I didn’t sleep. I couldn’t.

My body was a battlefield, nerves frayed, skin sensitive, heat still rolling under my flesh like wildfire. That orgasm had taken the edge off... but just barely. I was still wet. Still burning. Still shaking with need.

And Kael knew it.

His scent lingered in the corridor, that dark, feral musk pine smoke, sweat, and something raw that made my thighs clench. I shifted restlessly on the bench, sensitive to the brush of my own skin. Everything ached.

They’d removed my restraints, but only because the guards refused to come near. One tried. Just one. He’d opened the cell door, stepped into my scent cloud, and dropped like a stone gagging, gasping, begging to be pulled out. His eyes had rolled back in his head.

They hadn’t tried again after that.

They left me alone.

Except for him.

The monster in the dark.

“Still aching, little flame?”

Kael’s voice dragged across my spine like claws rough and deep, made of gravel and hunger.

“I can feel it from here,” he growled. “You’re leaking again.” That greedy little cunt doesn’t know when to quit.

I flinched, breath catching.

He had no right to speak to me like that.

And yet... my clit throbbed at the words.

“Don’t you ever get tired of talking like a brute?” I snapped.

“Not when your pussy clenches every time I do.”

A dark chuckle echoed through the corridor.

He was right. And it made me burn hotter.

“I need” I started, but the words tangled in my throat.

“Say it,” he demanded.

“No.”

“You will.”

I stood.

Legs trembling.

Every step toward the bars felt like surrender. My shift clung to my hips, soaked and torn, slipping off one shoulder. I didn’t care how I looked bare underneath, scent flooding the corridor, thighs slick with shame and want.

I needed something only he could give.

And gods help me… I didn’t care what I had to give up to get it.

My hands wrapped around the bars. Cold steel grounded me barely. I looked up and met Kael’s eyes. Dim light from the ceiling flickered across the sweat-slicked lines of his chest. Chains wrapped around his arms and throat like heavy silver vines.

He wasn’t pacing.

He was waiting.

Like a predator.

Like my end.

“Touch me,” I whispered.

Kael’s nostrils flared.

His cock swelled beneath those ruined pants, thick, heavy, barely restrained.

“I’ll break these bars,” he warned. “You tempt me again, I will make you bleed.”

My thighs clenched.

“I’m not afraid.”

“No?” His voice dropped. “You should be.”

He stepped as close as the chains allowed.

And then, with a hiss of metal, the wall between us slid open. A narrow panel controlled from somewhere above. Just enough for an arm to pass through. No sound. No key.

Someone was watching.

“They want me to snap,” Kael muttered. “They’re hoping I lose control. That I take you apart on camera.”

He stepped to the slit.

Raised one hand.

And slowly extended it through.

His fingers were large, veined, and scarred hands that had killed. Hands that could ruin.

“Come here, Omega,” he murmured. Take what you need. But don’t forget who gives it.”

I hesitated.

Just for a second.

What am I doing?

My body was betraying me. But wasn’t this what I wanted? What do I crave?

Or was this what the bond wanted?

A thread pulled deep beneath my ribs, sharp, instinctive, inescapable.

And then I moved.

His palm found my cheek first hot and rough. My skin sparked under the touch. I searched into it, breath shuddering. His thumb dragged along my lower lip.

“So soft,” he rasped. “Your heat’s worse now.” I can feel it. Your scent is like fire.

He let his hand drift throat, breastbone, lower.

“And this greedy little body,” he whispered, “still begging for relief.”

I whimpered. “Yes…”

“Then beg.”

I didn’t want to.

But gods, I needed to.

His hand slipped between my thighs.

His fingers found my folds slick and swollen. He didn’t hesitate. He spread me open, dragging his fingertips through my mess.

I gasped.

My knees buckled.

“Dripping,” he hissed. Fucking soaked. You’re like a feast spread out for me.

He pressed his thumb into my clit hard enough to make me cry out. But still... he didn’t go inside.

“You don’t get my fingers until you earn them.”

My hips bucked. My pride cracked.

“Please, Kael,” I whispered, nearly sobbing. “I need you.” I need to be filled. I’ll do anything just…just touch me.

“Anything?”

His voice was a snarl now.

I nodded. Breathless.

And finally

He pushed one finger inside.

I screamed.

My walls clamped down, slick coating his hand. He growled low, the sound vibrating through my bones.

“So tight,” he snarled. “And this is just one finger? You’ll shatter when I fuck you for real.”

Another finger.

He didn’t wait. He curled them inside me with slow, punishing strokes. His thumb never left my clit, dragging, circling, relentless.

I couldn’t stop shaking. Couldn’t stop grinding against him. Couldn’t stop the heat building so violently I thought I’d combust.

“Feel that?” he whispered. “That’s your body remembering me.”

“I… I…” I was breaking.

“Come for me, Omega.”

And I did.

The orgasm ripped through me raw and feral. My scream echoed through the cell. I convulsed, soaked, shattered. My entire body was locked up around him. I was sobbing, gasping, grinding until my body gave out.

Kael didn’t move.

He held me in his fingers, gently. Ultimately.

Then pulled out slowly, slickly trailing behind.

“You think that was enough?” he asked, his voice darker now. “You think that was relief?”

He lifted his fingers.

Licked them clean.

“Next time,” he growled, licking slowly and deliberately,

“It won’t be my fingers.”

“Next time…

It’ll be my cock.”