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COC Chapter 14 Update
Starting on Chapter 14 today (finally). The long awaited fight is coming this chapter!
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"Bound to lose, hm?" He hums. "You almost make it seem as if you do not relish it when I chase after you. Don't be coy. I know you better than you know yourself."
He vaguely detects her scent changing, but he pays no heed to that. The air is too heavy and dense with the smell of her desire permeating it.
"You love being hunted, little whore. And you want me to catch you. Tell me why you want me to catch you, slut. I want to hear it from those lips of yours," he releases her wrist only to grab her chin and yank it to the side so she can watch his irises dip from her irises to her mouth, "before I fuck it from these." His fingers that he has entrenched in the cavern of her pussy curl inward, her eyes rolling back at the sensation.
He croons tauntingly, "Gods, you are so predictable, omega."
She gasps at the sensation before answering almost immediately, pushing away the need for more, not wanting to anger him any further.
"I.. because I.. I like the chase."
She admits in a whisper, face shaded red as she looks away, down at the ground for she fears she might melt under that stare of his.
"I like seeing you work for it.. I like seeing you take what's yours, alpha."
“Yes,” he drives his fingers up into her, “there it is.” Those digits of his begin to curl opposite directions as he massages her walls, “that’s a good girl. I knew you could be honest with yourself, she-wolf.”
His fingers move slow, as if molasses were poured over them. She wants more, but she knows asking will risk him stopping completely.
She doesn’t want that.
So, she tries again, “I like knowing you are pursuing me. It makes me feel wanted. If I give you my body,” she sticks her ass out, the hard line of his cock pressing against her asscheeks, “ all the time, I fear you may tire of the monotony of getting everything you want. I like…being your prey. I know when you catch me, ah- “she whines when his fingers pick up their pace inside her, the obscene sounds her pussy makes encouraging her on in tandem with his digits, “you’ll make me feel good.”
“I know, my pretty little whore,” he coos tauntingly. “As I said, I know you better than you know yourself. You like the adventure of a challenge,” his fingers start scissoring inside her as his mouth meets her nape and he inhales her delicious aroma, “even when that challenge is making this tight ass pussy come for me.”
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But gods, the sight before him was fucking delicious.
On her knees between his legs, she’s got one hand on each of his thighs to steady herself as she sits up, her back straightened so he has a perfect view of those perky, round tits that sway when he strikes that reddened ass of hers hard. Her front is decorated entirely in blues, purples, and browns in mottled spots all over her neck, shoulders, and breasts. She pants for him, her now empty mouth ajar to let air pass between them while hooded eyes hazy with lust gaze up at him.
“Gods, you look so pathetic, female,” he chides, slapping the other asscheek so roughly that she cries out. “So pathetically sexy. Do you have any idea how breedable you look right now?”
She shakes her head, and the hand he’s left on her bruised asscheek opens so he can grab it forcibly.
The action is all the warning she needs as she whispers a quiet,
“No, alpha.”
Playing coy, was she ? Two could play at that game.
He rolls his tongue along his cheek. “No? Well, let me tell you something. You look prettier on your knees for me than you ever did in my fantasies.” He kneads into the sore flesh of her ass while he tugs up on his cock. “I just want to fuck you so hard, omega. Want to put my pups in you so you have no choice but to submit to me when your body changes and needs its mate to take care of it.” He squeezes hard into her asscheek, his hand hastening its speed along his length. “Those pretty tits of yours will get so sore from the milk you’ll make for my pups, and you’ll fucking beg me to suck on them. To make the ache stop. And do you want to know something else?”
He turns his head so his lips pass hers, his mouth dangling near the side of her jaw as he mutters, “I hear you omegas talk. And when you’re pregnant with my children, female, you’ll want me to ravage that hole of yours,” he drags his tongue up along the edge of her jaw, “all…the…time.”
His words have her mewling desperately, her cheeks turning red from his words as her pussy clenches around nothing, her slick running down her thighs hopelessly now.
She knows that what he's saying is true.
She's heard the omegas speak of how torturous it is to have to go through the rise and fall of their already heightened hormones when their mates refuse to be anything but careful and absolutely gentle with them despite their begging.
And given her record, there's no way she'd be able to take it.
She's already a pit of raging horniness when around him.
She gets turned by the simplest of things he does, and she knows that he knows about it.
She can't help the way those butterflies go wild and crazed in her tummy during moments like.. like when he would lean against the doorfracme, his built arms crossed in front of his chest, simply watching her with those hooded eyes of his as she'd get ready for the day.
Her mind simply reels when she thinks back those little memories of how her heart would fucking pound in her chest when he'd corner her against the bookshelf, reaching out for a book she'd struggled to get down herself, effortlessly swiping it off the rack only to lean down, catching her stare for a quick moment, smirking to himself when she'd quickly look away, clearing her throat as if he couldn't hear the wild beating of her heart.
These were only a few of the numerous examples of when he'd have her literally drooling for him.
And fuck.. she can't imagine how much more she'd have to take if he were to get her pregnant with his pups. The thought sends her wolf into a frenzy, and she knows he can no doubt hear her thoughts.
The way the color of his irises oscillates between the bright gold specks and harsh cold icicles tells her that it's not just her wolf that's stirring about now. The thought has her back freezing over, her gaze caught in his hopelessly.
She wouldn't be able to take it. No way would she be able to keep her hands to herself if she were to let herself be swept up in the hormones. Nor does she think he'd be able to either.
There’s no doubt in his mind that he’d only become more protective and possessive over her when her breeding time came. Males of their kind, by their nature, were prone to such behavior when they either newly mated or had impregnated their mates.
He could hardly leave her side as it was. Being away from her felt…wrong. It felt like something was missing when he was by his lonesome. Like a dark night without the moon to give light to his way. When her time came, he would be on her like a shadow.
He saw the way she looked at him when she thought he wasn’t looking. He heard all the whisperings of hers that she’d keep under her breath when she went on her little outings with Seokjin, Niva, or any other female she chose to spend her days with.
Her nights were reserved solely for him. But when she was with other omegas, she was never quiet where it came to questions that would inevitably be asked about him. And his omega was always ready to speak of him.
He had found, from tailing her on a few of those outings out of concern for her safety, that she enjoyed it when he did little things to demonstrate his virility. From leaning against the doorframe to coming up behind her and getting a book that had been too high for her to reach, she just loved it when he showed his vigor.
Perhaps he was guilty of not wearing a shirt when it got too hot, but she never complained. And she never would. He knew she salivated at the view of him. It was why he did it in the first place.
Perhaps he was a little too loud with his grunts when he had the axe in both hands and split wood with it in the front of their den or worked out in the backyard, but she hadn’t ever seemed to mind. On the contrary, he could smell how much she didn’t mind when he returned to the den and she all but jumped him.
Even when that beautiful creature of his wasn’t jumping him, she lived in his head every second of the day.
From the moment he woke up, she was on his mind. Every morning, she lay tucked under his arm, her pretty lips just inches from his neck or chest depending on where she’d rolled from the nights activities. She woke him with featherlight kisses and sweet affirmations, her bed head so fucking cute in how it was always tousled.
It made him want to ruin it more.
More than that, when she’d finally managed to be released from his arms, she always got timid and shy when he’d stare at her divine body. She often tried to pull a sheet around herself with cheeks red as a cherry as if he hadn’t fucked her senseless the night before. As if he hadn’t seen and run his fingers and tongue everywhere she would let him.
It always took her awhile to get ready with all the distractions he threw her way, but she always managed to make his mouth water when she let him watch her dress. Sometimes those clothes would make it to the door. Sometimes they wouldn’t.
Her hairstyles that she worked so hard to do would always get disheveled. And gods, why was it so hot that she looked like a fucking piece of art when her hair was mused and messy?
It was entirely her fault for being too fucking irresistible, really.
When those little pups in the schoolhouse that she taught would ask her questions and she answered without any hesitation, passion shining in those pretty eyes when it concerned history or language of the pack, his heart twinged at the sight. Not only was her intelligence attractive, but the gentle, kind way she would share that knowledge to the little ones was so maternal, so motherly that he found himself thanking the gods for giving him such a nurturing, sentimental creature.
When the sun had begun to fall and she was the last in the schoolhouse, he came to her to escort her home. She always tried to deny her tiredness, but one knowing look from him was enough to silence it. Her pouts were so fucking cute when she hopped into his arms or climbed on his back.
Sometimes she wanted to make a quick stop at the archives and wanted to select a book to bring home with her. He obliged her always, for he found her desire to read and educate herself alluring. Sometimes he’d play around with her by sitting with his legs a little too spread apart, his hands hooked behind his head so she had plenty to stare at when she looked to him to ask his opinion on which book sounded better. With her head popping out behind a bookcase and a lantern swinging in one hand, she was adorable.
