Chapter10
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Claimed in the Shadow
Sebastian's pov
My wolf roared inside my chest, clawing at my insides, demanding I rip that Beta's throat out for daring to touch her. For daring to put his filthy hands on what was mine.
No. Not mine. She wasn't mine. She was nobody. Just a girl. Just a distraction. Just a..My hand was around her wrist before I could think. Before I could stop myself. The touch sent electricity shooting up my arm, straight to my c**k.
"We need to talk," I growled, my voice barely human.
"Sebastian, what are you doing?" Lyanna's voice cut through the haze of rage, concern lacing every word.
I didn't answer my daughter. Couldn't. If I opened my mouth, I'd say something I'd regret. Do something worse.
"Let go of me," Serenye demanded, trying to pull away. But her voice was breathless, excited, not scared. The little minx was enjoying this.
That realization made my wolf howl with satisfaction and my fury burn hotter. She'd done this deliberately. Grinding against that Beta, letting him touch her, smiling at me while another man's hands roamed her body.
Testing me. Pushing me. Trying to break my control. Well, congratulations, little Omega. You succeeded. I dragged her through the crowd, ignoring the stares, the whispers, Lyanna calling my name. My daughter would have questions later. Let her ask. Right now, I don't give a f**k about anything except getting Serenye alone.
"You're hurting me," she complained, but made no real effort to escape.
"Good," I snarled. I pulled her down a hallway, away from the party's noise and lights. Found a door, kicked it open. Some kind of study room. Books lining the walls, a desk, chairs. Perfect.
I shoved her inside and slammed the door behind us, locking it with a decisive click. She stumbled but caught herself, spinning to face me. Her chest heaved, making those perfect t**s threaten to spill from that excuse for a dress. Her eyes were wide but not with fear. With anticipation.
"What the hell is your problem?" she demanded, hands on her hips.
My problem? My f*****g problem?
I crossed the distance between us in two strides, backing her against the wall. Both my hands slammed against the surface on either side of her head, caging her in.
"My problem," I said, each word dripping with venom, "is watching you parade yourself like a w***e in front of every male with a cock."
Her eyes flashed with anger. "How dare you call me,"
"Did I stutter?" I leaned closer, my face inches from hers. "That's exactly what you were doing. Letting that Beta grind his d**k against your ass, touching you, probably whispering all the filthy things he wanted to do to you."
"So what if he was?" She lifted her chin defiantly. "You rejected me, remember? You made it very clear you didn't want me. So why the f**k do you care who touches me? Who f***s me?"
The word "f***s" coming from those pretty lips made my c**k throb painfully in my pants. Made my wolf snarl with possessive rage.
"You think I rejected you?" I laughed, the sound harsh and bitter. "Little girl, if I'd actually rejected you, you wouldn't have spent the last three nights fingering yourself while moaning my name."
Color flooded her cheeks, but she didn't deny it. Couldn't. We both knew the truth.
"I was just trying to get your attention," she said, her voice dropping to something softer, more dangerous. "Clearly, it worked."
"Oh, you have my attention now," I promised darkly. "Every single bit of it."
My hand moved before I could stop it, sliding up her bare thigh, feeling the smoothness of her skin, the way she trembled under my touch. She gasped, her pupils dilating.
"Is this what you wanted?" I demanded, my fingers tracing higher. "To make me lose control? To make me so f*****g jealous I couldn't see straight?"
"Yes," she breathed, no hesitation. Her honesty was as infuriating as it was arousing.
"Why?" My thumb brushed the edge of her panties. So close to where she was probably dripping wet. "Why me, Serenye? Why not that Beta? Or any of the other males falling over themselves for a chance with you?"
"Because they're not you." Her hands came up, gripping my shirt, pulling me closer. "Because none of them make me feel like this. Like I'm burning alive. Like I'll die if I don't have them."
Fuck. f**k.
I knew exactly what she meant because I felt it too. This wasn't a normal attraction. This was an obsession. Madness. Something dark and consuming that I couldn't escape no matter how hard I tried.
"You're playing a dangerous game," I warned, my voice rough.
"Then play with me." Her lips were so close to mine I could feel her breath. "Stop fighting it. Stop pretending you don't want me."
My control, that iron discipline I'd maintained for five years, cracked. Shattered. Exploded into a million pieces.
I kissed her. Hard. Brutal. Claiming her mouth like I wanted to claim every inch of her body. She moaned, opening for me immediately, her tongue meeting mine in a battle for dominance neither of us would win.
She tasted like sin and salvation, like everything forbidden and everything I'd ever craved. My hands tangled in her hair, tilting her head back so I could devour her more completely.
Her nails dug into my shoulders, probably drawing blood through my shirt. Good. Mark me. Brand me. Make me yours as much as I'm making you mine.
I bit her bottom lip, hard enough to break her skin. She cried out, and I tasted copper, sweet and metallic. My wolf howled in savage satisfaction.
"Sebastian," she whimpered against my mouth, her hips rolling against mine, seeking friction.
Hearing my name fall from her lips like a prayer snapped something in me. My hand slid back up her thigh, this time with purpose. I could feel the heat of her p***y through the thin fabric of her panties. Feel how wet she was. For me.
My fingers hooked in the elastic, ready to rip them off, to plunge inside her and feel her clench around me, to make her scream.
No.
The word echoed through my mind like a gunshot. No. Not like this. Not in some f*****g study room at a college party. Not when I was this out of control, this close to completely losing myself.
She deserved better. Even if she was trying to destroy me, even if this was all some game, she deserved better than a quick, brutal f**k against a wall. And I needed to figure out what the hell she was doing to me before I completely lost my mind.
I pulled back abruptly, my chest heaving, every muscle in my body screaming in protest. My c**k was so hard it hurt, throbbing insistently, demanding I finish what I'd started.
Serenye stared at me with dazed eyes, her lips swollen and bleeding, her dress hiked up around her hips. She looked thoroughly ravaged. Absolutely beautiful.
"Why did you stop?" she whispered, confusion and frustration warring in her expression. I forced myself to take a step back. Then another. Putting distance between us before I did something irreversible.
"You want to play games, little Omega?" I said, my voice cold despite the fire raging inside me. "Fine. But understand this. When I finally take you, and I will take you, you'll beg me never to stop. You'll forget every other man who's ever touched you. You'll be so thoroughly mine that the thought of anyone else will make you sick."
Her breath hitched, her thighs pressing together.
"Until then," I continued, adjusting myself roughly, not caring that she could see exactly how affected I was, "Stay the f**k away from me. Because next time, I won't stop."
I turned and walked toward the door, each step requiring more willpower than the last.
"Sebastian," she called out.
I paused, my hand on the lock, but didn't turn around. Couldn't. If I looked at her again, I'd break.
"This isn't over," she said, and I could hear the promise in her voice.
"No," I agreed quietly. "It's just beginning."
I unlocked the door and walked out, leaving her trembling and desperate in the shadows. Exactly like she'd left me.
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