LYRIC
There was a party tonight.
One of the top ranking Alphas was celebrating his birthday. It was going to be a mega party and of course, very fun. But for the past few days, since the news of it circulated, I’d been trying to push it behind me.
Until Jace and I were on a phone call this evening and he had to remind me of it.
“What’re you wearing to the party? You need to dress to kill. It’s a game of who looks the finest, Lyric.” He gleamed.
Yeah, I know. This was one reason I never attended such parties years back. The pressure was often too much, and well, with the scar on my face, I never truly fit in.
“I don’t think I’m going.” I lowered my eyes as my countenance dropped.
“What? Why?”
When I said nothing, he realized. “Shit. Jaris hasn’t asked you yet, has he?”
According to our contract, I was supposed to accompany him to such events. But considering the fact that we haven’t spoken to each other since we got mated, I wasn’t so sure anymore. Although, I’d have really loved to go with him.
“It doesn’t matter. You can still come on your own, Ly. I can come get you if you want,” Jace suggested but I shook my head.
I just felt it’d be weird if I had to show up to such an event without my new mate. And I was almost sure Jaris would be going. Wouldn’t it be wrong if we went separately?
Jace spent the remaining minutes of our call trying to talk me into going alone. But in the end, I refused.
When the call ended, I made my way to my closet and smiled wistfully as I stared at the fine green dress standing in the middle of the room. I felt a pang of sadness as I ran my finger through the rich stoned fabric.
I’d gotten it on the day I was buying my ceremonial dress. I’d hoped to wear it on my first official outing with Jaris, just like tonight. I wanted to make a good impression by his side.
But apparently, it was useless.
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JARIS
It took me hours to get back to Darkspire.
Despite what I’d achieved today, despite knowing that Zarek had lost his chance at winning, I was far from satisfied.
I made my way to my room to have a cold shower.
My hands against the wall, I felt that familiar sense of unease I’d been feeling for the past one week. It traveled all the way to my cock.
I shut my eyes and tried to resist it. I tried to push the memory into a dark corner of my mind. But no matter how hard I tried, it kept coming back like a storm.
I was frustrated.
Yet, in the end, I had no choice but to give in to the demand. My hand rose to my erection, jerking at the image of a certain woman, wet and naked. A woman I should have no business thinking about. A woman I hated that I was thinking about.
it made me angry as much as it brought me pleasure. And in a few minutes, I came done in my hand, my release dropping to the floor.
I’ll admit—the feeling was always euphoric. The best kind of feeling.
But after I climbed down from my high, the weight of my actions dawned on me–like always. I suddenly hated myself for being hard and coming to the mere erotic image of someone that had betrayed me.
What was even more infuriating? I wanted more.
It was the fourth time I was cuming to her image in the bathroom, and each time, it left me wanting more. Wanting more than the pleasure my hands provided.
I detested it, but my will seemed to be useless agat
Who the hell was this witch?
Successfully unlocked!
Angrily I finished my shower and returned to the room to get dressed.
I was pissed now and couldn’t even sleep. So, I thought of distracting myself with some letters and documents in my home office.
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I was deep into it when someone knocked, sparking my irritation for distracting me.
“Who’s it?” I rasped.
The door opened slowly, followed by the face of the one woman I didn’t want to lay eyes on right now.
What the hell?
My fingers tightened around my pen as I did all I could to keep my anger at bay.
She walked in, wearing a black short that stopped above her knee, and a mesh top on it.
Her hair was up in a tight ponytail, her lips colored with a nude lipstick.
She looked simple yet undeniably alluring.
I lowered my eyes to the papers in front of me, refusing to acknowledge that thought.
“What’re you doing here?” The words came out clipped.
I could tell she was nervous. And her eyes looked sad.
“Um…. Good evening, Alpha Jaris.” I didn’t miss the tremor in her voice.
Why was she so afraid? She’d never been afraid to disobey me. She wasn’t afraid when she slept with Zarek.
I lifted my eyes to her, starting from her legs. I imagined Zarek running his dirty hands up those legs. I imagined him touching what he was never supposed to touch.
She had kissed him so passionately in the video. The video was muted, but I had seen her lips moving. They’d been talking. I didn’t want to imagine the filthy words she must’ve been saying to him.
I thought she could be different. I thought she was decent. But she was cheap. Disappointingly so.
“What do you want, Lyric?” I needed her to leave as soon as possible.
The hostility in my voice must affect her, because I could see the slight recoil.
“I um… I just wanted to ask about the party. Alpha Rhys‘ party. From the contract, you mentioned me accompanying me to such events. But you haven’t said anything. So…”
While she went on speaking, I kept trying to picture what stupid hold she had over me. Why couldn’t I get her out of my head?
And even now, the reason I desperately wanted her gone was because she was distracting me. Hearing her speak, all I wanted to do was haul her to the wall, rip off her clothes and fuck her.
But I shouldn’t want that. I hated this woman for what she did to me. I shouldn’t desire her this way. So, what was this stupid pull that kept drawing me to her?
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