When he’d bring her home and she let him watch her change, that dusty pink on her cheeks would creep back. And when she knew he was staring at her while she made supper, she’d innocently bend over just enough to make him wonder what she had on underneath those skirts of hers.
When that happened, his appetite was limited to one thing: her.
When she was ready, he couldn’t wait to give her the family they’d spoken of having one day.
He didn’t want to make love to her because he wanted pups. He wanted pups because he loved her so much that he wanted to have a family with her.
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“Please…”
The word is so wanton, so breathy, that even he slows stroking his cock.
He hadn’t heard her that desperate since…
Suddenly, he works his hand fast around his cock, the slicked sounds making her sex sob.
He growls low, his eyes scintillating. “Desperate, are you? Good. You’re just as wet for me as you were that night that I almost gave you some fucking pups.”
Oh my.. that night.
She'd pleaded for him to listen.. begged for him to fucking breed her.
Oh, how fucking beautiful she would have been had he done so..
But, he refused.
He said she'd have to show him that she can be obedient, and that night, it didn't strike her as to why he was saying that.
She didn't even stop to think for a moment that he'd found out about the toys.
She'd hid them well. Perfectly. There's no way he- the alpha of the fucking pack- her alpha could have found out.
How foolish she'd been to hide them..
How foolish she'd been to fucking buy them in the first place.
What was she thinking?
How foolish, indeed.
Her thoughts have him chuckling darkly, the sound carrying a threat as it clings to her like a shadow.
“There is nothing that you can hide from me.” His fingers close unforgivingly around her throat as he pushes his tongue against his cheek. “Your desires, your ambitions, your thoughts, and even your body-“ his irises dip from hers to settle on the way her tits move in and out with each panted breath of hers before they trail back up to her eyes, “they belong to me.”
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Her thoughts flow freer than a river through their bond, her voice sinking in remorse the longer that she speaks.
Once, he would have forgiven her.
But the err of that choice had led her down the wrong path.
He needed to correct it.
He had to.
Without moving from his place on the lounge, he clucks his tongue in distaste.
“You should know better by now that I will not leave you to your own devices in punishment. That’s too easy.” He angles his head to the side, his sight fixing on her. “You’ll show me you’re sorry another way, female.”
The realisation that he wouldn't budge, no matter what.. it sinks in, slow and steady.
He isn't thinking of her mistake as a little mistake- not anymore.
She was conscious, and very much in the right frame of mind to make an informed decision when she continually went against his words. She had all the opportunity to make the right fucking decision and listen-
But, she didn't.
She disobeyed, humiliated and fucking ripped away that last shred of mercy, patience and understanding he had in him.
She'd have to deal with it now.
Her lips quiver at the thought, and before she can get another apology out of her mouth, a low, loud growl leaves him as his now free hand holds her neck in a tight grip, leashing her thoughts in for a moment, a small whimper making its way out of her throat.
His other that is in her mouth pushes against the roof of her mouth, and that elicits a muffled cry from her, her eyes pleading for mercy.
Mercy that she would not receive.
Mercy that she'd refused to let him have.
"A-alpha.." She tries voicing out, calling out for him. But all she gets from him is another fiery glare, the heat of it scalding and burning holes into her already waning confidence.
"I-" he doesn't let her speak.
She didn't use her speech for the right purposes earlier. Now, she didn't deserve to.
Especially not if it was to dish out another one of her pathetic apologies.
She hears his thoughts. Loud and clear.
He seems to notice, because, he sends her yet another blank stare before his fingers push up against her palate, gagging her as her eyes go wide.
Loud and pitiful whimpers escape her form as she squirms about in his tight hold, tears welling up in her eyes as her much smaller hands try to wrap his own in all the strength she could muster up (It isn't much.), her eyes begging for forgiveness.
The glassiness of those pretty orbs of hers would normally tug on his heartstrings, but right now, he tunes that out.
It’s easy to when he’s as strung up as he is with her disobedience and misbehavior.
“The only thing that should be coming out of your mouth is yes sir. I will not hear any other pathetic excuses for your actions.” He leans forward, his fingers leaving a bruising, punishing grip around her throat. “If you can’t listen to me, I’ll make sure to rectify that immediately.”
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When she scrabbles in her speech and scrambles ever closer between his legs, he laughs so darkly even the shadows lose their way around him.
“If you understand, then take your fucking punishment and stop whining about it.” His hand hastens along his shaft, the wet sound of it making her cunt throb and her mouth water as she stares.
“You will not have earned my forgiveness until you feel exactly I did.” He squeezes, his hand twisting up before it descends down his member, “And when I make myself come, the only thing you will be doing, Pack Omega Lily, is licking it up off my stomach and cock.”
With his eyes closed, he can’t see the disappointed pout on her face.
But then, he doesn’t need to have them open to know that’s what she’s doing.
He’s been around her long enough- has watched her long enough- that the smallest of her habits he now has memorized as if some sacred secret that could never be forgotten.
Which is why when the hand he has grabbing her chin lifts just so that he can push his thumb past her parted lips, he orders, “Suck on that like you’ll suck my cock when I’m finished.”
“As you…as you wish, Pack Alpha Jungkook.” She answers obediently. She knew that when he used that title, there was no room for disobedience. None who used it when addressing him ever did. It was a title of respect.
More than that, it was a title of power. No other title was coveted and revered like that of this one that was reserved only for the leader of the alphas. And likewise for her title, the overseeing and presiding leading omega.
Warmth envelops his digit as she obeys without pause. And the moment she hallows her lips around him, her tongue swirling around his thumb, he tugs on his length once, twice, and then he’s coming with a loud, drawn out groan.
His essence spurts from his tip like some erotic fruit, and gods, she wants to taste.
He knows it.
Of course he does as hot beads of his juices land all over his belly.
Still, he keeps his head back and his eyes closed as he works himself through his end.
She licks her lips as she ogles the way the creamy release coats his toned stomach while she leans forward, her body moving entirely on its own as she watches his cum slide between his defined abs.
He hears that.
And he’s not done with her yet. She still has much to atone for.
“Don’t you fucking dare put your mouth on me until I tell you that you can, whore.” He rasps.
The sight of his throbbing cock tells her that he's close, and her hands twitch, the urge to push his hands off and let her take care of the rest eating away at her.
No.. this.. this wasn't.. this isn't fair!!
"A-alpha!" she wants to shout out, but, she's far too tired to do anything more than whisper. He doesn't pay attention to her.
He knew exactly what he was doing. And fuck.. he was doing it well.
"a-Aalpha.. alpha! N-no! Alpha! P-please!" She pleads him.
This wasn't fair.. this wasn't fair at all!
Just when she's about to shout out once more, he pushes the two fingers he has in her mouth inside roughly, gagging her for just a moment, tears springing to her eyes in the process, leaving her a whining mess on the floor.
A loud whimper leaves her at the sight of his upcoming peak, and before she can even think about it, she leans forward, just about ready to lick it all of, wanting nothing more than to taste her alpha, and to earn his praise.
He- he can't just do this!
He.. he wouldn't go through with it, right? He'd let her do this.. he wouldn't be so mean.
He'd show her some mercy.. right?..
While her eagerness did send shivers down his spine, it also stirred about the snuffed out ire once more.
“Don’t you fucking dare put your mouth on me until I tell you that you can, whore.” He rasps.
Before she can respond, however, she sees him tip his head back, his shoulders slinking back in the arm chair in a relaxed manner as he moans her name over and over, louder than ever.
No...
Her chest heaves up and down, almost furiously.
He really did go through with it. Fuck.. He'd just given himself the pleasure she was supposed to, and now.. she can't do it again.
No..
No!
This.. this is not fair.!
Before she knows it, frustration and sorrow seep through her all at once as they bubble up to the surface, escaping her in the form of a low, almost feeble growl.
"Y-you're... y-you're being mean, alpha!" she growls out brattily, the sound of it rupturing the silence in the air.
His eyes fly open to gaze at her with a lazy smirk, his forehead gleaming with sweat, an eyebrow raised, his head tilted to the side in an almost predatory stance, as if enjoying how frustrated she seems to have gotten.
The sight of it has arousal and frustration swimming through her all at once.
"Y-you can't just do this!" Her lips tremble as she stares him in the eye, and she can't help but want to cry at how he simply arches an eyebrow at her, barely acknowledging her.
However, tears don't make their way down her face. She's far too angry, frustrated and utterly shocked to cry.
