TYLER'S POV

“She's 22.” I let out a sigh as my eyes skimmed through the documents that contained detailed information about Nyla.

Turning the last page, my lips curled in a mischievous grin as I put the document on the coffee table and crossed my legs.

“Nyla!” I called in urgency, looking expectantly at the closed door of my bedroom where she had been after stubbornly refusing to resume her duties as my personal room server.

“What?” she hissed, stepping away from me with wide eyes, like my age was poison.

“Fuck you! I'd rather die than obey you!” She swore as she threw the door open and stood with her hands planted on her waist.

I've never seen anyone more stiff-necked in my entire life. I find it funny, meanwhile if someone else had tried to be so unyielding with me, I'd send the person's head on a platter to the other Omegas as an example to never mess with me. But with Nyla, it feels so natural for me to enjoy her tantrums.

“Undress,” I said in a commanding voice, surprising us both.

“You want me to strip for you after your dogs just tore me apart? You’ve got a real kink for cruelty, don’t you?”

I knew that I wanted her the moment I walked in on her making a man forget his family history and moan loudly like a woman in labor.

“It seems like you need help stripping.” I pushed myself off the couch and walked up to her in sure, long strides.

“A minute, you're locking me up like a common criminal, next thing you made me your servant and now you fucking want me to obediently take off my clothes under your scrutinizing, soul-searching gaze. Who the hell do you think you are? What do you take me for?” She yelled, unapologetically thrusting her hands forward to push me.

“No,” I said, louder this time, louder than the pain in my chest, louder than the tears threatening to spill. “You can beat me again. Kill me, if that’s the plan. But I won’t give you that power over me.”

I caught her hands before they could get to me, twisting them behind her, I ripped her dress off with one drag at the bustline where her breasts swelled proudly. Before her dress could drop to the floor, I already pushed her against the wall and locked her hands above her head with one hand, making her gasp in confusion.

“That was so easy.” I laughed at how flustered she looked as her cheeks turned pink and my attention focused solely on the rich lush curve of her lips.

Tracing a path down her curves, my free hand paused on her thigh to lift one long leg over my hip before sliding obsessively between her legs and releasing two fingers to the folds of her foreskin. Our eyes locked, she parted her lips and made a helpless sound as she began to move her hips against my hand, riding my fingers as her pupils rolled to the back of her head in a reflexive manner.

“Good girl.” I praised, slowly rubbing both fingers over her slick foreskin. “You're so ready for my fingers are dripping from your wetness. I'm not surprised, you didn't reach your peak when you were riding that pierced cock.”

“Fucking stop!” She yelled, making my fingers momentarily stay still. “Fucking stop talking and take me now!” she refocused her eyes on me, making me loosen my grip on her hands so that she clutched at my shoulders.

“Damn!” I thrust my fingers into her without hesitation and fitted my lips to hers without warning.

Her sweet honeyed taste made my tongue plunge into her mouth. Her repellent attempt to avoid the kiss made it easier for me to access her mouth. I kissed her again and again, as if I could devour her. She could be edible at that moment for all I cared.

Stroking her with my long fingers, she sobbed out unidentifiable words that ended as a hiss between kisses. I teased her, circling her entrance before letting my fingers glide into her again. She was wet, and so soft, so hot that I had to bite down and urge to throw her to the floor and sink so deep within her that I might forget my name just like that man she had been riding.

I was driving us both insane, so I had to reluctantly pause the kiss to curse and stare into her eyes again. Her wide and brown eyes were wild with desire.

“I like the way your eyes seem to change color to expose every emotion.” I grumbled, feeling her stiffen against me as she bit back a cry.

A purely male satisfaction thrummed through me, along with a deep, primal surge of possession as her cheeks flushed hot and red. I ignored it, concentrating on the wet heat in my hands, the ecstasy I felt already within her reach.

“Stop holding back and come for me, Nyla.” I whispered gruffly, pressing a kiss to her lips to muffle a throaty cry as her body shattered into pieces at my command.

She was lost. Just as I was. We are long far gone. Before she could recollect herself, I unfastened my belt and pushed down my pants so that my erect cock poked at her entrance. Her eyes clashed into mine when she came back to herself only for me to ram into her with a reckless abandon.

She fit me like a glove. Like a benediction. Her soft moans drove me wild. Never allowing her leg to slide to the floor, I slid out and slowly thrusted into her again. Deliberately setting a lazy, unhurried pace that had her panting in a mixture of need and frustration. Her hips rose to meet mine. Her back arched to get closer, to speed him on. Ignoring my own hunger, her wordless demands and the pounding of my blood, I kept it slow.

Easy. Devastating. But breathtaking.

Her eyes fluttered shut, and her breath came faster and faster, her moans turned helpless and pleading. She couldn't seem to catch her breath, to tamp down her disastrous yearn. I still maintained that same measured pace, that same iron mastery, turning her incandescent beneath me.

The tempting swell of her breasts diverted my eyes from her face, so I bent to them and licked the sweet flesh I found there. She tasted like cream with the faintest hint of peach and her own feminine musk. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, nibbling on each one of them as she cried out my name.

“Come for me again, Nyla.”

This time, she screamed my name in a mindless pleasure as she reached a blissful peak and came undone. She dug her nails into the skin of my neck where she held on to for dear life.

She's mine.

“Get ready for the mating ceremony tomorrow. I've to fully claim you.” Pushing my pants back up, I took a last glance at her ravishing flushed body.

Her eyes brightened, exposing her happiness at the mention of the mating ceremony.

“What?!” she exclaimed, almost choking up. “Is that how you plan things?”

I didn't bother to look at her, her questions sounded annoying, she should be grateful that I picked her, a lowlife werewolf like her.

“Yes, that's how I prepare my celebration, the designers will be here shortly, get dressed and find something better to wear.”