Bound By His Rules {MM Steamy Compilation}

Slave Me, Daddy Alpha 7

7 ~ The Messy Plan.

JAYDEN’s POV

“I’ll do it instead,” I said, stepping closer to the kitchen head, trying to compose my trembling voice.

She raised a brow, her lips twisting into something cruel. “Really? You expect me to send you?”

“You don’t have a choice.” I forced a smile, almost a grin. “I’m the last option left.”

She sighed, her eyes flicking away as her chest rose with irritation. After a long pause, she shoved the tray into my hands. “Fine. Five minutes. Or you lose your job.”

My fingers curled around the silver handles as I smiled genuinely this time. “Noted, ma’am.”

I turned and walked away, my feet barely touching the tiled floor. I was finally on my way to Alpha Rafael’s room.

The royal halls were buzzing, flooded with nobles and pack dignitaries. Sophia and some of the other waiters had been sent off to a separate event, while the rest of us weren’t even meant to be here.

The kitchen head wouldn’t dare let me near Rafael after last time. Not since I had been caught naked, dripping with need, sprawled across his sheets like a common heat-driven w***e.

~I didn’t think you would stoop this low just to see Rafael again. My. f*****g. Jayden.~

Kasper’s voice thundered through the mind-link, exasperated and mocking.

“Dude, chill,” I muttered internally. “This is the last time. I swear.”

~Not after you tripped Michael down the stairs and left him with a broken leg.~

“Point of correction. Sophia did that.”

~She did it for you. So you could sneak in. So you could burn off that heat between your thighs. Slutty little Omega.~

I gasped. “Did you just call me that?!”

~Yes, and you liked it. There’s nothing you can do about it.~

“Didn’t you also loved it the last time? Can you remember how many days you went stirring and growling? Will you stop making me feel bad?”

~Not until you apologize to Michael.~

I nodded with a racing heart, but it wasn’t Kasper’s words that caused it. It was the door in front of me—Alpha Rafael’s room. I reached for the handle with trembling fingers.

~Slutty b***h. Your hole’s twitching already.~

“I love it that way,” I whispered, grinning as I slipped inside.

His scent was in the air, with the smoky edge of dominance. It wrapped around me like chains, dragging me back into memory. Into need.

It was happening again.

I inhaled deeper, my thighs clenching, and my hips shifting with betrayal. The heat came in waves.

I shut the door gently behind me with the edge of my foot and padded toward the center table, setting down the tray with shaky fingers. My eyes swept across the room. His bed. The curtains. The shadows.

Then, I saw his outfit for the mating ceremony. A dark, regal coat laced with gold embroidery. Crisp white linen. A thick silver belt, the symbol of his heir status etched boldly at the buckle. And beside it… his boxers. Black. Plain. Still holding the memory of his body.

My breath caught.

I climbed slowly onto the bed, like a thief trespassing in a king’s chamber. Crawling forward on hands and knees, I reached for the fabric like it was sacred.

Time slowed.

The world dulled.

My fingers brushed the front of the boxers. The spot where his length would have rested. I bit my lower lip as a moan escaped.

I didn’t think of anything else. I just obeyed the need that clawed at me. My tongue slipped out, trailing along the front, tasting dried salt and the faint musk that still lingered.

I whimpered.

Falling onto the mattress, I clutched the fabric to my chest. My hands moved to my belt, unbuckling it with trembling fingers.

When it loosened, I tugged down my pants and boxers in one slow, aching motion. My length stood hard, slick at the tip. Already leaking.

And I was on Rafael’s bed. In his house.

I couldn’t stop the gasp that trembled from my lips. This was it. This was my perfect little dream. Actually, my dream turned reality.

I wrapped my left hand around it gently, teasing myself, and a moan slipped free, my head falling back into the soft pillow that still carried Rafael’s scent.

Up and down.

Slow and steady.

Each stroke dragged a groan from my throat.

I reached for his boxers—the ones I had licked seconds ago—and pressed the fabric over my lips. I pushed the thick center part—the part that once hugged his length—into my mouth. The moment it touched my tongue, I shivered. It was warm with old desire, soaked with his musk, and I tasted the ghost of his pre-c*m.

This was wrong on every level, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. If this was hell, I would gladly burn for it.