That in itself riles her up even more.
He couldn't just do this!
No!
Her hands ball up into tiny fists as she weakly pushes against his chest while she throws a tiny tantrum on the carpeted floor below him.
He doesn't seem to appreciate it, but, she doesn't seem to notice.
A low growl leaves him in warning, but, she pays no heed to it.
"N-not fair, alpha!" she cries out, a quiet shriek leaving her frustrated form, pushing against his chest once more, but to no avail. He was far too strong for her to be able to move with a mere flick of her wrist.. "T-this is not f-fair!.. not fair, alpha.. y-you're.. no!.. " she rambles with shrieks and a frustrated pout as she glares up at him. "not fair!"
What had been a flare of amusement in his eye had soon become a storm as anger takes him over. The more she whines out, the more palpable that emotion becomes as those eyes of his become dark and clouded by fury's pitch.
"Not fair?" The vocables are heavy and pelt her more than any rain could. "You dare say that this was unfair, whore? After everything you have done to me?" He jams another finger between her lips, his soiled hand releasing itself from his cock to wrap around her throat unforgivingly. "You do not get to say that to me after all of that." He closes his hand tight around her neck. "You did not deserve to pleasure me. And you know, I was going to consider letting you taste me, but after this display?" He lifts his lips to bare his teeth, "I think not."
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Her voice fractures under the pressure he stares heavily down on her with.
She’d had to pull what few words she could from the depths of her base being.
Momentarily, his expression softens at her desperation. At the way she blinks innocently up at him despite her promiscuous position between his legs.
Had she been this willing before, he may have considered it. But she had been too late. And this was not the first time she’d said those words.
Her question brings with it the memory of her only fifteen moons ago. She’d been sat astride him, her cunt completely filled with his cock while she’d rocked back and forth with her head back while he’d laid, with his hands behind his head, and simply watched her take her pleasure from him while she pled for the very same thing.
In the same tone.
With the same indecent hooded look in her eyes.
So, he works himself faster in his hand, his irises darkening as the shadows threaten to take them over yet again.
“If you wanted to have me that badly, you wouldn’t have any fucking need to take yourself with your own fingers.” He lets his head fall back again, his eyes closing as he moans and imagines it is her mouth that is wrapped around him. “You wouldn’t have gotten those insipid little toys.” He spits the word like it is poison. “You wouldn’t have acted like a little fucking bitch in front of all my alphas.”
She nods her head, agreeing, timid in her actions, mindful of her tone and words.
"Y-yes, alpha.."
All she wants now is to please him.
To earn his forgiveness.
While that is the case,.. she can't help but feel flustered by the low growl that leaves him however, and the way he stares down at her in the sexiest way possible makes her face turning red and warm.
She shuffles back on her knees, intimidated by his stare, her eyes nervously flitting between his impressively sized cock and his deep set eyes, lust pooling in the heat of her loins in the process.
He tugs at his cock a bit harder this one particular time, and it earns a small whimper from her, and an equally hot moan from him, loud and clear to get her to understand just what it was that she was missing out on.
He knew exactly how much she wanted to be the one bringing him to that close finish which is no doubt a few seconds away.
But he's not going to give it to her.
Not this time.
Not after she'd done the exact same thing to him.
She'd have to learn how it felt to be in the position she'd put him in. And if that means providing no mercy, he was fine with it for now.
He'd let her disobedience get this far.
It was time he'd brought a stop to it.
“Please…”
The word is so wanton, so breathy, that even he slows stroking his cock.
He hadn’t heard her that desperate since…
Suddenly, he works his hand fast around his cock, the slicked sounds making her sex sob.
He growls low, his eyes scintillating. “Desperate, are you? Good. You’re just as wet for me as you were that night that I almost gave you some fucking pups.”
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Not for the first time, her words have been drawn out of her. Like a spile has been attached to her, they flow away like water and no matter how many times she tries to force them back in, they continue to leave her empty of vocables.
His thoughts are there to fill her head, though. And based on them, she’d failed him many times over. Over and over, he had forgiven her. Had forsaken his own bruised pride just to satisfy her because he loved her so. It hadn’t been that he had simply let go of that or forgotten as she once thought he had.
How had she been so blind? So deaf to his warnings and teachings?
All those nights she’d spent underneath him while he’d. been mounted and thrusting his cock between her soddened folds with curses and possessed orders ghosting his lips… it had all been ultimately for her own pleasure.
All those stolen moments in the forest, the Elder’s Den, the Dining Hall, the Archives, the Forge, and even the Schoolhouse… he’d always caved to her pleas. Always. No matter how much a brat she’d been.
This male that could make her bend to his will with one single word.
This male that made the room fall silent when he walked in.
This male that commanded the whole of the alphas in the pack and took disobedience from none.
Somewhere down the line, the mundaneness of being obedient had become… tedious.
Lackluster.
Boring.
She had never been one who had liked monotony. It become tiresome and grey.
Perhaps that’s why she’d done it all along.
She’d simply wanted something different. She’d wanted to see what happened when she pushed him far enough that there was no more restraint. There was no more pained grunts of his control threatening to slip.
She didn’t entirely remember what happened the night she’d accidentally drank the aphrodisiac that had tasted exactly like he smelled. Black vanilla, aged pears, and blooming gardenia.
Only fragments of that night remained in her mind now. But in them, he’d been everything the innermost part of her- the part that would never actually tell him what she was too shy to admit- had wanted.
He’d put the mark of his teeth and hand everywhere. He’d made her legs go wonderfully numb and her neck, chest, stomach and thighs purple, red, and brown in the rough, hard claiming she’d begged for like a fucking prayer.
It had started against the wall, on his thigh, in the hallway right next to the front door. It had ended with her on her hands and knees on their bed as he’d fucked her from behind, the sheets torn to fucking pieces around her while she’d drooled pathetically- albeit wantonly-into them with his hand around her throat.
How she had not gotten pregnant that night, she had no idea.
The male before her does, though.
She’d pled for him that night to give her children. She’d told him she acted the way she did because she wanted him to lose what little control he had and give her a family so that he’d be hers forever.
And what had he done?
He’d almost given that to her, too.
But the memories of her disobedience had been rampant in his mind when he’d taken his cock between her lips that night to silence the begging, her lust-filled eyes ever so often drifting to the box in the closet that she’d distracted him from.
Of course, while she’d been distracted in that, he’d been lost in her.
Perhaps she’d known that all along. Perhaps she hadn’t.
But one thing was certain:
She fucking ate it up when he became feral.
Oh god, how she'd begged for him to put a child in her, desperate from her place under him as she'd writhed in the pleasure he had given her.
She remembers the way her eyes had rolled to the back of her head in utter pleasure when he'd let his cock slip past her lips, allowing her to pleasure him just like he liked.
Because, while she did enjoy the kick she'd get out of being a brat, she liked seeing pride light up on his face because of her even more.
Just as much she loved it when he'd rail her into the fucking bed in his chamber, she loved the aftercare just as much, the way his hands would softly brush through her hair sending the butterflies in her tummy roaring, the warmth of his body radiating and protecting her like a cozy furnace.
Yes, she does love it when he corners her against the wall with that handsome smirk on his face as he looks down at her by virtue of his much taller stature, and much stronger build. It is fucking hot.
But, she loves it just as much when he'd carry her around with that beautiful smile on his face with soft, loving words hushed into her ear, taking care of her like how she'd always dreamt of.. she loved all of this just as much.
She's always been an almost.. unnecessarily sensitive person. She'd been told so by many. The smallest of the gestures that could be counted as kind and affectionate make her tear up rapidly.
Not once in her life had she expected to find such a giving and loving mate.
And not once did she think she'd be the one to cause a drift in such a perfect, god sent relationship with the man who'd dedicated his entire fucking life to her.
He'd faced so much all so that he could protect her. He'd been the one to shield her from all bad that had ever dared to threaten her, bearing all her scars as if they were his own. All so that he could continue loving her, asking for nothing in return but her undeviated love and respect.
Her eyes flit away from for his for a moment, her thoughts spiraling away from the moment.
He'd done so much.. oh so much.. all for her.
All for the one that couldn't reciprocate even an ounce of gratitude or affection. All for the one that hides and lies.
But, beneath all of the taunts her omega throws her way, she knows for a fact that she never meant for anyone to get hurt. She.. she never meant to hurt him.
Tears fill her eyes to the brim, but, she quickly blinks them away, fighting hard against the stupid tears that try to push their way to the surface, taking a deep, shaky breath in along the process.
She did the damage.
She didn't earn the fucking right to cry.
