Chapter 6 Chapter 6

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Sera's lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes flashing with something dark, disappointment, maybe anger, or just plain jealousy as she walked from her spot in the shadows. She didn't say another word, but her glare cut through the dim light like a knife, landing on me for a split second before she turned away.

As she stormed past, her shoulder bumped mine hard, a sharp jolt that made me stumble a little. The hit wasn't accidental, it carried all her frustration, like she blamed me for stealing Kane's attention.

Pain bloomed there, hot and stinging, but I bit my lip and stayed quiet, watching her back as she yanked the heavy door open and slammed it shut behind her. The bang echoed in the stone chamber, sealing us in alone, the sound making my heart jump.

Kane didn't flinch at the noise. His golden eyes stayed on me, unblinking, like Sera's little tantrum was nothing more than a breeze. He leaned back in his throne, all casual power, and let out a low chuckle that rumbled deep in his chest.

“She can be quite a handful,” he said, his voice smooth but edged with amusement. “Jealous type, that one. Always has been. Are you the jealous type?”

Heat rushed to my cheeks, a mix of shame and uncertainty twisting in my gut. Jealous? Of Sera? The thought made no sense, I was here for Luca, not some twisted game of who got the Alpha's scraps. But his question hung there, probing, like he wanted to peel back my layers and see what hid underneath.

My throat tightened, words stuck there, heavy and unspoken. I shook my head just a fraction, but no sound came out. Emotions swirled inside me, fear of what came next, a flicker of resentment toward Sera for her shove, and this strange, unwelcome spark from Kane's gaze that made my skin tingle.

He watched me, that smirk deepening, like my silence was all the answer he needed. 'We will find out, won't we?' he murmured, his tone dropping low, teasing, as if this was all part of some test I hadn't signed up for.

Then he shifted, spreading his legs wide on the throne, the leather of his pants creaking softly. His hand patted his thigh, right over the thick bulge straining there, a clear invitation that sent a fresh wave of nerves crashing through me. “Come.”

My mouth went dry, a nervous gulp forcing its way down as I stared at that spot. His lap looked like a trap, warm and dangerous, promising things I both dreaded and gods help me felt a pull toward.

I took a shaky step forward, my bare feet cold against the stone floor, heart pounding so loud I swore Kane could hear it.

But Kane's hand shot up again, stopping me mid-step. His eyes darkened, that predatory gleam sharpening. “No,” he growled, voice rough like gravel. “I want you on your knees. Crawl to me.”

The command hit like ice water, freezing me in place. Crawl? On my hands and knees, naked and exposed, like some animal submitting to its master? Humiliation burned through me, hot and fierce, my cheeks flaming as I imagined it, my large breasts swaying with each movement, my ass up in the air, pussy bare and vulnerable for his eyes.

A traitorous throb pulsed between my legs, my body betraying me with a slick warmth that shamed me deeper. Why did the idea of obeying him stir this heat, this ache to feel his control?

I dropped slowly, knees hitting the hard stone with a dull thud that jarred my bones. Pain shot up my legs, but I ignored it, palms pressing flat as I lowered myself. The floor was cold, unforgiving, scraping my skin as I started to move.

One hand forward, then a knee, my body rocking in this humiliating rhythm. Each crawl brought me closer, his scent growing stronger, overwhelming, making my nipples harden against the chill, or was it him?

I kept my eyes down, but I felt his stare, heavy and hungry, tracing every inch of my exposed form, my swaying tits, the curve of my hips.

Kane's breath grew heavier, a low rumble of approval escaping him as I neared. “That's it, omega,” he said, voice thick with lust. “Show me how bad you want it. Crawl like the needy little slut you are.”

His words stung, but they also ignited something low in my belly, a coil of tension that made me move faster, desperate to end this, or start it, I couldn't tell anymore.

Finally, I reached his feet, knees aching, breath coming in short pants. I looked up, meeting his gaze, and saw the raw desire there, his cock twitching visibly against his pants, hard and huge.

What had I gotten myself into?

His smirk widened as I knelt there, panting, my body still humming from the crawl. His golden eyes bored into mine, full of that dark hunger that made my stomach twist. He reached down slowly, his rough finger tracing the curve of my bottom lip, the touch sending a jolt straight through me.

“Open,” he commanded, voice low and rough, like he was already claiming what was his.

My heart hammered, but I didn't hesitate. My lips parted slowly, trembling, as I obeyed. The air felt thick, charged, and I could taste the salt of my own nervousness on my tongue.

hee slid two thick fingers into my mouth without warning, pressing against my tongue, filling the space. He bit his own bottom lip, a low groan rumbling from his chest as he watched me.

“I had thought to keep this mouth for later,” he murmured, his voice husky with restraint cracking. “But I guess not.”

What did that mean? My mind spun, thoughts crashing like waves, did he want me to suck him off right here, on my knees like some desperate whore?

The idea hit me hard, shame flooding my cheeks even as a forbidden thrill sparked low in my core. The way his fingers stretched my lips, the dominance in his gaze... it stirred something I couldn't ignore. My tongue flicked against his skin involuntarily, tasting the warmth of him, and heat pooled between my thighs, slick and insistent.

Kane pulled his fingers out with a wet pop, trailing saliva down my chin as he stood up in one fluid motion, towering over me. His shadow fell across my naked form, making me feel even smaller, more exposed.