if he wanted to go around flirting with other girls, then I’d show him what he was missing. But not before he forced me to.

“You’re going to open up for me, or I’m going to make you. There’s no fucking getting out of this, Livia.” He harshly drew his thumb across my lips, his eyes glowing. “I fucking own you. You’re mine.”

“Says the guy who planned to find himself another mate at the wedding–”

As the last words left my mouth, he shoved his fat cock between my lips, stuffing me full. My eyes widened, tears pricking at the corners of them, and I stared up at him, knowing that I had made a mistake.

He hadn’t forced me to do anything. My bratty ass couldn’t keep my mouth shut.

And he fucking knew I wouldn’t be able to. He knew I’d give in.

Lycos, I fucking hate him for that.

“Good fucking girl, for once.”

“Fuck you,” I growled up at him, my words muffled.

“That’s it, little mate. Gargle on that cock.” He shoved more and more of himself down inside me, filling my throat until my lips met the base. “This is your fucking punishment. You deserve it.”

I swallowed around him, over and over and over, trying to get air. But he didn’t pull out. No, he fucking shoved himself as deep as he could go and wrapped his hand around the front of my throat. One hand on my throat, the other laced in my hair on top of my head, he pulled me closer, somehow.

Warmth exploded through my pussy. I dug my nails into his thighs, trying to push him away, but he didn’t move. The tears almost spilled down my cheeks now as I glared up at him, cursing as much as I could, but it all came out in a garbled mess.

Spit dripped down my chin and onto my tits.

“You wanna fucking talk to another guy? This is what you fucking get,” Caelan snarled, pounding into my throat. “I don’t give a fuck that you were in that fight yesterday. This punishment is for flirting with him.”

The jealousy poured out of him, and fuck, it was so hot.

So that’s what he was really pissed about. The fighting might’ve been part of it, and that’s what he’d tell everyone else too, but he was furious that I’d flirted with Elijah in front of him. He was furious that he’d had to watch, to hear, to feel how turned on he had made me.

For him to actually sound like he actually gave a fuck about me for once.

I knew that we would never amount to anything. He’d never claim me publicly as his own, he’d never mark me. But at least this was something. As little as it was, it satisfied something inside me.

Was it my wolf? I would never know because I had never seen her—barely ever felt her. But it was something. Lycos, it was fucking something feral.

He pumped my head back and forth on his huge cock, forcing me to take it over and over and over again. Strands of spit drifted from his shaft to my lips, and then even more down to my tits, covering me, drenching me.

I wrapped my arms around the backs of his legs.

He wanted this to be a punishment, and I was going to show him that it wasn’t.

This was what I fucking craved. And if he wanted it to be a punishment, he would have to do something worse, like force me to take him and not let me come. Over and over and over and over again.

My pussy was so fucking soaked, clenching hard around nothing. I bobbed my head back and forth, and back and forth, all the way from the tip of his cock to the base, and stared up at him, the tears falling down my cheeks now, but I didn’t fucking stop.

I choked on it. I gagged on it. But I kept on it, over and over and over.

Gags and spit and gargle left my mouth. He clenched his jaw, everything in him tensing. His canine teeth extended far past his lips, and all I wanted to do was have them deep inside my neck, claiming me.

So I continued. Harder, faster, deeper.

He couldn’t fucking take it. No, he would break soon.

I would break him. Not another girl. Me.

I took every single inch of his dick deep in my throat and stilled, my lips pressed against his base. My eyes fixed on his. Then I wrapped my hand around my throat and traced his dick inside of it. Back and forth, up and down, staring up at him, tears racing down my cheeks.

I stroked him—once, twice—and then his cum shot down the back of my throat.

I coughed and gagged on it and continued.

Sucking and sucking and sucking and fucking sucking it out of him.

His hips twitched, but I had my arms wrapped tightly around the backs of his legs, so he wasn’t going anywhere. I was going to take him. Until he forced me back.

He wanted to get pissed that I was with another guy when he was with another girl?

Fuck that. He thought he had all the control, but I did. I always did.

When he finally pulled away, I swallowed every last drop of him. His cock smacked against his thigh with a thud, still half hard. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and stood up.

“You don’t own me, Alpha . I own you.” I grabbed my clothes and headed straight for the door, heat beginning to flood through my body. “I have since the moment we met.”