"..I.. I'm sorry, a-alpha.." she chokes out, gulping down the lump in her throat.
"I.. I d-didn't.. " she shakes her head. "I didn't mean it,.. I did not mean to hurt you. B-but.. I did."
"I.. I was wrong, sir.. I-." Her words are heavy. Far too heavy to make it out of her in one piece.
"I know I haven't earned your forgiveness yet." she can't help the way she shrinks into herself, shame hanging over her shoulders, weighing her down now. "I.. just want you to know that.. I'm sorry."
She knows he doesn't want another one of her useless apologies.
She knows that.
But.. she can't help it.
She needs him to know that she regrets it.
She needs him to know that she will do anything to get through it.
Even if it means denying her of pleasure that only he can give her.. or denying her his presence altogether- she.. she can take it.
She can take anything as long as it means pleasing him.
She can take anything as long as it means being able to stay with him.
Her thoughts flow freer than a river through their bond, her voice sinking in remorse the longer that she speaks.
Once, he would have forgiven her.
But the err of that choice had led her down the wrong path.
He needed to correct it.
He had to.
Without moving from his place on the lounge, he clucks his tongue in distaste.
“You should know better by now that I will not leave you to your own devices in punishment. That’s too easy.” He angles his head to the side, his sight fixing on her. “You’ll show me you’re sorry another way, female.”
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“Now that,” he leans forward once more, his hand that he has gripping her tilting her chin up so she’s but an inch from him, “is what I like to hear, omega.”
She raises her arms, her hands opening so she can grab at his knees to support her once more. She stops, though, when he lifts a brow in expectation.
With her hands hovering over his knees, she tries, “can I touch you, master?”
He grunts in approval as he continues stroking his cock, and she doesn’t waste any time putting her hands where she needed, but not where she wanted.
“You look so pitiful from down there, you hungry little whore,” the sounds of his ministrations are so wet that she can almost taste them on her tongue as she bites at her lower lip. “You’re thinking about how much you want my cock in your mouth, aren’t you, slut? Gods, how pathetic you must feel to be bare and on your knees for me and all you can do is watch.”
She needs him so fucking bad. All she can think about is the ache between her legs. The need that swelters her core.
Every moment without him inside her is one of torture. He’d never denied her like this before. Never deprived her of him before.
She would do anything now to get him to bury his cock within her silken walls. So desperate is she that she doesn’t even care if it’s in her pussy, her ass, or in her mouth.
However he’ll give it to her, she’ll take it.
In her momentary lapse of control, her wolf takes over.
She assents, “yes, master…I-I feel so helpless. Can I,” she swallows around a dry throat, “can I help you, please? I want to please you, my love.” She opens her legs in invitation, “my alpha.”
“So depraved you have become, my beautiful little cocksleeve,” Jungkook breathes, his irises dipping from her mouth to her tits and then down at the apex between her thighs. “So fucking addicted to getting a knot that you can’t think straight anymore.” His eyes narrow as he continues pumping his length over and over again. “Remember this the next time you want to deny me. Recall this the next time you think it wise to pleasure yourself in front of me when I can fuck you so much better.”
"Yes, alpha!" the words are out of her mouth before she can even bother hesitating.
"Y-yes, alpha.. i- i will remember! I will!" stutters about, praying that he finds it in him to believe her, hoping her desperation and eagerness will please him.
"I.. i will, alpha.. i.. i've.. l-learned my lesson, sir-" she tries, but, he isn't having it. A low snarl leaves him, cutting her off mid-sentence.
"No. You haven't learned." He shakes his head with a clack of his tongue. "Not yet. I will be the one to decide when, slut."
Her breath is stuttered and stuck in her chest for a moment, a small squeak leaving her in a desperate attempt to answer him and placate him as she nods her head eagerly.
"Use your words, omega. I won't tell you again."
"Y-yes, alpha! I- I understand!" she panics, lips trembling into an adorable pout as she scuffles forward to try and push herself closer to him. "I- i haven't learned my lesson yet. N-not until you say so. I.. I d-didn't know that. Thank you for.. for correcting me, sir. "
When she scrabbles in her speech and scrambles ever closer between his legs, he laughs so darkly even the shadows lose their way around him.
“If you understand, then take your fucking punishment and stop whining about it.” His hand hastens along his shaft, the wet sound of it making her cunt throb and her mouth water as she stares. “You will not have earned my forgiveness until you feel exactly I did.” He squeezes, his hand twisting up before it descends down his member, “And when I make myself come, the only thing you will be doing, Pack Omega Lily, is licking it up off my stomach and cock.”
With his eyes closed, he can’t see the disappointed pout on her face.
But then, he doesn’t need to have them open to know that’s what she’s doing.
He’s been around her long enough- has watched her long enough- that the smallest of her habits he now has memorized as if some sacred secret that could never be forgotten.
Which is why when the hand he has grabbing her chin lifts just so that he can push his thumb past her parted lips, he orders, “Suck on that like you’ll suck my cock when I’m finished.”
“As you…as you wish, Pack Alpha Jungkook.” She answers obediently. She knew that when he used that title, there was no room for disobedience. None who used it when addressing him ever did. It was a title of respect.
More than that, it was a title of power. No other title was coveted and revered like that of this one that was reserved only for the leader of the alphas. And likewise for her title, the overseeing and presiding leading omega.
Warmth envelops his digit as she obeys without pause. And the moment she hallows her lips around him, her tongue swirling around his thumb, he tugs on his length once, twice, and then he’s coming with a loud, drawn out groan.
His essence spurts from his tip like some erotic fruit, and gods, she wants to taste.
He knows it.
Of course he does as hot beads of his juices land all over his belly.
Still, he keeps his head back and his eyes closed as he works himself through his end.
She licks her lips as she ogles the way the creamy release coats his toned stomach while she leans forward, her body moving entirely on its own as she watches his cum slide between his defined abs.
He hears that.
And he’s not done with her yet. She still has much to atone for.
“Don’t you fucking dare put your mouth on me until I tell you that you can, whore.” He rasps.
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“You do not know what it is to be good after how much I have defiled you, female.” His hand twists around his base, his irises hailing over in the iciness of his wolf as he jabs, “You’ve forgotten how to be because the innocent girl you once were has been corrupted by delicious sin.” He fingers grip his length tighter as he tugs on it only to grunt, “You have tasted how delicious my love and lust for you are, and now that you have, you will do anything to get my attention so that I’ll give more of them to you.” He curls his fingers around so that they make almost make a ring around his cock as the digits he has around her jaw press in so much that it begins to ache. “Isn’t that right, female?”
She can only paw at his ankles in his response, a pitiful whine releasing itself from her throat.
He shows his teeth in threat, “I do not believe I gave you permission to keep that mouth of yours shut. I like it open.” He confesses, his hand sliding slow down his cock.
The suggestion is very heavy in its implications, and she can’t help herself when she imagines the impressive weight and girth of him when she has him between her lips.
The first time she’d ever taken him into her mouth, she hadn’t any clue how to please him. But he hadn’t cared. No, instead, he’d welcomed and even relished in her ignorance. He’d taken pride in being the first- and being her only.
She remembered well how he had given her instructions, step-by-step, how to suck a male’s cock while he’d groaned and moaned from how eager she’d been to satisfy him.
Even when that massive member had been inches from her face, she had been steadfast in her desire to satisfy him. Even when her jaw had locked into place and she couldn’t move it from how big he’d been as he pushed past her lips, she had only wanted to pleasure him. To watch his expressions shift and hear his beautiful, arousing sounds of satisfaction. All because of her.
Knowing she had been the one to make this male before her-the strongest, most able and apt alpha in dominion over the entire pack- made her hot and heady.
It made power rush to her head and need swell in her loins.
Perhaps that’s how she manages to find some of her vocals and use them.
“Yes, alpha,” she nudges her nose along the inside of his knee, “you’re right. You’re always right. I just can’t help it anymore.” She presses her lips to the place she’d just been rubbing at, “I can’t stop wanting you. However and whenever.”
Her admission has him hastening his strokes along his length, his eyes rolling back when she turns her head so she can kiss along the innermost corner of his knee.
He had once told her, when his mouth had been attached to her sex, that everything felt better with tongue. So, she does.
It’s a timid brush of the pink muscle over his flesh, but the moment it touches him, the fingers he has grasping her jaw tighten. The sensation goes straight to his cock, the picture of her on her knees between his legs too licentious of a sight.
He curses. “Fuck. You are such a devilish little temptress. You know exactly what you’re doing.” When his irises dig into hers, she’s pricked by those silver depths. “But you forget one very important thing. I didn’t tell you that you were allowed to lick me, now did I?”
