Wolf Dominion

First, I’m intoxicated – six drinks – then I’m pampered.

I’m pretty sure the liquor is to stop me killing the Helpers.

Because their hands.

Helpers’ hands.

They’re everywhere.

I’m stripped from my armour, laid down and massaged vigorously all over – to the point I can’t feel my muscles anymore. It’s like my body is sleeping but my mind is aware.

Once the Helper’s hands leave, I’m sat down in a bubbling spa bath with Raygar. This spa bath is more than big enough for two, while he leans back and some Helpers feed him berries by hand.

I have someone brushing my hair back and massaging my scalp, while I can’t keep my eyes off Raygar’s naked and dripping with sweat skin.

He’s out of it like me.

I’ve been more silent than my usual new silent.

Never show weakness – so I was trying with every ounce to keep my tongue still.

It was very hard when intoxicated. Every second was an effort.

I felt disconnected from harsh reality and now I am focused on Raygar’s collar bone, his scars, his black thick hair and handsome hurt expression.

I had never seen him so damn attractive before.

Broken.

Why is it so hot to me?

At some point the Helpers leave Raygar and I in a dim fire lit room, privately occupied by the both of us.

It’s romantic – the most luxurious thing I’d ever experienced.

It was hard to acknowledge that too.

How languid I felt, how every inch of me was now so soft –

“Mm,” Raygar groans deeply as he finally picks up his head after lolling it back to look at the ceiling to stretch his shoulders by squeezing them back. He now focuses on me opposite, and his eyes are dilated while his skin is pulsing with the heat of the constant rough bubbles created by this bath, bashing into our skin. And the smell was overwhelming. Rose oil, “You look so done,” Raygar sinks lower, his chin caressing the surface of the water as he hesitates, but then submerges his whole body.

I watch in a daze as he swims forward and resurfaces in front of me.

Ray’s face, dripping wet eye charcoal he didn’t request to be removed, now looks like war paint as he rises between my breasts and meets me face to face. Inches apart – but not for long. His hands rest by my elbows and I grip his forearms as he leans in – and kisses me without any more regard for conversation.

Raygar had way too much experience being an expert breeder of human slaves.

I naturally follow his kiss and I don’t restrain myself. I let myself fall for it – feeling completely paralysed by our chemistry. It seemed to happen so naturally.

His lips consume my soul as his hands find my sensitive and sore shoulders from the intense massage from before. His hands don’t squeeze, they tickle – and I shiver up and into his kiss even further.

I find a deep seated need to melt into him, so I close my eyes.

I feel like I’m dreaming. Completely intoxicated and body totally numb, we both melt into each other. The bubbles bursting out and hitting our body, are keeping us present and as hot as the scorching sunblast that burned Genesis every single day. Hotter, honestly. I was burning up from the inside. I felt one with the water, and his touch. In any other circumstance, I’d want to remove myself from this uncomfortable scorching heat – but it’s a welcome accompaniment to lust.

Raygar’s hands fall over my breasts, twisting my nipples just a little as he bites my bottom lip and lifts us both up.

He moves us around.

Spinning almost makes me sick, but he sits where I was sitting, and then places me on his thighs instead.

Steady again.

Before I even know it, my body takes over and I’m sinking down on his dick and riding him as I keep my lips locked with his – I can’t stop this.

I start riding him instinctually with the water pounding every inch of us, urging me on.

With this kind of lust you can forget the whole world.

Raygar’s hands spread on my ass cheeks, helping me ride while my eyes remain closed.

Every second, pulsing up and down his shaft, harder and faster then slow and deeper, it’s another stroke into a better place – far away from the real – feeling full and so close to someone else –

“This is how you teach her how to control her impulses?”

It’s Skye’s death drawl.

Shit.

I snap open my eyes and lift my hips up, trying to dislodge Raygar’s shaft from my body.

Skye is right behind Raygar, leaning down and glaring past his brother’s head to my steaming, dripping face.

Raygar is too drunk to care, he just gazes at me with heat.

But Skye is completely sober, and he’s angry... which is an understatement.

“Skye… I’m loyal to Wolf Dominion,” I huskily drawl out.

“I know,” Skye growls over the top of me, “You’re loyal – but you’re also spreading rumours I didn’t allow… words out, Ryder. A human Luna reigns in Wolf Dominion. It’s spreading like wildfire.”

Raygar’s eyes snap wide open. Now he’s shocked and immediately furious too.

“What did you do?” Raygar snarls.

Shit. Shit.

I keep in a worded response and I just gaze at Skye, not denying the word I spread in Cracklen.

The truth.

It was just the truth.

I say nothing, and Skye continues, “There was a reason you were kept secret – you disobeyed me,” Skye reaches forward and grabs my hair in a tight knot, making me gasp as he pulls my chin back, so he snarls over me, “You will be punished for your insolence to your Alpha. It’s time to learn your duty; serving my will, not your own.”