Bound By His Rules {MM Steamy Compilation}

Slave Me, Daddy Alpha 9

9 ~ Before The Mating Ceremony.

JAYDEN's POV

Rafael pinned me to the wall, his thick length pulsing right at my entrance like it had a mind of its own. His breaths were sharp, his hands rough and commanding against my waist.

“D-Don’t you need lube or something?” I asked, my voice breathless, my thighs trembling, not entirely from fear, but anticipation.

“No,” he growled, his eyes burning into mine, “a slutty, dripping hole like yours doesn’t need any help.”

Excuse me?!

Before I could react to that disrespectful compliment, the tip of his length pressed in, and f**k, my breath caught in my throat. My back arched like a bowstring, the sensation overwhelming.

“Please…” I gasped, “fill me up, Daddy.”

I scrambled for something to hold on to. Maybe a wall, his arms, his thick ego or anything.

He began to slide into me with slow, tormenting precision. My body jerked slightly as he pushed in deeper. My arms instinctively wrapped around his broad shoulders, anchoring myself.

My hole was burning deliciously.

“F-f**k—You got bigger,” I whimpered, my eyes misting with tears.

Rafael chuckled, his lips brushing against my ear. “I’m not bigger. You just forgot how much you missed this length inside you.”

He cupped my mouth with his hand, silencing my cries as he sank all the way in. I felt full. Owned. f*****g stretched. And he hadn’t even moved yet.

My legs trembled.

“That’s it,” he muttered darkly. “Now I’m going to teach you why you should have never awaken the beast in me.”

~So that the plan? Seriously, Jayden, what the hell are you doing?~

Kasper’s voice in my head was the buzzkill I didn’t ask for. I responded via the mind link: “The plan?”

~Yes! You were supposed to tease him. Make him crave you. Even if he chooses a mate tonight, he would still be haunted by you. That was the deal. Not... this!~

Oh.

Oops.

I blinked, then whispered in a trembling voice, playing innocent, “I-It’s going to tear me apart. Please... use a lube. I promise to be a good slut.”

The plea must’ve hit somewhere in his primitive, dominant brain. He paused, pulled out slowly—so slowly—his length wet and twitching.

Then he got off the bed and walked towards the wardrobe, clearly searching for lube.

I sprinted toward the bed, snatched my trousers with expert agility, and bolted for the door like a goddamn Olympic Omega.

“Where the f**k do you think you’re going?!” Rafael roared, his voice echoing through the room.

I glanced back to see him.

His thick length glistened with precum, swinging like a pendulum of death and pleasure as he chased me. I swallowed the urge to run to him and bend over.

“Yearn for me, Daddy Alpha,” I purred, licking my lips dramatically.

Then I yanked open the door and disappeared into the hallway like a sexy, nude thief in the night.

That’s when I realized that I was completely naked. No boxers. No trousers. Just me, my shame, and my still-throbbing entrance in the cold hallway.

“s**t,” I muttered.

Too late to turn back. I could feel Rafael’s heated glare still burning into my skin from the doorway.

The hall was silent and there were no souls in sight. Just me, half-dressed and trying to act casual.

I turned back one last time.

There he was, standing at the entrance. Furious. But there was also… lust. So. Much. Lust.

That flicker of softness in his eyes made my lips twitch into a triumphant little smirk. I slowly bent down and pulled my trousers on in the hallway, dramatic and deliberate, as if I were putting on a show just for him.

Once dressed, I gave him a wink.

Then turned and sauntered off toward the restroom. I knew he was still watching. He was probably going to jerk off thinking of me. Which, honestly, was the goal.

I entered the restroom and slammed the door behind me, my bare feet slapping against the cold tiles. “Damn,” I hissed, my heart racing. “That was too close.”

I leaned against the wall, my chest heaving, and I turned toward the basin. Cold, freezing water splashed onto my trembling hands. My fingers twitched as the icy droplets ran down to my wrists, awakening a memory I hadn’t dared to speak of.

Three nights ago.

It came like a phantom—those cold hands ghosting over my bare skin while I slept, a touch too real to be part of a dream. I was a moaning mess. And when I woke up…

Cum. Everywhere. My sheets were drenched. Sticky. Hot. And not all of it was mine.

The worst part? The scent.

It was foreign. Not my own.

Whoever had been there wanted something from me. Something more than just release. A claim. A mark. A warning.

I blinked the thought away and scrubbed at my shirt until the stains faded, even though a part of me wanted to keep them. Proof. Of him. Of me. Of us.

Once clean—well, passably clean—I crept back into the kitchen, where the kitchen head stood with arms crossed like a war general who had seen far too much battle.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my eyes downcast. “I had no choice.”

Her lips thinned. “This is your last job.”

She didn’t yell. She didn’t even scold. But the finality in her voice hit harder than a slap. I had heard of silent dismissals, but this? THIS was a punch to the soul.

So that was it. No job. No pay. No safety net.

But if I could capture Rafael’s heart… If I could make him see me beyond this soft skin and sinful mouth… maybe, just maybe, I would carve a space for myself in this world.

The mating ceremony started shortly after.

The grand ballroom sparkled like a shrine of crystal and moonlight. Ornate chandeliers hung from the ceiling like frozen tears, casting soft glows on the marble floors below.

We waiters and waitresses glided between tables with trays, dressed in standard uniforms that didn’t hide how stiff we were with nerves. I held a tray of wine goblets like they were sacred relics and tried not to spill any.

One by one, the powerful members of the kingdom began to arrive.

Alpha Zane, the reigning king, made his entrance in dramatic fashion. A long obsidian cloak trailed behind him like midnight mist, each embroidered thread glinting silver beneath the chandeliers. His crown rested atop thick silver hair, eyes sharp as a sword unsheathed.

At his side, Luna Iris glowed with ethereal grace. She wore a flowing gown made of moon-spun silk, the pale blue fabric clinging to her body like a second skin. Intricate lunar symbols shimmered along the sleeves, catching the light with every motion.

They approached their thrones—two towering, ornately carved seats on a raised platform—and settled in with regal poise.

A hush fell over the hall as the ceremonial master stepped forward. Elder Mithra, one of the oldest and most revered werewolves in the kingdom, raised her arms and began the rites.

“Tonight,” she announced, her voice carrying like wind through the forest, “we honor the Moon Goddess, She Who Watches. We offer this ceremony in her sacred name, that bonds may be forged in flesh and spirit.”

A collective bow followed. Everyone, regardless of rank, lowered their heads. Even Alpha Zane tilted his chin in reverence.

Meanwhile, I stood at the back of the room like an ornament nobody wanted. My tray was still half-filled with wine, but I had no intention of returning to the kitchen. I lingered, pretending to scan the crowd, but really… I was waiting. I was waiting for him.

And then, like the drop of the final note in a symphony, he appeared.