She can't help the small giggle that slips past her lips, the butterflies in her stomach fluttering about as her pussy clenches around nothing, the scent of the slick coating her thighs inviting him in deliciously, a breathy whine leaving her at the feeling of her denied cunt.
The sound of her mischief has him swooning on the inside, his heart fluttering about like a little schoolgirl, a huge contrast to the intimidating aura that pools around his form.
Fuck.. she really was irresistible.
The light kiss she'd placed on his skin earlier sent tingles down his spine, and just for a moment, the tickle seems to help him tear his gaze away from her, a hint of a smile making its way onto his face.
While the expression is there for one-tenth of a second, she doesn't miss it. And gods, it does wonders to calm her racing heart down. Before she knows it, her eyes are filled to the brim with tears, and she can't help but tear her gaze away from his for a moment, relief flooding her body like never before.
She wants to see that again... she wants to make him proud. She wants to see him happy. Satisfied.
All because of her.
A small sniffle is all it takes for her to push those tears away, a newfound determination surfacing.
"C-can I, sir?" she asks, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. "..let me.. let me please you, s-sir. I.. I'll do anything, alpha. Anything.. just.. let me make it up to you."
Her voice fractures under the pressure he stares heavily down on her with.
She’d had to pull what few words she could from the depths of her base being.
Momentarily, his expression softens at her desperation. At the way she blinks innocently up at him despite her promiscuous position between his legs.
Had she been this willing before, he may have considered it. But she had been too late. And this was not the first time she’d said those words.
Her question brings with it the memory of her only fifteen moons ago. She’d been sat astride him, her cunt completely filled with his cock while she’d rocked back and forth with her head back while he’d laid, with his hands behind his head, and simply watched her take her pleasure from him while she pled for the very same thing.
In the same tone.
With the same indecent hooded look in her eyes.
So, he works himself faster in his hand, his irises darkening as the shadows threaten to take them over yet again.
“If you wanted to have me that badly, you wouldn’t have any fucking need to take yourself with your own fingers.” He lets his head fall back again, his eyes closing as he moans and imagines it is her mouth that is wrapped around him. “You wouldn’t have gotten those insipid little toys.” He spits the word like it is poison. “You wouldn’t have acted like a little fucking bitch in front of all my alphas.”
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“Give the prisoner the blade we found strapped to his belt. He can use it to do to this fucker what was done to him.” Jungkook had ordered without remorse.
The guards did as instructed, one of them producing a finely crafted blade with a curved edge and hilt of aged timber.
Jungkook hadn’t even given it a second glance before rising to unlock the door to the cell of the shaggy haired male.
The hinges had creaked in effort as it had opened, and Jungkook had stood by it only to extend his arm out toward the downed male, his words chilling as he ordered, “Take your revenge on this piece of shit. Cut his tongue from his mouth so he knows the pain of what he has caused you.”
The red-haired male had bowed his head in deference, his hands shaking around the blade. Jungkook hadn’t missed that. That’s why he’d been the one to hold the other male’s head back, his arms flailing and flinging in every direction while he’d pled for mercy.
It had taken the shadows returning to his irises once more, his voice deepening for him to demand, “I command you to shut the fuck up and be still. Take it like a fucking man, you waste of fucking air.”
The shaggy-haired male had ceased his movements, his pleas caught deep in his throat under the Alpha’s Bidding Jungkook had used a second time.
Jungkook had been the one to open the shaggy-haired male’s mouth and hold his tongue between his fingers. Jungkook had been the one who had instructed the red-haired male to do it, to rip the bastard’s tongue free.
And it had been done. All while she remained with her back stuck to the wall, her hands knotted in her skirts as she’d ogled the way that dominance became a second skin to her mate.
Gods, there was nothing more arousing than seeing him make others fall apart under their weakness and surrender to his control.
No one could hope to overpower him. He was the strongest in the pack, and no male or female could ever deny him if he willed it.
That was what it meant to be Pack Alpha. To command obedience from all and take it from none. To be unbeatable and untamable in his raw thew. To be unconquered and unmatched against any and all who would oppose him.
She had been a fool to think she could deceive him. A total, utter fool.
A cauldron of emotions begins to brew within her at the memory, and amongst them all, arousal and submission alike stand up tall and proud.
Her lips tremble ever so subtly, and she draws in shaky breaths to try and gather herself, her eyes wide and innocent as she gazes up at him, utterly helpless and completely dominated by the man in front of her - Her mate. Her alpha.
She really was a fool to think she could hide anything from him.
How utterly foolish she was to think she could go behind his back and buy those toys when all it would take for him to find out is a single inquiry at the shop, one glance at the closet- and more so- one fucking look at her.
She'd never been good at hiding things. Her hands would get clammy, sweat pooling around her temples uncontrollably, and her heart would beat loud and wild like that of a silly little rabbit. And around him? Those symptoms would be magnified by a hundred- no, a thousand times more.
Why? It was simply, really.
She always knew she would never stand a chance against his skills.
He could pick up on the smallest of details faster than a hawk, and while his intelligence made her squeal and gush with absolute adoration, it also reminded her of how she couldn't- shouldn't ever dare try and hide anything from him.
Sure.. she didn't mean to hide the toys. Like she said.. she'd been too shy.
Her alpha knew of that. His mate had always been far too timid and bashful when it came to things like this.
It's why he decided to give her some time to open up about it herself.
So, he'd waited and waited.. and waited, but fuck- she did not own up. Instead, she'd decided to hide the damned contraptions.
And when he stumbled upon them that fated night, she'd been clever enough to push him away from the closet, pulling him in closer with wandering hands and lust-filled eyes in the most irresistible way ever known to him.
And when he'd finally decided that he'd had enough.. when he confronted her about it hours ago, she dared to lie to him. Without hesitation.
She's gotten too bold- too comfortable with being bratty.
He'd let that happen. He's been far too lenient, and far too forgiving of all her wrongs. He thought a small little nudge here and there would be enough to push her down the right path, but, he was wrong.
It was his own fault.
Why else would she have pulled that stunt in front of all the alphas?
Why else would she have thought it would be okay for her lie to his face, and play him like a fool for four months?
His grip on her chin gets tighter at the thought, a deep growl leaving the depths of his chest, the sound reverberating throughout the room as it pierces the quiet crackle of the warm fire, the sound bouncing off the walls in a loud echo.
It intimidates her. A shiver runs down her spine, a mewl leaving her loud and clear. The sight has his wolf howling in pride as he puffs up his chest slightly, head tilted up in triumph.
"Aw.. what is it, omega?" he asks with faux sympathy making her whimper, shuffling back on her knees now, too intimidated to hold her stance or his gaze. "Cat got your tongue?"
Not for the first time, her words have been drawn out of her. Like a spile has been attached to her, they flow away like water and no matter how many times she tries to force them back in, they continue to leave her empty of vocables.
His thoughts are there to fill her head, though. And based on them, she’d failed him many times over. Over and over, he had forgiven her. Had forsaken his own bruised pride just to satisfy her because he loved her so. It hadn’t been that he had simply let go of that or forgotten as she once thought he had.
How had she been so blind? So deaf to his warnings and teachings?
All those nights she’d spent underneath him while he’d. been mounted and thrusting his cock between her soddened folds with curses and possessed orders ghosting his lips… it had all been ultimately for her own pleasure.
All those stolen moments in the forest, the Elder’s Den, the Dining Hall, the Archives, the Forge, and even the Schoolhouse… he’d always caved to her pleas. Always. No matter how much a brat she’d been.
This male that could make her bend to his will with one single word.
This male that made the room fall silent when he walked in.
This male that commanded the whole of the alphas in the pack and took disobedience from none.
Somewhere down the line, the mundaneness of being obedient had become… tedious.
Lackluster.
Boring.
She had never been one who had liked monotony. It become tiresome and grey.
Perhaps that’s why she’d done it all along.
She’d simply wanted something different. She’d wanted to see what happened when she pushed him far enough that there was no more restraint. There was no more pained grunts of his control threatening to slip.
She didn’t entirely remember what happened the night she’d accidentally drank the aphrodisiac that had tasted exactly like he smelled. Black vanilla, aged pears, and blooming gardenia.
Only fragments of that night remained in her mind now. But in them, he’d been everything the innermost part of her- the part that would never actually tell him what she was too shy to admit- had wanted.
He’d put the mark of his teeth and hand everywhere. He’d made her legs go wonderfully numb and her neck, chest, stomach and thighs purple, red, and brown in the rough, hard claiming she’d begged for like a fucking prayer.
