Chapter 4 Vow Of Revenge

• Seraphina’s POV
• I want you to completely erase Aiden Sterling.
• Damien's words rang in my ear as I laid there, unsure of how to proceed.
• He wanted me to lead?
• I had little experience with sex; how was I, the shy nobody, supposed to lead the confident Lyacan king who was well versed in bed activities?
• "Cat got your tongue?" He murmured, eyes blazing with a heat that caused a stirring deep within my belly and a hint of possessive madness that should have terrified me but only made nervously excited.
• I didn't dare move, still across his body. His heartbeat echoed in my own ears, his scent filling my nostrils in a powerful mixture of pine and something that was so him.
• He didn't rush me but instead, chose to let me examine the feelings assaulting me. He was steady, strong.
• Everything I didn't know I needed. Everything I craved.
• This man was like poison. The urge to flee from him and the feelings he evoked in me almost pulled me under.
• There was no universe where letting myself fall under his spell would end well for me.
• But that would mean going back to Aiden.
• Out of nowhere, my ex-fiancé's cold face flashed before my eyes and memories of his betrayal assaulted me.
• I remembered how he had ruthlessly betrayed me at the Moon Festival.
• How he had callously given the life-saving Moon herb to Amber instead.
• How he had gone out of his way to constantly humiliate and belittle me with the sharp sting of his words.
• "You're just a marriage tool that can be replaced at any time…"
• "You, a disabled wolf, are not worthy of such a pure sacred object…"
• Hatred coiled itself like a snake around my heart, holding on for dear life.
• Aiden Sterling had been nothing but an asshole to me. Who said he could waste five years of my life like that? Why could they decide my life and death from their high horses, while I could only cower in a corner, silently enduring?
• I refuse to play the silent, submissive fiancée. Not anymore.
• He'd chosen Amber over me time and again. Pretending that there was still hope for us was a fool's dream.
• I glanced down at the man I had beneath me. Damien Volkov, king of all werewolf tribes. The Sterling Pack was nothing to him.
• Damien was powerful, mysterious and genuinely seemed like he was attracted to me.
• He was perfect.
• Perfect for the ultimate revenge against Aiden.
• Pushing my fears back into the far recesses of my mind, I met Damien's gaze head-on, gingerly placing my hands on his chest.
• "You want to know if I still have feelings for him?" I asked softly.
• Jaw clenched, he nodded shortly.
• "I don’t think I've felt anything for him for a while now." That technically wasn't true; my hatred for him had been festering.
• "My soul, my body, belongs to you. I belong to you now." I whispered as I leaned in slowly, giving him a chance to turn away or push me off.
• He did none of those things. Instead, he grabbed onto my hips and welcomed my kiss.
• My tongue latched unto his shyly, growing bolder as each charged minute ticked by.
• Everytime we kissed, it felt like the world was burning down. I couldn't get enough of the taste of whiskey mixed with the raw taste of him.
• Mirroring his actions from earlier, I played with his earlobe, nipping the smooth skin and immediately soothing it with my tongue.
• "Ah, such a good girl." He moaned. "You learn fast, pretty thing, don't you?"
• I writhed mindlessly against his growing erection as I sucked at his straining Adam's apple. It bobbed against my lips when he swallowed softly, muttering a low curse.
• "I want to please you." Was my answer, uttered on a long moan. I didn't anticipate how wild that would drive him.
• With another sharp curse, he pulled me off him and quickly but gently arranged me on all fours.
• "Show me what's mine, baby. Spread those pretty legs for me." He growled, pressing his clothed front against my naked back.
• Gasping, I was helpless to do anything but follow his directives. He wasted no time delving two fingers into my cunt, stretching me, getting me ready to take him.
• "Tell me you missed my fingers in you." He snarled against my ear.
• "I missed your fingers," I chanted, clutching at the sheets and battling the onslaught of sensations.
• Pumping his fingers in and out, he finger-fucked me with such skill, my eyes rolled to the back of my head in ecstasy.
• He was a pro at this and I couldn't fight the jealousy that arose when I thought of just who he had been practicing on.
• "I can't wait any longer." He panted, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean with an appreciative hum that turned my cheeks a bright red.
• "Need inside of you right now." In the blink of an eyes, his pants were off and his thick head poised at my sopping wet sex.
• Unlike last time, he eased slowly into me, taking his sweet time until I was thrashing around and begging him to fuck me already.
• "Please, Dominic." I whimpered. "Don't make me beg."
• "All in good time, baby." Finally, he pushed the last inch in and once again, I marvelled at just how perfectly we fit.
• His wrapped a hand around my hair and yanked gently. My clit jumped at the barely there twinge of pain and I pushed back against him.
• "What a greedy whore." He taunted while his hand landed on my left ass cheek. "Hold on, Princess. You're about to get the fuck of your life."
• There was no slow, only fast and rough. The lewd sound of skin smacking mixed with grunts and wails created the perfect soundtrack to the primal dance our bodies partook in.
• Damien pounded into me, slapping my ass and pulling my hair and treating me like a slut.
• I loved it.
• "Mine, Seraphina." His lips were pulled back in a grimace, his muscles straining and standing out in stark relief.
• "You're mine. I'm going to fuck every thought of him out your head."
• "Does he give to you as good as I do?" He continued, hips never slowly. "He pound you as well I do?"
• "He doesn't!" I cried, my hips bucking against him as I fucked him right back like a champ.
• "Prove it. Come for me." He rained down slaps on my ass as he kept on thrusting and thrusting and thrusting.
• My vision blurred and my entire body trembled as my release slammed into me like a freight train.
• "That's right. Fuck, you look so beautiful when you come."
• My voice went hoarse from screaming his name but I still couldn't stop.
• Couldn't think of anybody else except Damien Volkov ramming into me one last time and spilling into me.
• Aiden didn't deserve me.
• But maybe, just maybe, Damien did.
• And maybe, just maybe, I was ready to risk it all for him.
• "Mine."
• Yours.
• …
• I don't know how long had passed.
• When everything settled down, I lay exhausted next to him, not even able to move a finger.
• I could feel clearly that there seemed to be a deeper connection between us.
• It was a soulful imprint, more profound and indelible than the first mark.
• I could smell that my scent seemed to have taken on his sharp pine fragrance.
• It was as if I had truly become his possession.
• After a while, I heard the man's deep and satisfied voice above me.
• "Now, you can tell me what you want from me."
• I didn't answer immediately.
• I turned around and looked at the man who was so close.
• The moonlight outlined his perfect profile, his deep eyes shining remarkably in the darkness.
• I reached out and gently touched his face, saying clearly and firmly, word by word:
• "I want the Sterling Pack. I want Aiden and Amber to pay for everything they did today!"
• The man, upon hearing my words, didn't seem surprised.
• He grabbed the hand that was caressing his cheek, brought it to his lips, and lightly kissed it. There was a glint of pleasure and danger in his eyes, and a cruel curve on his thin lips.
• "Alright."
• "From today on, your enemies are my prey."