Chapter Thirty
Alaya
No distraction or distance could’ve muffled the chaos of their fighting outside. The air tears with roars, the clash of limbs striking bone and flesh, and the thunder of hooves pounding the ground.
Rawson stands by the open door, peering out, his face tense.
I sit on a chair by the table, clasping the glass of Fae Wine Rawson had pressed into my hand. My knuckles are white from gripping it so hard, its content untouched.
The thought of them fighting outside—friend against friend—knowing I could end this simply by leaving, makes me shoot to my feet.
I can’t let them do this.
Rawson frowns at first as I move towards him, but when he glances back out and his whole body goes rigid, I freeze.
“Don’t move, Alaya,” he warns, voice low. “Reth, I don’t think—”
He doesn’t finish before Reth’s bulky frame smashes through the door, sending him back.
Reth’s eyes glow brightly, casting the tent in an eerie blue light.
His anger is cold, hard, and absolute. His brow is deeply furrowed, his mouth taut and unforgiving.
As I back away from his heaving form, my heart starts to race—a frantic drum against my ribs, spiking into a painful, suffocating rhythm.
My breath comes in short gasps, the air thick and scarce.
Pure dread spreads through me—his fury hangs suspended like the calm before a storm, leaving me trapped and helpless.
“Reth, please,” I stammer. All the strength and resilience they’ve taught me since arriving here vanishes in the face of his towering form, visibly trembling as he strains to contain his power.
His lips part as if to speak, but then he lunges. I back up and stumble, his weight slamming into me, his hands grasping my neck as his momentum drives us both into the gap between the side panel and the fireplace.
I’m wedged in, arms pinned at my sides. I can’t move.
I feel small and breakable under his iron grip, his hard body pressing against mine.
My throat burns as his fingers tighten, nails digging into my skin. Rising panic reminds me of another time, another set of hands trying to squeeze the life from me.
I can’t breathe.
My lungs burn.
His face contorts as he squeezes harder, and my legs begin to tremble and buckle.
This is it.
This is how I die.
As my vision blurs, I see movement at the door.
“Reth.” Domanikk’s voice is eerily calm.
“Fuck off!” Reth spits through clenched teeth.
“Rawson, leave!” Domanikk shouts.
I hear a reply, but roaring fills my ears.
Domanikk’s voice cracks like a whip. “Just go! I’ve got this.”
A hand cups Reth’s jaw, a thumb caressing his cheek.
Reth’s face softens slightly as he leans into the touch, his piercing gaze finally leaving mine.
“Remember this? Feel it, Reth; hold on to it. I won’t let you go.” Domanikk’s breath ghosts across Reth’s ear, his face at his shoulder. His eyes dart to me and widen with panic.
“Let her go. This is not how it ends.”
My eyes flutter closed; darkness falls over my mind as my lungs strain in my chest.
Not long now.
A slap on my cheek parts the darkness. My eyes jolt open to Domanikk’s insistent gaze.
“Fight it, Alaya. Fight him. Show him what you hold in your heart for him. Only you can bring him back from himself now.”
His words hook into the dark desires I’d buried, pulling them forwards.
Heat rises to my cheeks as I remember his kiss in the Meadow—violent, overpowering, hot.
How the pain of his crushing lips and the scrape of his teeth made that heat flare deep within, just as much as Domanikk’s gentle caresses did.
Domanikk smirks and brings his mouth to Reth’s ear, pressing a small kiss as he whispers close.
“Look at her, Reth. Look at the truth in her eyes. Lose yourself in her desire.”
Reth’s eyes spring open, looking down at me where his hands still squeeze my neck, and I feel them relax. I gasp, greedily filling my lungs. His eyes turn languid, hungry for what he sees in mine.
As his hands drop away, I start to slump. Domanikk rushes to catch me, holding me up as I bend over, heaving.
“What did I do?” Reth croaks, voice anguished.
“You didn’t do anything, my love. You just need to break her, make her yours.”
“Help me, Dom. Please.”
Domanikk pulls me upright, stepping behind me, his arms snaking around my hips as he holds me tight to his chest.
Looking over at Reth, I gasp. A tear traces down his face, his eyelids heavy, his gaze full of lust.
“Is he okay?”
“He will be. Thank you, Alaya. You brought him back to us. Now for your reward …” he drawls, his voice husky.
Domanikk’s hands tug my shirt up over my head, then gently untie the cord at my waist and push my trousers down.
I hear Reth’s breathing hitch.
His mouth curves into a predatory smile. “Who would be angrier that I’m about to make you come so hard for me, Little Wildie? Domanikk, or your husband?”
