Chapter 3

Isolde’s POV

Silas pulled the crystal rod out slowly.

The second it left my body, a loud, wet sound followed. My tight walls squeezed by instinct, like they didn't want the cold hardness to go.

The empty, hollow ache that took its place was somehow worse than being stretched.

He looked down at the slick fluid coating the rod. He frowned.

“The energy still isn't flowing right,” he said. His voice was freezing cold, but full of heavy command.

“Your wolf is blocking my energy. I need to push it deeper.”

He grabbed the crystal rod again—this time with his bare hand.

His burning hot palm met the cold stone.

In the next breath, he pushed the thick tip against my swollen entrance and shoved it in without warning.

“Ah—!”

Deeper. Heavier.

The rod hit the very bottom of me in one thrust. A massive wave of Alpha energy flooded through the stone, crashing right into my broken wolf like boiling water.

My back arched hard off the bed. My hands clawed at the sheets until my wrists hurt.

He started to move.

Slow, but with a brutal strength I couldn't fight.

Every time he pulled back, long, clear strings of slick followed.

Every time he pushed deep, he forced more Alpha energy into the deepest parts of my body.

The stretching feeling and the painful fullness twisted together until I thought I would break.

I gasped for air, crying hard, but I couldn't make a real sound.

“Relax,” he ordered in a low growl, never slowing down. “Take all of it.”

He leaned over me.

His warm breath hit my chest right before his teeth closed around my nipple. He bit down—not too hard, not too soft.

His Alpha saliva, heavy with strong pheromones, soaked into my skin.

It felt like fire burning straight into my nerves. My nipple got instantly hard.

He sucked, bit, and played with it showing no mercy.

Pleasure exploded from both ends at once.

My mind went completely blank.

The crystal rod stroked in and out, hitting my most sensitive spot inside me every single time. Up above, his mouth ruined my breast.

The pain and pleasure melted together into a blinding heat.

The heavy ache in my belly got tighter and hotter, like a balloon about to pop.

“Look at the mess you’ve made on your best friend’s bed,” Silas murmured, lifting his head. His voice was rough, full of dark amusement.

“Your body is so much more honest than your mouth. You're swallowing my energy like you can't get enough.”

Shame burned every inch of my skin.

But my body wouldn't listen to me.

Every time he pulled out and thrust back in, my hips pushed up to meet him on their own.

My wet walls squeezed the rod like I was begging for more. The slick, squelching sounds got louder in the quiet room.

Outside, Mia’s footsteps were still pacing. I couldn't even care anymore.

The pleasure was building too fast.

My vision went white. My toes curled tight. My thighs shook out of control.

Silas moved faster. He pulled the crystal almost all the way out, then slammed it back down, pushing his energy harder into my core with every hit.

At the same time, he lowered his head and bit down on my other nipple, sucking hard.

“Daddy… I—I’m going to—”

I never finished my sentence.

The orgasm hit me like a crashing wave.

My eyes rolled back. My whole body shook violently. Another rush of hot wetness soaked the sheets under me.

My mind completely broke. I went completely limp, just a boneless mess taking whatever he gave me.

Silas didn't pull out right away.

He just looked down at my dazed face. His thumb wiped away a tear from my eye.

“Good,” he sighed. “Your wolf is finally taking it.”

But the dark hunger in his eyes only got worse.