“I want it.”

The words left my lips before I could take them back.

Not because they weren’t true.

But because they were.

So raw. So real. So shamefully true, it scared me.

I felt the shift in the air. Like something ancient stirred when I said it. Like Kael had been waiting for that exact phrase to crack something open inside him.

“Say it again,” he growled.

“Beg me this time.”

My thighs trembled. My pulse thudded in my ears. The heat in my belly was unbearable now, coiling, stabbing, cruel. My inner walls clenched over and over, pulsing with no relief. Slick slid down my thighs, soaking the bench beneath me.

I ached.

I throbbed.

But still… I hesitated.

Why was I giving in to him?

Why did it feel like I was made to?

“Say. It.”

His voice crashed into me like thunder. I heard the chain jolt behind the bars, tight, violent. He was testing his restraints. Testing me.

“I… I want it,” I gasped. “Please…”

The air in the Pit thickened. Like breathing through honey. Like lust was alive and clawing through the bars with us.

“There she is…” Kael’s voice dropped to a purr. The filthy little flame. I knew she was there somewhere.

I wanted to scream. Not from fear. Not even pain.

Frustration.

Every breath made it worse. Every second without touch made me spiral.

“Let me guess,” Kael murmured. Your thighs are slick. Your hole’s clenching. But your fingers haven’t helped.

“You’re too scared to touch yourself. Too proud to be a monster.”

“Stop,” I whispered, my voice shaking.

Even as my hips shifted. Even as I started grinding against the cold bench, chasing friction I didn’t want to need.

“Don’t lie to me, Omega,” he rasped. “You’ve been flooding the floor since they wheeled you in.”

He was right. And we both knew it.

My heat had grown unbearable. My scent clung to every stone in this cell. Musky. Wet. Wild. It wasn’t just a flare, it was a call.

Kael stepped forward and this time, I saw him in full.

The light from the wall lamps flickered just enough to catch onto the sweat-slick lines of his chest. Muscles are tight and coiled, covered in ink. Wolf sigils, ancient runes, bite-mark scars. His pants hung dangerously low on his hips, torn and stained. A thick silver collar chained him to the wall.

But nothing about him looked caged.

“They locked me up because I broke during a rut,” he said. “Said I was too far gone.” “But I wasn’t mad. I was awake.”

He dragged in a breath slow and deep.

“And now I know why they kept me breathing.” “I was made for this.” “Made to tame you.”

Something in my chest pulled at his words deeply and unrelentingly. Not just. Not just need.

Recognition.

A tether tugged beneath my ribs. A thread I couldn’t see.

Was that… the bond?

A whimper slipped from my throat. I didn’t know if it was the bond, the scent, or the promise in his voice. But my body responded like it already belonged to him.

“F–fuck,” I moaned. "It’s too much… I can’t ”

“Touch yourself,” Kael said.

I froze.

“No one’s watching but me.” “Let me hear how wet you are, Ardyn.” “Show me how bad you want the monster in the cage.”

Shame coiled tight in my chest. But it didn’t win.

It never stood a chance.

With trembling fingers, I slid my hand down, past the thin scrap of cloth clinging to my soaked thighs. My heat-drunk brain barely registered the motion before I found my clit swollen, aching and rubbed in slow, shuddering circles.

A moan ripped from my throat, feral and broken.

“That’s it,” Kael groaned, his chains rattling. “That’s my little flame." Rub that pretty cunt for me.”

My fingers moved faster. Slick sounds filled the cell, filthy, wet, obscene. I was falling apart. My hips bucked against my own hand, my other hand gripping the bench for balance.

“You’re lucky I’m chained,” Kael growled.

“Because if I wasn’t, I’d be inside you by now.”

“Filling that tight hole until you scream my name.”

I cried out, legs twitching, body tight as a bow.

“Please” I gasped.

“Please what?” he snarled.

“Touch me. Kael please. I need…I need you”

“Say it.”

“I want your fingers inside me!”

The words tore out of me like a confession. Dirty. Honest. Desperate.

Kael’s breath hitched.

And then, slowly, he licked his palm.

“Guess I’ll have to imagine how good you’d feel around me.”

That did it.

The orgasm crashed into me suddenly and savagely. I screamed, legs jerking, body convulsing in the restraints as I went hard. My slick coated my fingers, dripped down the bench. I sobbed with the force of it, half from release, half from the ache that still lingered.

And Kael?

He didn’t look away. Not once.

When I collapsed, limp and spent, Kael’s voice became softer again now.

But still sharp.

“That was just the first wave.” “It’s going to come back stronger.”

I knew he was right.

Already, I felt it building again beneath the aftershocks. The bond thread pulsed tighter.

“Next time, little flame…” he whispered,

“You won’t be allowed to touch yourself.”

I looked up, dizzy and dazed.

“Next time…”

“It’ll be my fingers stretching you open.” “My cock filling you until you forget your own name.”

A violent tremor ran through my core.

My slick was still fresh in the air. My heat wasn’t satisfied it was activated. And Kael was feeding it like fire on oil.

His chains creaked one last time as he stepped back into shadow.

“Sleep while you can, Ardyn,” he said. “Because next time your wave hits…

I’m going to make you scream for real.”