“I don’t answer to you. I don’t kneel to your f*****g rites. I don’t care what this altar was built for.”
He slammed into Sera.
Once.
Hard.
She choked on a moan.
Her body jerked.
Her cunt squelched around him, a messy, obscene sound that echoed through the sacred space like sin made flesh.
Lucien looked back at the priestess.
“If I want to f**k her here, I will. If I want to f**k you too, I will.”
He pulled back.
Thrust again.
The table shook.
Sera cried out.
Lucien never broke eye contact.
“I am your Alpha,” he growled. “So shut the f**k up. Or I’ll rip that pretty little robe off your body and f**k you on the floor like a priestess in heat.”
The priestess stepped back.
But only once.
Her face was tight.
Her voice cracked.
“You don’t know how much power this Omega has,