It had started against the wall, on his thigh, in the hallway right next to the front door. It had ended with her on her hands and knees on their bed as he’d fucked her from behind, the sheets torn to fucking pieces around her while she’d drooled pathetically- albeit wantonly-into them with his hand around her throat.
How she had not gotten pregnant that night, she had no idea.
The male before her does, though.
She’d pled for him that night to give her children. She’d told him she acted the way she did because she wanted him to lose what little control he had and give her a family so that he’d be hers forever.
And what had he done?
He’d almost given that to her, too.
But the memories of her disobedience had been rampant in his mind when he’d taken his cock between her lips that night to silence the begging, her lust-filled eyes ever so often drifting to the box in the closet that she’d distracted him from.
Of course, while she’d been distracted in that, he’d been lost in her.
Perhaps she’d known that all along. Perhaps she hadn’t.
But one thing was certain:
She fucking ate it up when he became feral.
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Her negation is oil for the fires of his anger. His fingers curl more forcibly around the flesh of her jaw as he sighs frustratedly, “No? I don’t think so.” He hovers ever nearer to her, her lips but a hair’s breadth away from his as he husks, “You do not get to say no to me after all that you have done. The only thing you should be doing is being obedient for me.”
By now, she had learned what he expected of her. So when the last word leaves his lips, she nods, “Y-yes, master.”
The shards of his eyes pierce hers as he studies her. “You requested me to repeat what I asked you earlier.”
He waits until she nods and gives a stuttered ‘yes.’
After that, he snorts as he answers, “I asked you if you knew how fucking pathetic you looked right now.” His fingers tighten around her jaw. “I told you that you’re afraid to let your other side out in fear that I will enjoy your wolf more than you. You didn’t say shit about either in response. All you can manage is my name. This, I cannot allow.”
Oh.. he was still expecting.. an answer for.. that.
His hand urges her jaw up so her lips are mere inches away from his own as she's forced to stare into those beautiful, intimidating eyes of his, gulping down the small whine that tries to make its way out of her.
"I.. I d-don't.. don't know.. sir."
It doesn't satisfy him. Of course, it doesn't! She hardly even tried to put together a fucking sentence.
"You don't know?" his voice is laced with a hint of mockery, and it has her whining. "You don't know what, pup?"
The stringent attitude of his voice is more than enough of a motivator for her to continue speaking.
There's no way in hell she's gonna spend her nights chained to the bed without him by her side. Just a few hours without his touch, and she's already a crying, drooling mess.
She couldn't take any more!
"I- I don't know if I... i don't know how pathetic I l-look, sir." She says. For her next words, she swallows down what little is left of her pride, her cheeks reddening like a ripe cherry as she looks up at him with bright, needy eyes. "Please, m-master.. enlighten me."
“Now that,” he leans forward once more, his hand that he has gripping her tilting her chin up so she’s but an inch from him, “is what I like to hear, omega.”
She raises her arms, her hands opening so she can grab at his knees to support her once more. She stops, though, when he lifts a brow in expectation.
With her hands hovering over his knees, she tries, “can I touch you, master?”
He grunts in approval as he continues stroking his cock, and she doesn’t waste any time putting her hands where she needed, but not where she wanted.
“You look so pitiful from down there, you hungry little whore,” the sounds of his ministrations are so wet that she can almost taste them on her tongue as she bites at her lower lip. “You’re thinking about how much you want my cock in your mouth, aren’t you, slut? Gods, how pathetic you must feel to be bare and on your knees for me and all you can do is watch.”
She needs him so fucking bad. All she can think about is the ache between her legs. The need that swelters her core.
Every moment without him inside her is one of torture. He’d never denied her like this before. Never deprived her of him before.
She would do anything now to get him to bury his cock within her silken walls. So desperate is she that she doesn’t even care if it’s in her pussy, her ass, or in her mouth.
However he’ll give it to her, she’ll take it.
In her momentary lapse of control, her wolf takes over.
She assents, “yes, master…I-I feel so helpless. Can I,” she swallows around a dry throat, “can I help you, please? I want to please you, my love.” She opens her legs in invitation, “my alpha.”
“So depraved you have become, my beautiful little cocksleeve,” Jungkook breathes, his irises dipping from her mouth to her tits and then down at the apex between her thighs. “So fucking addicted to getting a knot that you can’t think straight anymore.” His eyes narrow as he continues pumping his length over and over again. “Remember this the next time you want to deny me. Recall this the next time you think it wise to pleasure yourself in front of me when I can fuck you so much better.”
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Her heartbeat had been so louder than a bear’s. So irregular in its rhythm that had shaken it easier than a rabbit. It is interesting, then, when it suddenly quiets and slows as she suspires breaths that had started staggered and now are measured.
More intriguing is the fact that her voice sounded too sweet. Her eyes lingered on his too long as she let her machinations mottle them. Her fucking posture was too perfect, too poised for someone on her knees between his legs.
“You. Y-you’re in…in control, master.” She had told him.
Despite how he had longed to hear those words, she said them with broken vocables of brittle assent. She’d never been an agreeable female. She wasn’t just going to start now.
“Cunning little girl, aren’t you?” He prods. “Well played. I’ll give you that.” The hand on his cock ascends once again toward his tip. “But you’ll have to do better than that if you want to distract me,” his hand descends down his shaft, “I’m well accustomed to your tricks and games you like to play.”
Impatience and frustration bite at her, and they make her expression contort. It’s only for a half of a second, but he sees it. How entertaining that her emotions ran so rampant within her after everything she’d done to him.
This was good. He wanted this. Wanted her to face her emotions and understand what she’d done to him by meeting them herself. He’d tried many ways to help her see the errs of her ways, but this? This was a newer one and gods, judging by her body language, it was working.
“P-please, sir…I’ll be good.” She’d promised under heaving breaths.
He shook his head, tone dipped in the dark of the shadows as he orders, “if you really meant that, you would have used that loose tongue of yours to lap up my spit from your lips. Again you disobey and again you act like you can do whatever the fuck you want.” His eyes dim threateningly. “I don’t like liars, female. And you are. What do I do with liars, again?”
Right.. of course he caught on.
The longer his eyes stay on her, the farther she can feel her confidence slip, her breath getting shaky and staggered again.
No. He was.. this was a test.. right?
She pulls her slumping shoulders up again, straightening her back, desperately trying to maintain her fumbling eye contact.
Despite her waning confidence, she tries to scramble together those words in her head again, desperation eating away at her as her pussy throbs with need and cries from the denial she's been offered for so long.
The same denial she'd offered him.
"I-. .. I-i'm not lying." her voice cracks. "..sir." she quickly adds in the title, hoping it'd work to push him towards some leniency.
It simply makes him chuckle, no humor in the laugh that leaves him.
"If I say you are, you are." he snarls at her in warning, his fingers now gripping the base of his cock before he lets out another purposeful growl. "Answer the fucking question, girl. What-" his hand that is on her jaw tightens in its grip, and she mewls. "-do I do with liars, pet?"
“You,” her voice cracks under the pressure of his penetrating stare and strong fingers that grip her jaw, “you punish them …master.”
She says the last word with no more than a murmur, her shyness stealing her confidence away from her as her wolf lowers its head in submission.
His own wolf lifts its chin as he sits tall above her.
He wrenches a memory forth, and she is helpless to resist being thrust into it.
She’s back in the Prisoner’s Keep where all the wrongdoers were locked away. The smell of sweat and blood assault her nostrils, the sight of the silver bars glinting against the harsh red fires crackling in the braziers and wall lamps along the stone walls.
He had come back to their den late that moon only to check on her, but she could not bear his absence from their bed and so she had pled him to bring her with him despite his warnings that what she might see might discomfort her.
This time, there were two occupants among the metallic cages.
Her alpha walked with purpose to the one holding the male with shaggy blonde hair, his legs both bent under him at unnatural angles while pain twisted his features.
“You know why I’m here, don’t you, you piece of shit?” Jungkook had spat.
The shaggy haired male had answered with a defeated nod, knowing better than to stay silent in the presence of the male who had broken both his legs. “You are here to end my suffering, are you not?”
“That depends on your little friend here,” Jungkook lifted a hand toward the other prisoner in the very last cell on the other end of the row. “He has not been responsive to any of my subordinates, and that just won’t do.” Jungkook’s arm had fallen to his side by the time he’d finished only for him to lower himself to the male’s level, his other, gloved hand reaching out to grab one of the bars and slide down with him as he continued, “You did something to him, didn’t you, you bastard? What was it?”
His voice echoed through the room, and from her place behind her alpha, all she could do was watch.
