She looked back down at the page and started reading, her voice shaking slightly.

"The massacre of 1847 marked one of the darkest moments in wolf-witch relations. Despite careful planning and extensive security measures, hunters discovered the location of the treaty signing. Seventeen wolves and twelve witches were killed. The evidence suggested an inside betrayal, though the guilty party was never conclusively identified..."

"Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?" Sebastian’s voice was quiet. Dangerous.

She kept reading, her voice getting steadier as she focused on the words.

"In the aftermath, both communities retreated from alliance efforts for nearly three decades. Trust, once broken between species, proved nearly impossible to rebuild. The incident served as a cautionary tale about the dangers of..."

"Stop."

She stopped.

Sebastian moved around the chair, standing in front of her now. Looking down at her with an expression she couldn’t quite read.

"Stand up," he said.

She stood, clutching the book to her chest like a shield.

"Drop the book."

She set it carefully on the chair.

"Come here."

She took a step toward him, her whole body trembling. She knew that look in his eyes. Knew what was coming.

Sebastian’s hands moved to her waist, gripping firmly. He guided her backward....not roughly, but inexorably....until the backs of her legs hit the leather couch positioned near the fireplace.

"Lie down," he commanded.

She lowered herself onto the couch, her heart pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears.

Sebastian stood over her, his eyes moving over her clothed body with predatory focus.

"You know what I love about you in clothes?" he said conversationally. "It makes unwrapping you so much more satisfying."

His hands moved to her leggings, gripping the waistband. He pulled them down slowly, deliberately, watching her face the entire time.

When they were off, he tossed them aside carelessly.

Her panties followed. Simple cotton that provided no protection, no barrier.

She lay there exposed from the waist down, her legs pressed together instinctively.

Sebastian’s hands moved to her knees, spreading them apart with firm pressure.

"Don’t hide from me," he said. "I want to see what’s mine."

He looked at her pussy for a long moment. Really looked. Like he was memorizing every detail.

She was still swollen from yesterday. Still bearing the evidence of how thoroughly they’d used her. The marks they’d left.

"Beautiful," he murmured. "Even wrecked, you’re fucking beautiful."

His hands moved to her sweater, pushing it up and over her head. She lifted her arms to help, and then she was topless except for her bra.

He unhooked it with practiced ease, freeing her breasts.

The cool air hit her sensitive nipples and they hardened immediately.

Sebastian’s eyes darkened.

"Perfect," he said quietly.

Then he moved to the chair....the one she’d been reading in....and sat down. Spread his legs. Leaned back with that casual dominance that made her stomach twist.

"Come here," he commanded. "Straddle me."

She stood on shaking legs and moved toward him.

When she straddled his lap, her knees on either side of his thighs, she could feel how hard he was through his pants. Could feel the heat radiating off his body.

She looked at his face and saw him watching her with dark, hungry eyes.

And she knew....she knew what was coming. Knew this was going to hurt. Knew he was going to use her again and she wouldn’t be able to stop it.

Fear must have shown on her face.

Because Sebastian smiled.

Not a cruel smile exactly. But satisfied. Like her fear pleased him in some fundamental way.

"There it is," he said softly. "That look in your eyes. That knowledge that you’re about to endure another brutal fucking and there’s nothing you can do about it."

His hands moved to her breasts, cupping them almost gently.

Then he squeezed.

Not gently.

Lilith gasped, her back arching involuntarily.

His thumbs found her nipples, circling them slowly before pinching down with deliberate pressure.

She cried out, her hands flying to his shoulders for balance.

"That’s it," he murmured, watching her face intently. "I want to see every expression. Every reaction. Every moment you try to fight the pleasure and fail."

He released her breasts and leaned back in the chair, his hands dropping to rest on the armrests.

"Feed your breasts to me," he said.

She stared at him. "What?"

"You heard me, omega." His voice was still calm. Controlled. "Feed your breasts to me. Cup them. Bring them to my mouth. Put your nipple between my lips." His eyes never left hers. "Do not make me repeat myself."

Lilith’s face burned with humiliation.

It was one thing to be used. To have things done to her.

It was another entirely to participate in her own degradation.

"Sebastian..."

"That’s Alpha Sebastian to you." His tone hardened slightly. "And I said do not make me repeat myself. Now feed me your breasts before I decide you need a lesson in obedience."

She swallowed hard.

Raised her shaking hands to her breasts.

Cupped them.

Lifted herself up slightly on her knees so her chest was level with his face.

Brought one breast toward his mouth, her nipple brushing his lips.

Sebastian’s smile was pure satisfaction.

Then his mouth opened and he latched onto her nipple with devastating intensity.

Lilith moaned....a broken, involuntary sound....as his mouth worked her breast. Sucking hard. So hard it bordered on pain. His tongue circled her nipple, flicked it, then his teeth scraped the sensitive peak before he sucked again.

Like he was trying to draw milk from her even though there was none to give.

The sensation was overwhelming. The heat of his mouth. The suction. The way his tongue worked her nipple with expert precision.

Her other hand was still cupping her breast, holding it to his mouth, participating in her own claiming.

Time became meaningless. Seconds or minutes....she couldn’t tell. Just the endless sensation of his mouth on her, sucking and licking and claiming.