“The Moon Goddess will forgive me,” I whispered into the cloth. “She knows I’m only answering a call.”

I jerked forward, licking his boxers faster, my tongue rolling desperately against the fabric as my hand stroked harder. My hips lifted off the bed in surrender, chasing every drop of pleasure like a cursed thing.

Then a voice echoed in my head: Filthy Omega, suck faster. c*m for me.

I whimpered at the sound of Rafael’s imagined command.

“Yes, Alpha,” I moaned breathlessly.

But, the bathroom door creaked open.

The real Rafael.

Flesh and fury.

He was naked from the waist up. His muscles tensed. His silver eyes locked onto mine with deadly precision.

Time collapsed.

I couldn’t stop. Not anymore.

My body arched as the orgasm tore through me like a hurricane. My moan filled the air, broken and beautiful, as thick, creamy ropes of c*m shot upwards, landing shamelessly on his bed, his shirt, and my shirt.

Rafael froze.

His jaw tightened. His shoulders went rigid. Fury radiating off of him in waves. His fists clenched, but his gaze dropped straight to my twitching length.

I licked my lips, lazily riding out the orgasm, my breath hitching.

“Oh—f**k… that was good,” I moaned, my voice hoarse with satisfaction. “Your bed made me c*m, Alpha. Looks like he’s better than you.”

I smirked, devilish and ruined, my hand still moving with slow, teasing strokes.

“You b***h!” He snapped. “How dare you do this in my room? On my bed? On the day of my mating ceremony!?”

And just like that, he was on me.

He lunged forward and gripped the collar of my shirt, yanking me up with violent force. Our faces were inches apart. His breath hit my lips like fire, and I moaned at the contact.

I exhaled right in his face. His body went still. His eyes fluttered. Something cracked inside him.

A small smile tugged at my lips. And then I slammed my mouth against his.

I pulled him closer, wrapping my arms around his thick neck, whining into the kiss like a slut in heat. My length twitched, even though I had just c*m. My whole body still trembled with need.

Rafael groaned loudly. For a second, he kissed me back.

~Looks like you achieved your aim.~

Oh, not now, Kasper… Of all times, my bastard wolf had to speak?

I slowly helped Rafael lower into the bed. His skin felt hot against mine, heavy with tension I knew all too well. Then his eyes fluttered open, locking onto mine with that familiar fire I thought I would never see again.

Without a word, I slid my creamy fingers between our mouths, moaning as I licked every trace of my release from them. I let my saliva coat them thoroughly, until it dripped down to my wrist. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, letting my saliva mix with his.

“Right now, I'm shameless,” I whispered. “I’ll scream until the walls break down. I'm not afraid to face it anymore. My body—” I leaned closer, brushing my lips over the shell of his ear, “—needs you more than I want you.”

My right hand began its slow descent. From his tense shoulders, down the sculpted plane of his chest, every inch of him a memory carved into my brain. I reached the tightly wrapped towel around his waist.

Still, he said nothing. He just watched possessively.

I tugged the towel loose.

And there it was.

His length. Hard. Thick. Angry red and pulsing. A bead of precum clung to the tip, glistening like it was begging me to taste it.

“You can't have enough of me, Daddy Alpha,” I murmured, licking my bottom lip. “I’m shameless for you.”

I didn’t wait for his answer.

I slowly let him fall beside me on the bed and I crossed over. I licked the tip slowly. My tongue swirled around it, and I moaned when I tasted him. That tangy, intoxicating taste I craved every f*****g night since he left.

“That’s—f-f**k—I want more.” He writhed, stopping his hands from touching my hair.

“Your wish is my command,” I purred.

I took more of him into my mouth, letting my teeth barely graze the swollen head. Just enough to make his hips jerk beneath me. My hand wrapped around the base, stroking in rhythm with my lips, my tongue dancing in sinful spirals.

He taught me this. He turned me into this.

A filthy, devoted slut who could never look at another without remembering the way he used to f**k me.

I couldn’t be what I promised him—a slut for others. Because no one tasted like Rafael. No one hurt like he did. No one f****d my heart and left it leaking the way he had. But that didn’t mean I wouldn’t act like a slut now.

Let’s see how well he handled that.