Chapter 6 Slave Me, Daddy Alpha 6

JAYDEN's POV

My release painted the sheets beneath me, my body trembling. A second later, I felt Rafael slam in deep and with a primal grunt, he let go inside me again.

We both collapsed.

His body was still pressed to my back, his chest heaving against me, hot and sweaty. Then he pulled out.

Our cum-his first and second load-began to drip from my fucked hole.

I whimpered, trying to close my legs.

But Rafael?

He slid down the bed slowly, like he was admiring the mess. His silver eyes locked between my thighs. His tongue swiped through my folds.

I bit my lip and moaned softly as Rafael licked me.

Even the mess on the bedsheets, he scooped it with his tongue. Before I caught a flash. It was a shadow on the balcony window. Someone had been watching.

I blinked and my heart skipped. But when I looked again, it was gone.

Still cuffed, "Come here," I whispered. "Kiss me..."

Rafael looked up. His lips were glistening with our mess.

But instead of leaning in, his expression turned to stone. He stood up and walked to the drawer, took the keys, and unlocked the cuffs one by one without saying a word.

I sat up slowly, confused. "Rafael...?"

He didn't look at me. "That's the end."

"What...?"

He finally turned. And when he spoke, his words cut. "I just made you what you really are. A filthy little Omega. The first taste was mine. The others can enjoy you now."

"You didn't mean that..."

His smirk was cruel. "I meant every word."

He started pulling on his pants like I hadn't just begged for him. Like I hadn't just cum all over his body. Like he hadn't licked it up like a fucking addict.

"Don't catch feelings," he said. "You said you would do anything. I took what I wanted."

"But-" I croaked. "You said..."

He stepped closer, gripped my chin hard. "Say it."

My mouth opened on autopilot. "Yes, Daddy Alpha."

He let go of my chin and turned his back. And just like that, I watched him walk away.

My heart weeped. But as I stared at his broad shoulders fading into the hallway, something in me snapped too.

Fine.

You want a filthy Omega? I will be the sluttiest one this pack has ever seen.

Let's see how long you stay away.

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I sank deeper into the tub, letting my head fall back against the edge. The water had gone cold, but I couldn't bring myself to move.

The soft candlelight flickered across my skin, casting shadows that danced across my chest but even in that quiet glow, I still felt raw.

I told myself I wouldn't think of him again. But I did. His name echoed in my mind like a curse I couldn't cleanse from my blood.

My thighs shifted under the water as my hand trailed down over my chest, over the spot where he had once kissed me. I sucked in a breath when my fingers grazed lower.

Even the memory of his voice made me shiver.

"Stay still, Omega. I want to taste you when you cry."

I whimpered. My hand wrapped around my length, already semi-hard from thoughts I swore I had buried. But they clawed their way back.

The way his tongue had rimmed me, slow and filthy. The way he had gripped my thighs like they were his property. The way his mouth had spoken blasphemy against my skin and then baptized me in sin.

I stroked myself slowly, letting the ache twist low in my belly. My head lolled to the side, water sloshing gently around me, my thighs slick and trembling. The tip of my length throbbed under my touch, but nothing, not even my own hands could compare to Rafael.

He was fire. He was fury. He was the Alpha who shoved my legs apart and said: "So damn fucked out, still trying to ride me like you're not about to collapse." And I had moaned under his touch. I had begged for more.

One of my hands drifted lower, between my cheeks, teasing where he had once licked and fingered me open like I was dessert. The memory made my eyes roll back.

That moment when his tongue had pushed in. The stretch. The hot breath against my hole. The way he held me down so I couldn't squirm away from the waves of humiliating bliss.

My body jerked, my breath hitching as my fingers circled that spot. The pressure, the burn, the tension crawling up my spine. It was all too much.

"My length. That's all your body should ever crave, Omega."

I whimpered loudly. I wanted to cry. But instead, I came hard.

The orgasm slammed through me like punishment, violent and sharp. My cum spurted into the bathwater, my thighs shuddering as I gasped and let the high drown me.

My eyes were glazed. My chest heaved. But I didn't feel better. Not even close. Because no matter how hard I touched myself. No matter how far I sank into my own fantasies... It was always Rafael. Always him. Only him. Even when he called me useless. Even when he left me. Even when he made it clear I was just a stupid little Omega to him.

And now?

Now I was just a slut, touching myself to the ghost of a man who had thrown me away for the past week. Or maybe... I could get a chance to see him at the mating ceremony tomorrow.

Even that, would be just watching from afar.

From afar. Simply from afar.

Would that even quench whatever heat that has been heating up inside me?

I want Rafael. Maybe, I might get him tomorrow.

A thought crossed my mind before a smirk played on my lips.