Domanikk’s wicked laugh behind me makes my legs tremble, as his hands clamp my wrists, holding them at my sides.
“Are you ready, darling? Whatever you do, don’t touch him.” Domanikk’s hot breath sighs close to my ear.
Reth undresses slowly, eyes locked with my own, licking his lips like he can already taste me.
His leathers drop with a clunk, then his rough, now steady and confident fingers unbutton his trousers.
My desire floods through me—red-hot heat prickling my skin as he grabs his cock, easing it free.
It’s already hardening, matching his physique—strong, powerful, and immense.
He steps free of his trousers and comes to us, and when his strong hands finally touch my skin, running up from my hips over my sides, dipping and cupping my breasts, I let out a breath that ends in a moan. Heat spreads everywhere his fingers touch.
“You’re so damn beautiful when you’re turned on.” Reth’s laugh is low. His hands knead my breasts gently as he covers my nipples with his hot mouth, sucking them into hardened peaks. My body arches towards him, seeking more.
I sigh deeply when his hard chest presses into me and his mouth brushes my lips. The contact is electric—little bolts of lightning arcing between us as my tongue eagerly reaches for him before he even deepens the kiss. I feel his mouth smile against mine.
“What an eager Little Wildie.”
His tongue twines with mine, wet and hot. Our lust and desire twist together, and he groans when I cover his mouth with mine, drawing him deep so I can taste his passion. Sharp pleasure stabs into my depths, and I moan around him.
“Reth!”
I feel his cock pressing into my belly jerk, growing harder and thicker with every swirl of our tongues, every painful nip of lips, every hot breath shared.
My heat burns hotter, my legs parting instinctively as my insides clench and relax. I feel like I’m on fire, rivulets of sweat tickling as they roll down my spine.
I start to unravel and my yearning for him takes control.
“Tell me what you want, Alaya. I need you to say it.”
Gods, I need everything. All of him.
“I need you.”
“Tell me, Little Wildie. Is it this?”
His hand slips between my legs and covers me, his rough fingers parting my lips, running through my slickness, finding my throbbing clit. I bite my lip, holding tight to the heat building in my core as I arch against the presence behind me.
“Use your words. Our Reth likes them dirty.” Domanikk purrs in my ear, his tongue darting out to lick it.
Oh, sweet hell!
I almost forgot he was there, his own erection pressed against my rear. His presence, his touch, his words—it makes that fire roar and my inhibitions shatter.
“I need to feel your cock inside me before this fire devours me,” I pant against Reth’s lips.
He pulls back, looking down into my eyes, his desire making them flash erratically. He’s so brokenly perfect.
“Dom. Let her hands go.”
“Careful, darling.” Domanikk warns me.
“Put your hands on my chest,” Reth commands.
I tentatively bring my hands up and gently place them on his chest—tight and hard beneath my palms. He hisses through clenched teeth, and Domanikk’s hands snake around me, laying his above mine.
“Our Enchantra are sensitive; touching them is intimate and sensual to the Equitae. I will explain one day why this is so hard for me, but I need you with me if we’re going to do this.” Reth holds my gaze, pleading. In this moment, he’s not the Alpha—he’s raw vulnerability, asking for my trust.
“I’m with you, Reth.”
He nods at Domanikk, who moves our hands to smooth slowly over his shimmering Enchantra, warm and pulsing beneath my palms.
His groan erupts from somewhere deep within his chest, raw and unfiltered. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
“That’s … what … I … want.” I gasp as I feel Reth’s cock slide between my legs, parting my lips, his slick, pulsing head dipping inside.
“What have you done to me, Little Wildie? You’ve invaded my soul like a parasite, but I welcome it like the masochist I am.”
Both hands grip the back of my thighs firmly, his fingers pressing into my skin with urgency, spreading my legs wider apart.
He slams his cock deep into me, hard and fast, filling me completely.
My cry at the force of his thrust sends shockwaves through my entire body, radiating outward until every nerve ending tingles with sensation.
Something deep inside of me awakens, a primal part of me that I didn’t even know existed. It’s raw and hungry, desperate for more of this intensity, this connection that feels like it’s touching something fundamental in my very soul.
His fingers dig in painfully, possessively, gripping my thighs hard as he pulls out slowly, torturously slowly, until only the head remains inside. Then he slams up again with bruising force, again filling me completely and stealing the breath from my lungs.
“Yes, that’s what I like. Fuck me more,” I cry out.
“How fast do you want to come?” He groans out in pleasure as he arches against me to slide in as deep as possible.