The other male had only to stare at his strangely bent legs, the bones within protruding in places that were just wrong as he gave a deflated answer, “I…I tried to steal some of your wares, Pack Alpha. I wanted to give the omega I fancy thinking it would make her like me more, but-“
“But you stole from me instead of just fucking asking me like any man with balls would.” Jungkook cuts him off. “You know, I would have given you something out of my shop without requiring any payment were it for a special occasion such as the one you just gave, but there is something I do not tolerate.” Jungkook’s nose had wrinkled as he’d tilted his head down, the shadows quick to dwell under his eyes as he roughly stated,” I do not like liars. They’re filthy and the stench of them turns my fucking nose. So, how is it that you managed to steal my most precious creation-one that I’d been working on for fucking months- that was intended for my mate?”
The shaggy haired male had not dared look at Jungkook in the eye. He’d kept his eyes trained on his warped ankle.
“Pack Alpha, please don’t hurt me-“
“Pain is temporary. Death will forever end your pitiful life. If you’d like to meet your end before the gods have willed it so, I have no qualms with doing it now.” Jungkook snapped, his fingers tapping restlessly at the silver bar. “I broke your legs. I’ll break every bone in your body before your blood stains the earth if that is what your silence means to you.”
The other male had shivered at that, and fear had forced the words out of him.
“I made the other prisoner steal it! I told him to wait until your left your forge. I told him where to find it, how to unlock the box you’d fashioned for it, and…” the male’s voice dies under the loudness of her alpha’s growl.
“Where did you tell him to hide it? And why does he not speak?” Jungkook bit the words out, his finger tapping quicker against the silver.
The other male gave a half-minded glance to his right where, on the other end of the room in his own cell, a red-haired male with skin white as snow sat with his head between his hands.
“If I tell you, will you spare me?” The shaggy-haired male questioned quietly.
Jungkook angled his head to the side, his claws pushing his fingernails out from his hands as he provoked, “You act as if you have a choice in the matter when I can simply command you to obey if I will it so. The only reason I haven’t yet is that I’m hoping you’ll give your sorry ass some kind of saving grace by your actions.”
“I must be commanded, alpha,” the male had asked him not out of challenge, but in subjugation. “I cannot bring myself to speak of what I have done without your aid.”
Jungkook had huffed exasperatingly. “You are a coward to conceal truth willingly. You cannot face what you’ve done and yet you breathe. But I will oblige you. You’ve earned that much through your pathetic screams.” Jungkook’s eyes fill with the shadows until they are darker than night. “I command you to tell me what you did with the possession of mine that you thieved from me and I command you to tell me what you did to the male you bid do your dirty work.”
Power emanates from each word, the fires blazing becoming dim under it.
The shaggy haired male had straightened, one of his eyes hazing over while he spoke as if in a trance. “I had him bury it under the trunk of the oldest elm. Then, to silence him, I cut out his tongue. I didn’t want him to tell anyone of this, and if word ever did get out, I had planned to put it all on him.”
The longer he speaks, the more that anger’s ire is stoked and fanned within him.
The darkness had parted just enough in those eyes for the icy silver of his irises to thaw through.
“You dare commit not only an act of theft, but of inflicted injury as well?” The words cut the air like hail. “You are a vile insect that I will enjoy breaking. But first, your punishment will come from the very person you so easily maimed.” Jungkook had called for one of the guards to bring the other prisoner forth, so he was.
“Give the prisoner the blade we found strapped to his belt. He can use it to do to this fucker what was done to him.” Jungkook had ordered without remorse.
The guards did as instructed, one of them producing a finely crafted blade with a curved edge and hilt of aged timber.
Jungkook hadn’t even given it a second glance before rising to unlock the door to the cell of the shaggy haired male.
The hinges had creaked in effort as it had opened, and Jungkook had stood by it only to extend his arm out toward the downed male, his words chilling as he ordered, “Take your revenge on this piece of shit. Cut his tongue from his mouth so he knows the pain of what he has caused you.”
The red-haired male had bowed his head in deference, his hands shaking around the blade. Jungkook hadn’t missed that. That’s why he’d been the one to hold the other male’s head back, his arms flailing and flinging in every direction while he’d pled for mercy.
It had taken the shadows returning to his irises once more, his voice deepening for him to demand, “I command you to shut the fuck up and be still. Take it like a fucking man, you waste of fucking air.”
The shaggy-haired male had ceased his movements, his pleas caught deep in his throat under the Alpha’s Bidding Jungkook had used a second time.
Jungkook had been the one to open the shaggy-haired male’s mouth and hold his tongue between his fingers. Jungkook had been the one who had instructed the red-haired male to do it, to rip the bastard’s tongue free.
And it had been done. All while she remained with her back stuck to the wall, her hands knotted in her skirts as she’d ogled the way that dominance became a second skin to her mate.
Gods, there was nothing more arousing than seeing him make others fall apart under their weakness and surrender to his control.
No one could hope to overpower him. He was the strongest in the pack, and no male or female could ever deny him if he willed it.
That was what it meant to be Pack Alpha. To command obedience from all and take it from none. To be unbeatable and untamable in his raw thew. To be unconquered and unmatched against any and all who would oppose him.
She had been a fool to think she could deceive him. A total, utter fool.
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He doesn’t need to ask her if she likes what she sees. He has proof enough of that with each stuttered breath she takes. With each second she ogles his cock like it were some kind of delicacy. Even the way her lips part is telling of her desire as her fingers twitch on his thighs.
With one word, he knows she would take him between those pouty lips of hers without question. He doesn’t give it, however. No, she would be better served to marinate in her need. To let it warm and spread throughout her entire being until she could no longer bear it. She’d made him suffer the agony of her absence in the forest and the only way she would truly understand how that had felt was this.
This is what she deserved for denying him. For fucking rejecting him.
And as beautiful as she looked on her knees for him, he had to do this.
“If you wanted to please me,” his lip curls under to reveal glistening teeth as he brings his mouth ever closer to hers, “you would have given yourself to me well before now. You would have obeyed me well before now.” He tips his chin down, his sight fixing on her tits that rise and fall quickly beneath his aching member, “Your words do not align with your actions. I have no interest in listening to words that slip freer than water down those pretty tits of yours.”
She can't help but fall back on her ass when he leans forward, too intimidated by his stature and demeanor to really look into his eyes.
He doesn't allow that. In one swift motion, she's ushered forward by the grip on her jaw, a silent growl from him all the message she needs from him for her to speak the fuck up.
"B-but-" she tries, but he growls louder at that.
"You're not allowed that fucking word, slut." He throws, tilting her chin up so she's forced to keep her eyes on him. "Try again."
She nods her head, timid and hesitant.
"Y-yes, sir.."
It's all she can get out.
She has no other response to his words, for there is no explanation for her recent behavior.
He was right.
She was a fucking brat. A disobedient mate, although she'd promised him her submission and obedience long before.
Every single time she'd fucked up, she begged for forgiveness, promising that she would never be disobedient again.
That she'd be good.
And every single time, he'd show her mercy, trusting her blindly without asking for proof.
She'd dragged this on for far too long. She took advantage of his leniency until he fucking run out of it all. Now, she's simply going to have to face the consequences.
She feels like she's learned her lesson. However, deep down, a small part of her knows that only if she goes through with her punishment would she truly feel like she's earned his forgiveness, if he's willing to give it to her any time soon, that is.
The thought sends her mind spiraling.
If?
She can't have that.
She can't take that!
She wastes no more time in trying to speak, the words tumbling out of her mouth faster than ever.
"I.. I was being a.. a bad girl, sir. I wasn't being good for you although I promised you that." She admits with a downtrodden look.
However, it doesn't seem to have the calming effect it should.
It only seemed to aggravate him more, her acceptance of what she'd done, what she'd put him through making his wolf thrust forward the enraging picture of her splayed on her back, hands buried in her pussy on the forest floor, her act of disobedience on display for everyone to see.
She sees the image as well.
Fuck... she didn't want him to think of-
Before she can even start another useless apology, a dark chuckle leaves him, the sound cold in contrast to the heat that seems to radiate off of him as he rattles her head side to side before speaking.
“You do not know what it is to be good after how much I have defiled you, female.” His hand twists around his base, his irises hailing over in the iciness of his wolf as he jabs, “You’ve forgotten how to be because the innocent girl you once were has been corrupted by delicious sin.” He fingers grip his length tighter as he tugs on it only to grunt, “You have tasted how delicious my love and lust for you are, and now that you have, you will do anything to get my attention so that I’ll give more of them to you.” He curls his fingers around so that they make almost make a ring around his cock as the digits he has around her jaw press in so much that it begins to ache. “Isn’t that right, female?”
