Bite the hand

Chapter 3: Velvet and Venom

Darius POV

“Finally free of that weak little mate. Show me how a true luna pleases her alpha.”

I stood in the center of my lavish chambers, the heavy velvet curtains drawn tight against the night. The room smelled of rich incense and the promise of fresh silk sheets on the massive four-poster bed. Golden candlelight danced across the walls. Elara Thorne knelt before me, her sleek raven hair loose and wild. Her emerald gown had already slipped off one shoulder, revealing smooth skin that glowed in the warm light.

Elara looked up at me with dark, hungry eyes. “As you wish, my alpha,” she purred, her voice thick with desire. She reached for the buckle of my belt, her fingers quick and eager. “Lila could never handle you like this. Too soft. Too scared to please a real wolf.”

I gripped her hair tightly and tilted her head back. A smirk curved my lips. “That is exactly right. She was always crying about feelings and pups. You know what this pack really needs.” I pulled her up roughly and kissed her hard, my tongue pushing into her mouth. Elara moaned against me and pressed her full body tight to mine.

I shoved her back onto the bed. Her gown tore away easily under my hands, leaving her completely naked. Her full breasts rose and fell with heavy breaths, her n*****s already hard. I stripped off my own clothes, my thick c**k springing free, hard and aching. Elara spread her legs wide for me, her p***y wet and shining.

“Take me, Darius,” she gasped. “Claim your new luna properly.”

I climbed over her and pinned one of her wrists above her head. My other hand moved between her thighs. I stroked her slick folds before pushing two thick fingers deep inside her. Elara arched off the bed with a loud moan, her hips grinding against my hand.

“Yes, just like that,” she breathed. “Harder. I can take everything you give.”

I added a third finger, thrusting them fast and deep while my thumb rubbed tight circles on her swollen c**t. Elara’s moans grew louder, raw and shameless. Her free hand clawed down my back, drawing blood that only made me thrust harder. I leaned down and sucked hard on one n****e, then the other, biting down until she cried out in pleasure.

“You are mine now,” I growled against her skin. “No more pretending for that pathetic girl. This alliance with your family will make Silverfang untouchable.”

I pulled my fingers out and lined up my c**k at her entrance. With one powerful thrust, I buried myself balls deep inside her tight heat. Elara screamed in ecstasy, her walls squeezing around my thick length. I set a brutal pace, pounding into her with long, possessive strokes. The wet sound of skin slapping skin filled the room along with our heavy breathing and moans.

“f**k, you feel so good,” I groaned, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. I flipped her onto her hands and knees, yanked her ass up high, and slammed back inside her from behind. Elara pushed back against me, meeting every thrust like the strong female she was.

“Deeper, alpha,” she begged, her voice breaking into whimpers. “Fill me. Make me yours completely.”

I reached around and rubbed her c**t fast while I f****d her harder. Sweat covered our bodies. I leaned over her back and bit her shoulder in a dominant claim. Elara came hard around my c**k, her whole body shaking as she cried out my name.

I did not stop. I kept thrusting through her orgasm, chasing my own release. “This is what power feels like,” I said between deep grunts. “Lila could never give me this. Never match this fire.”

Elara turned her head and kissed me sloppily over her shoulder. “She is gone now. Dead soon. I will give you strong heirs. I will stand beside you and rule.”

My pace became even more frantic. I pulled her hair, arching her back as I drove into her again and again. The bed creaked loudly under us. Elara came a second time, screaming into the pillows. Finally, with a deep roar, I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, pulsing thick ropes of c*m deep inside her.

We collapsed together, breathing heavily. I kept one arm wrapped possessively around her waist, my c**k still buried inside her warmth. Elara smiled against my chest, tracing patterns on my skin.

“That was perfect,” she whispered. “No more weakness in this pack.”

A loud knock sounded on the chamber door. I frowned but stayed inside her for a moment longer. “What is it?” I called out.

A messenger’s nervous voice came through the door. “Alpha, forgive the interruption. We searched the alleys after the escape. Lila’s body was never recovered. There is blood, but no corpse. The hunters are still out, but she may have survived the night.”

I sat up slowly, my golden eyes narrowing. A small flicker of surprise crossed my mind, but I pushed it away with arrogance. She was weak. She would not last long. “Find her. Or her head. I do not care which. She is nothing now.”

Lila POV

Meanwhile, in a dingy safe-house on the city outskirts, I huddled in the corner of a small, dusty room. The walls were cracked and the single bulb overhead flickered weakly. My torn ivory gown was stained with dirt and dried blood. My wrists still burned from the silver chains I had broken during my desperate escape. Every muscle ached, but I was alive.

I found some old rags in a corner and used them to clean the wound on my face from the guard’s slap. The pain lingered, but it also left a strange warmth spreading through my veins. My hidden curse. I needed to test it if I wanted any chance of surviving out here.

A thin stray cat wandered in through the broken window, looking hungry and wary. I reached out slowly with my hand. The cat hissed and scratched me sharply across my palm. Pain flared bright and hot. Instead of pulling away, I focused on the feeling. The curse stirred again. A small rush of strength flowed into me from the animal’s fear and wild resistance. My tired muscles felt less heavy. The burning in my wrists eased just a little.

I whispered softly to myself in the quiet room. “Shadowbite. That is who I am now. Not the weak luna anymore. Not Darius’s discarded mate.”

I tore another piece of cloth and bound my wounds tightly. My mind turned to the first small step in my plan. There was a low-level pack associate who handled some of Darius’s money dealings in the neutral zones. I could leak a small piece of information. Something quiet that would cost him a territory deal without revealing myself yet.

I stood up straighter than I had in days. The curse had given me a tiny edge, but it also felt dangerous, like it hungered for more pain and power. I tested my legs and moved around the small room, feeling the first real spark of determination since the ballroom.

The night outside felt heavy and watchful. I pressed a hand to my chest, remembering Darius’s cold stare and Elara’s triumphant smile. The public divorce still burned inside me, but so did a growing resolve.

Distant howls suddenly cut through the silence. They sounded close. Too close. Hunters were searching the area. My heart raced as I grabbed the hidden knife and pressed myself flat against the wall, listening carefully.

They were coming for me.