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A noise that could only be described as a howl split the air.
“Give me the truth,” I demanded. “Give me the truth and I’ll let you have your pleasure.”
“I am telling you the truth!” she sobbed, clutching my shoulders. Her hips tilted upward, trying to seek release by rubbing against my pelvis. “Zoei, I promise,please,you can’t…”
“Oh, I can,” I assured her deceitful face. “You don’t deserve to come on my cock, Olly.”
Her eyes squeezed shut. Tears slipped from the corners, glittering under the reflection of the sun.
A lesser Alpha would have caved. A kinder Alpha would have slicked a hand over her cock and squeezed indulgently, letting her attain the release she craved. The curved shaft strained pink and thick, the half-formed knot aching for my attention.
Part of me wanted nothing more than to take the thick ring of muscle in my palm and watch her shudder with the impact of her release.
“Zoei, I beg you,” she beseeched. “Please,I’m so close.”
“You want to come for me, Olly?” I rasped cruelly, leaning over to nip at the smooth skin around her mating gland. “You want to come on my cock?”
“Yes!” she whimpered, moving her hips in tandem with my own.
“Traitorous whores don’t get to come,” I growled, pulling out of her body in one selfish stroke.
I steeled myself against the bitter moan of protest and the desperate fingers that sought to draw me close again.
This isn’t sex,I reminded myself.It’s punishment. Retribution. Revenge.
A single stroke to my twitching cock triggered a stream of unending pleasure. The earthy scent of Olly’s skin was a powerful pull, tugging at my heartstrings as she whimpered in protest.
For decades, it had been my fantasy to bring this woman pleasure. I’d survived fever dreams where I’d done nothing but make her come again and again until she fell victim to exhaustion.
It hurt—tore me apart inside to deny her what she needed so desperately. But she didn’t deserve pleasure. Not after what she’d done.
“Zoei.”
She breathed my name like a hopeful prayer, lips quivering with unreleased desire. It took every last bit of willpower to shake off the need that built within me—a desire to serve, to pleasure, to savor. Instead, I told myself to relish the creases of pain on her face, andenjoythe agony I had caused. If she’d had her way, I’d be lowered six feet under the ground today.
I forced my lip to curl in disgust as I gazed down at her.
“You’re pathetic, Olympia,” I rasped, trying to control my uneven breaths. “You will regret the day you ordered my death.”
Her head dropped back on the stone with a muted thud.
Goddess, she looked magnificent. Utterly ruined but magnificent all the same. The length of her tunic was bunched above her chest, leaving one breast exposed to my gaze. The nipple, pink and ruched, was hard in the warm air of the tower. Regret gripped me, the desire to lean over and press my tongue against that nub almost overwhelming.
Her freckled abdomen was streaked with my come, running up her belly and down her waist. My scent warred with hers, the alpha in her fighting my dominance on pure instinct.
Mine.
The roar in my ears was deafening. Primal.
It jerked me up onto my feet, needing to place some distance between us before more unwise thoughts crept into my psyche.
As I turned away to knock on the doors for the guards to release the barrage of locks, I couldn’t resist one last look at her prone body. Heavy breaths lingered in the air, the sharpness of unfulfilled desire obvious with each puff. Her cock pulsed, unfulfilled and thick with come as it remained curved against her pelvis. My gaze traced the swell of her knot, remembering the way it pounded against my palm, needy, ready…
I swallowed quickly, slipping from the room even as my Alpha prowled uncomfortably in my chest.
I hadn’t obtained a confession, but Olympia’s humiliation would suffice.
For now.