She can only paw at his ankles in his response, a pitiful whine releasing itself from her throat.
He shows his teeth in threat, “I do not believe I gave you permission to keep that mouth of yours shut. I like it open.” He confesses, his hand sliding slow down his cock.
The suggestion is very heavy in its implications, and she can’t help herself when she imagines the impressive weight and girth of him when she has him between her lips.
The first time she’d ever taken him into her mouth, she hadn’t any clue how to please him. But he hadn’t cared. No, instead, he’d welcomed and even relished in her ignorance. He’d taken pride in being the first- and being her only.
She remembered well how he had given her instructions, step-by-step, how to suck a male’s cock while he’d groaned and moaned from how eager she’d been to satisfy him.
Even when that massive member had been inches from her face, she had been steadfast in her desire to satisfy him. Even when her jaw had locked into place and she couldn’t move it from how big he’d been as he pushed past her lips, she had only wanted to pleasure him. To watch his expressions shift and hear his beautiful, arousing sounds of satisfaction. All because of her.
Knowing she had been the one to make this male before her-the strongest, most able and apt alpha in dominion over the entire pack- made her hot and heady.
It made power rush to her head and need swell in her loins.
Perhaps that’s how she manages to find some of her vocals and use them.
“Yes, alpha,” she nudges her nose along the inside of his knee, “you’re right. You’re always right. I just can’t help it anymore.” She presses her lips to the place she’d just been rubbing at, “I can’t stop wanting you. However and whenever.”
Her admission has him hastening his strokes along his length, his eyes rolling back when she turns her head so she can kiss along the innermost corner of his knee.
He had once told her, when his mouth had been attached to her sex, that everything felt better with tongue. So, she does.
It’s a timid brush of the pink muscle over his flesh, but the moment it touches him, the fingers he has grasping her jaw tighten. The sensation goes straight to his cock, the picture of her on her knees between his legs too licentious of a sight.
He curses. “Fuck. You are such a devilish little temptress. You know exactly what you’re doing.” When his irises dig into hers, she’s pricked by those silver depths. “But you forget one very important thing. I didn’t tell you that you were allowed to lick me, now did I?”
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Her denial has memories swimming in his head of when she’d said the very same to him when he’d had her against that damned tree with all his alphas surrounding him.
It stokes and inflames him with anger.
“You really love that word, don’t you, whore?” He tweaks her other nipple, and she winces as he growls, “I can’t hear you. What was that?”
“Can’t…” She trails off when his eyes flash frigidly, her entire body stilling in place under those unforgiving irises of silvery white.
“You can’t, or you won’t? Again I ask this question, and this time, you’ll answer it. If you won’t, I’ll take this hand of mine,” he looks down at his ignored member, “and I’ll take care of myself while you cry on the ground about it.” He keeps his sight fixed on his cock, and though she tries not to look, she just can’t help it when her sights, too, are pulled down to where his member arcs beautifully against his belly. Desire has her core fluttering around nothing, but his words make her sex cry when he snidely ripostes, “You’ve had my hands around your neck before. You’ve had collars around it, too. You’re more than capable of using your voice when you’re being ravaged to your end. Use it now, or suffer the consequences.”
"Y-yes, a-alpha.. I.. i'll talk."
Her gaze is fixated on his throbbing cock, however. The words are stuck in her throat as she tries to gulp, her mouth watering at the sight of him.
While the look of arousal and utter desperation has him satisfied and proud, her refusal to talk is all he can see prominently.
He doesn't let it bother him all that much though.
He seems to have figured out just how to get her to listen and stay focused.
Yet another low, impatient snarl leaves him, and almost instantly, the words come tumbling out of her mouth.
"Y-yes, alpha! I-.. i'll talk.. I.." she tries recalling what he'd asked of her.
Ugh! If only she didn't get so easily distracted and.. and so aroused by the gorgeous sight of his-
She snaps out of it, her eyes blown wide as she tries to shake herself out of the trance he so easily put her under.
Right..
"I.. can, alpha." She finally answers. "Y-you asked.. you asked if I can't talk, or if I.. w-won't talk.. " she explains. "M-my answer is.. neither. I c-can talk. I-.. i want to. I want to listen to you. I want to please you, master."
He doesn’t need to ask her if she likes what she sees. He has proof enough of that with each stuttered breath she takes. With each second she ogles his cock like it were some kind of delicacy. Even the way her lips part is telling of her desire as her fingers twitch on his thighs.
With one word, he knows she would take him between those pouty lips of hers without question. He doesn’t give it, however. No, she would be better served to marinate in her need. To let it warm and spread throughout her entire being until she could no longer bear it. She’d made him suffer the agony of her absence in the forest and the only way she would truly understand how that had felt was this.
This is what she deserved for denying him. For fucking rejecting him.
And as beautiful as she looked on her knees for him, he had to do this.
“If you wanted to please me,” his lip curls under to reveal glistening teeth as he brings his mouth ever closer to hers, “you would have given yourself to me well before now. You would have obeyed me well before now.” He tips his chin down, his sight fixing on her tits that rise and fall quickly beneath his aching member, “Your words do not align with your actions. I have no interest in listening to words that slip freer than water down those pretty tits of yours.”
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“You have five seconds to answer to me. I’m going to count, and you are going to obey. Do you understand me?” He bites out.
It’s all she do to draw the letters out over his wrist with the fingers she has weakly pawing at it.
His fingers twist her nipple in punishment. “I said that you’re going to speak, woman. Has your cunt made you so desperate that you can’t even think?”
She fights for breath under his constricting digits around her neck, her airway partially closed under it as she struggles. She can’t even think about the pain in her chest, her mind benumbed by lack of blood flow. Finding thoughts now are second to impossible, and she knows that she’s going to end up on the floor by herself if he doesn’t give her a little bit of aid.
Not that she deserved it. She’d taken her antics too far this time, and being edged and denied of him had been all the consequence she needed to open her eyes to that.
“One.” He clicks his tongue.
He must notice the way that color has begun to drain from her face, because he loosens his clutches around her throat. Though it is minimal, it is enough for her to summon more oxygen between her dried, parted lips. Immediately, the grey that had begun to fill her mind begins to dissipate. As if through a small spile, thoughts return to her.
Her alpha watches some of the color return to her cheeks and only then does he go on.
“Two.”
The word makes her heart hammer in her chest, her lungs still trying to work oxygen through her still failing limbs.
“Three,” his irises set in silver of hail as they pelt her with his disdain, his digits tugging mercilessly on her poor, darkened nipple. Pain shoots through her chest, but it is only temporary. The ache his ministration leaves lingers. His hand opens around her neck only so he can grab at the underside of her jaw and tilt it up so she is battered by the cold of his scowl.
“Four,” he vociferates, bringing her close so he can feel her heaving pants against his own skin. “Come on, whore. Run those lips for me. Give me your obedience, and I’ll consider letting you ride my leg while you watch me fuck my hand.”
A whimper leaves her, and she closes her eyes when she feels his breath against her neck, shaky and hot as it tickles her skin, his husky voice sending a tingle down her spine. She shivers, leaning into his touch like a starved pup.
A low growl leaves him, his grip growing tighter on her jaw. Just as he's about to draw out the last number that would leave her crying on the floor, the words are out of her mouth.
"N-no!" she shrieks. She tries to at least. All it comes out as is a small, weak protest.
"n-no, s-sir.. y--you don't have to-" she gasps for air, desperate to try and douse the ire she'd ignited. "-t-tell me.. again. I-" she scooches forward as best as she can, her hands now gripping at the flesh on his thigh, as if doing so would help change or manipulate his thoughts, allowing some room for mercy. "you don't have to, sir.. i'll t-talk. i'll t-try.."
Her negation is oil for the fires of his anger. His fingers curl more forcibly around the flesh of her jaw as he sighs frustratedly, “No? I don’t think so.” He hovers ever nearer to her, her lips but a hair’s breadth away from his as he husks, “You do not get to say no to me after all that you have done. The only thing you should be doing is being obedient for me.”
By now, she had learned what he expected of her. So when the last word leaves his lips, she nods, “Y-yes, master.”
The shards of his eyes pierce hers as he studies her. “You requested me to repeat what I asked you earlier.”
He waits until she nods and gives a stuttered ‘yes.’
After that, he snorts as he answers, “I asked you if you knew how fucking pathetic you looked right now.” His fingers tighten around her jaw. “I told you that you’re afraid to let your other side out in fear that I will enjoy your wolf more than you. You didn’t say shit about either in response. All you can manage is my name. This, I cannot allow.”
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