The Scorned Luna-Chapter 90: Used Him

​Alaric didn’t pull out. He kept his heavy cock buried deep inside her, his muscles bulging and slick with water as he hoisted her up. He carried her out of the steaming bathroom. Water dripped from their bodies, soaking into the carpet, but he didn’t care about the mess. A sharp pang of annoyance gnawed at him; he hated that he was claiming her here, in this cramped apartment, rather than in his grand estate. He wanted her in his bed, under his roof.

​He reached the bedroom and lowered her onto the mattress. The bed creaked under their combined weight as he crawled over her, a dark shadow that blocked out the light. He didn’t give her a second to catch her breath. He grabbed her ankles, pinning them back toward her ears, and drove into her with a savage, rhythmic force that made the headboard thud against the wall.

​"You are so fucking tight," he groaned, the sound vibrating deep in his chest, more like a growling predator than a man. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

​He lowered his head, his mouth finding her heavy breasts. He began to feast on her nipples, sucking them into the heat of his mouth and nipping with his teeth just hard enough to make her back arch. As he hammered into her, his hand reached down, his thumb finding her swollen, sensitive clitoris. He began to rub in fast, cruel circles, timing the pressure with every deep, wet thrust.

​Sofia was losing her mind. The pleasure was intense, but the mental connection to Damien was even heavier. Through the bond, she could feel his shock hitting her like a physical blow. She could feel the hot pain in his chest as the bond transmitted her every moan to Damien.

​Sofia... what are you doing? Stop! Please! Damien’s voice screamed in her mind.

​Sofia didn’t stop. Instead, she leaned into the sensation. She pushed his voice into a dark corner of her mind and slammed a mental door on him, blocking his pleas but leaving the sensory line open. She didn’t want to hear his voice; she wanted him to feel her choice. Her wolf was whimpering, pacing restlessly and begging her to show mercy to their mate, but Sofia ignored the plea. The pain she was causing Damien was the ultimate drug—a revenge sweeter than any words.

​"My turn," she gasped, her voice thick with desire.

​She pushed against Alaric’s massive chest, forcing him to lie flat on his back. She climbed on top of him, straddling his waist and facing him. She took his thick, throbbing cock and guided it back into her soaking heat, letting out a long, shaky moan as she slowly lowered herself down, feeling him stretch her to the limit.

​She began to bounce, her breasts swaying wildly with the motion. She rolled her hips, grinding her pelvis against his, making sure there wasn’t a millimeter of space between them. She leaned down, her damp hair falling over them like a silk curtain, and whispered into his ear, "Do you feel how much I want you? Do you feel how much I’m yours?"

​She could feel Damien’s pain spiking to a breaking point—his heart was literally breaking in real-time across the distance. It drove her to be more provocative. She turned around, putting her back to Alaric so her ass was centered over his face. She reached back, grabbing his muscular thighs for balance, and began to bounce on his cock.

​Alaric was on cloud nine. He had never felt a connection this primal. His hands moved to her ass, grabbing the soft flesh and squeezing hard, leaving red marks. For the first time since the death of his mate, his wolf was howling in pleasure.

​Sofia felt the tell-tale tightening in her gut—the coil was about to snap. She was close, and she could feel Alaric’s body trembling, ready to explode. But just as he was about to release, she suddenly pulled off him, the loss of friction making them both gasp.

​Alaric let out a frustrated, guttural growl, his eyes wild. But before he could protest, Sofia sat on his stomach, positioning her ass right over his face. She reached down, taking his pulsing dick into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head before sucking him deep into her throat.

​As she worked her mouth on him with a hungry intensity, Alaric reached up. He buried his face in her wet, aching pussy, his tongue lashing out to lick and suck her clit while she finished him off.

​The room was filled with the sounds of the running shower in the distance, heavy breathing, and the wet slaps of skin on skin. When Alaric finally came, it was explosive—a violent release that shook his entire frame. Sofia swallowed every drop, her eyes wide and defiant, staring at the wall as if she could see Damien’s face through the stone, knowing he was feeling the soul-crushing pain.

​They slowly pulled away from each other. The water from the shower was still running lightly over their skin, and the room was warm and filled with the smell of sex. Sofia leaned against Alaric’s chest, both of them breathing hard.

​For a few seconds, it was quiet.

​Then Sofia started laughing.

​It wasn’t soft or happy. It was sharp. Almost strange.

​Alaric frowned slightly, confused. He gently moved a wet strand of hair from her face.

​"What is it?" he asked quietly. "Why are you laughing?"

​Sofia lifted her head and looked at him. Her eyes were different now. The softness was gone. There was something hard in them.

​"Do you know Damien is hurting right now?" she said in a calm voice. "The mate bond is open. I made sure of it. He can feel everything. Every touch. Every sound. I didn’t block it."

​Alaric went still.

​Sofia continued, her voice steady. "He’s feeling what we just did. He’s in pain. And that... was my punishment for him."

​The warmth in the room suddenly felt cold.

​Alaric’s expression changed. The small smile he had disappeared. His body grew tense.

​"You did this... to hurt him?" he asked slowly.

​Sofia didn’t answer right away.

​Alaric moved back slightly, looking at her differently now.

​"So I was just a weapon?" he asked, his voice low and hurt. "You didn’t want me. You just wanted to make him suffer."

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