"Don't dare pull out!" Rawn croaks out breathlessly while gripping the skin of Lyecan's shoulders. "Cum in me!"
"Why?" Alpha Lyecan groans. Even so, he doesn't stop thrusting, filling Rawn's tender insides with desperate precum.
He's sat on the bed, propped up on two pillows, while Rawn's sitting cowgirl on him, riding him twice as hard as she would on a recklessly galloping horse.
Her moans fill the dim-red room, and the Alpha's grunts aren't any less.
"Why do you want me to flood your pretty little hole, huh?" he mumbles. This time, his breaths are shorter. And the pleasure, and the fullness tingling at the tip of his dick, aren't giving him a moment to think.
Still, he can decipher the truth from a deception—the deception he smells in Rawn's breath, the taste of it in her mouth, and its smear on her ravishing looks. Even the very clasp of her vagina around his cock seems like a lie merely because many women long to bear a child for an Alpha as powerful as he is.
Those who don't want a child are just whores who'd swallow the seed of any man, be he a pauper or a prince.
As for Rawn, he has perceived what she is and has grasped the strings of her life force.
She's not an ordinary girl, not a whore either, which means she could be among those who want to bear his child, or could be doing what her people longed to do but never dared to—draw powers from his semen.
"Firne…" he snarls, reaching his right hand underneath Rawn's ass to grab his dick. Not to pull out. But to thrust deeper. Faster. "You agent of conniving bitches, you—"
"Just shut up and fuck me!" Rawn gasps. That only angers the Alpha, who snatches her neck with his other hand.
"Don't dare shut me up!" He grunts while tightening his fingers around Rawn's neck to the point even his thumb kneads her throat. "Don't ever!" He takes her ass cheek in his large hands and pushes her up to slide his dick out of her.
At that precise moment, he spills his seed in the air, watching with utter frustration as it strings up before splashing on Rawn's buttocks. Then, with rising anger, he pushes the girl off him to the floor.
Rawn gasps when her knees hit the floor. But she recovers and gets up immediately, disappointed for two reasons—the fact that the Alpha stopped and her plan has been ruined.
She won't deny that she enjoyed the man's dick ramming through her pussy. Even though her ideas at the beginning were far from pleasure, she wished he wouldn't stop.
But now he has. And on top of that, he fed his cum to the air. That action alone is savagery, but what's more brutal is how her heart skips many beats at once when she notices the Alpha's expression.
The latter lifts himself off the bed. Slowly. Lingering. Eyes like a blade cutting deep through Rawn's.
The feeling of prey strikes her. Now she recognizes Lyecan as her predator. One that leaves no traces or pieces for the winds to find. He'll slurp every last bit of her.
Fear envelops her gaze at that thought. Lyecan dines on the look of it as he nears Rawn, rendering her still and quaking in her boots.
Standing in her front while glaring down at her small form, he lifts his fingers toward her face. And as Rawn's mind centers on the preparedness of Lyecan's painful fingers grabbing her jaws, the man's next action clashes with her thoughts when those fingers brush her right cheek instead. Then the other hand rests tenderly on her shoulder.
Lyecan leans down and pecks Rawn's lips. Her eyes widen at this gesture, while her guards crumble down, leaving her lips loose for the Alpha to break in unprompted.
He earns a gasp from the girl as he kisses her continuously. Her grabbing his arms begs him to give her breathing space. But he remains ignorant to her pleas.
He bites her lower lips hard and sucks the few drops of blood that leak from it. That only makes him hunger for more.
Lyecan isn't a vampire to thirst for blood, nor is he wild in savoring its taste. But he licks Rawn's blood off her lips like it's the sweetest thing he's ever tasted before sneaking his tongue into her mouth once again.
This time, coupled with the craving for her blood, his werewolf fangs spring out, itching for a nibble at Rawn's neck.
He finally gives the girl her breathing space, diverting his attention to her enticingly long and pale neck. His head covers the space between his mouth and her neck vein. However, he holds back at the last second.
Placing his forehead on her shoulder instead, he puffs out a shaky breath of arousal and frustration.
Meanwhile, Rawn whimpers. Even her body would have met the floor again if the Alpha weren't holding her from collapsing.
Her fright overshadows her, mostly because she's heard of the Alpha. His tales have reached so far that even the deaf and blind have known not to cross him.
People call him Satan's Incarnate. Others say he's no incarnate.
To those 'others', the name RHOTHELI means TRUE HELL. And hell hath three devils that are its bearers. They go by their names: Lyecan Rhotheli, Uksean Rhotheli, and Zeonath Rhotheli.
These names instill horror. Rawn undermined the kind of terror they hold.
Even her Firne sisters, who love using men's semen for powers, avoided these three. But she called all these warnings dust. And now she's about to find out just how much dust can render one blind and speechless.
Or lifeless.
"Tell me, Rawn," Lyecan suddenly starts, causing Rawn to flinch. "What is your true desire?"
Rawn can't find the word to speak, but the Alpha clamping her jaws between his thumb and index fingers rips the word from her mouth.
"Power!" she cries out. "I need power!"
Lyecan lifts his head from her shoulder. "What power?" He releases his hold on her jaws while staring directly into her eyes. Eyes with colors she didn't even try to hide. "The power to do formidable things?" The Alpha's lips curl down. "That you already have." Then his fingers trace her collarbones down to her cleavages before gently pressing her left breast to elicit a shiver from her. Pleasure or fear? He cares not.
Instead, he continues muttering, "Unless it's something you never had; real power. Like he one a weak Firne would crave in the semen of an Alpha like me. Even your leader never dared. Did you ever ask why?" No, she did not. No Firne ever did because they already knew why. The news spread like a virus throughout the entire region, telling the dreadful tale of an Alpha, who killed an immortal.
Firnes are so powerful that no blade can graze their skin. But Lyecan Rhotheli managed to not only surpass that, he also took a Firne's life. And no one knows how he did it.
He only presented the corpse for all eyes to see.
"Now it's your corpse I'll deliver," he whispers, before taking in a long sniff at Rawn's face. "Hmm. I can smell your weakness."
The poor girl shuts her eyes tight when Lyecan's face wouldn't stop lingering in front of hers. She lets her claws out, bracing herself for the dangerous task her mind urges her to do.
Lyecan is a fierce man and any attack on him means death for the perpetrator. And not just any death—it is usually the type that's begged for, that is longed and wished for.
Rawn doesn't want death. What she wants is power. As her thirst for the latter has tossed her to the grievous side of Alpha Lyecan Rhotheli, what she needs now is life. Just life.
With that, a new form of motivation courses through her veins, driving her to put her claws to Lyecan's neck. Then she slashes, fast and hard, before pushing the groaning man backward and slipping out of his presence in a blur without minding the stench of his blood or its stain on her.
Meanwhile, Lyecan presses his palm on the wound. It isn't too deep, only enough to slash a single vein. But, hell, despite Rawn's weakness, the poison that runs through Firnes' claws does in hers as well, only it isn't as potent as the other's own.
"Holy cow…" he mumbles with a slur while staggering within his spot. He hears Faux, his Beta, mind-linking with him.
`Alpha, the girl dashed into the woods. She's heading for the Firne boundary. Shall I go after her?`
Lyecan lifts his gaze to blink away the blur in his eyes. `No. I will.` Then he sniffles as the poison's effect slowly fades before mumbling, "After all, what more does a Rhotheli wolf enjoy than hunting anything that has flesh and blood? And more so, a pussy."