Chapter 3 His name is Malachi

Zephyra

"Two."

When he continued counting, I tried to speed up, scared that maybe a punishment awaits if I do something unexpected in this pressuring scenario that I still can't wrap my head around.

Before I could even reach his bed, he pulled me by my wrist, making me yelp. "I still don't know your name, little thing." He spoke, keeping a firm grip on my waist while his other hand was still stroking his shaft.

"And why are you dressed like that, hm?" he chuckled, roaming his gaze on my bandaged torso and sweatpants.

"Did you plan to seduce me all this time?" he grinned, taking my hand and guiding it to his c*ck to stroke it alongside him, causing my face to heat up and try to pull away, but he kept it firm, making me feel every contour and vein of his length.

"M-my name is Zephyra Tempest. F-from Moonstone Pack." I mumbled, breathless as I stared at how he is taking charge of my hand with his large, calloused one. "I-I didn't wear the top because I can't p-put it on myself...and I didn't think I will...I will..uhm..."

"See people f*cking in the de*d of the night?" he finished, making me gulp and nod, looking away from him.

"Eyes here, little thing." He held my chin and made my orange-hued orbs stare back at his ruby ones. "You should get used to it, especially when you've started working as my maid."

"Maid? What do you-" Before I could finish talking, he pulled me in for a searing kiss.

It was intoxicating-this first kiss experience that took my breath away, draining my energy as his tongue forced mine to submit, giving me both a heady sensation of pleasure and dizziness from his intense output.

"I was told you're the future Luna, but some stupid prophecy shifted and made you a prisoner of doom instead." He murmured, breathless too, but not as breathless and spent as I. "For someone who's supposed to be high and mighty, you're quite weak."

"I," that's true, though. I am weak. "I'm sorry." I mumbled, losing myself deeper into the fact that I went from an adored 'luck' to a prisoner, and now, I am a maid to this man who I still don't know the name of.

Chuckling, he pulled me unto his lap, letting go of my hand as he placed his hand behind his head, leaving his hard length between us. "I won't ask what the hell happened in your pack that made you this defenseless. But here's the thing,"

"Here, aside from my place as the king, everyone here is in the same status-my people to use and discard as I please. Obey me if you want to live, disobey and see what happens." He spoke, a devilish grin on his face as his gaze went from my eyes down to my hand.

"Here, a test for you, little maid." Reaching up to his glass of liquor, he stared at me through the glass as he finished it up in one go. "Make me come right here, right now. If you could, I would allow you to completely recover before starting your job as my maid."

I stared at him, my eyes wide with shock and a hint of fear. "W-what?" I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "You want me to... to make you come?"

He smirked, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. "That's right, little maid," he purred, setting his empty glass down on the table beside him.

I swallowed hard, my mind racing with possibilities. I had never done anything like this before, and the thought of touching someone who isn't even my mate intimately sent a shiver of both fear and forbidden excitement down my spine.

Taking a deep breath, I reached out hesitantly, my fingers trembling as I placed them on his chest. Malachi's skin was hot beneath my touch, his muscles tense and coiled like a snake ready to strike.

I slid my hands lower, tracing the lines of his abs, letting me feel his abdomen contract as his breathing grew heavier, his eyes never leaving mine as I explored his body. "That's it."

Emboldened by his reaction, I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, trying to add more stimulus and get my job done. He responded immediately, his hand reaching up to tangle in my hair and pull me closer.

Our kiss deepened, becoming more heated and urgent as our tongues tangled together. It could've been his dominant nature, or it could've been my helpless state, but either way, I found myself submitting for survival as I let his other hand slide down to grip my as*, pulling me further onto his lap so that I could feel the hard length of him pressing against my core.

I moaned into his mouth, my hips grinding down against him instinctively. He growled low in his throat, his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to leave bruises.

Breaking the kiss, I trailed my lips down Malachi's neck, nibbling and sucking at his skin until I reached his torso. Leaning down, I traced the lines of his tattoos with my tongue, marveling at the way they seemed to dance beneath my touch.

"F*king hell," he cursed under his breath, his hand firmly holding my hip while the other is on my hair, guiding me further down.

"Go on then, little maid," he purred, his voice rough and strained. "Show me what you've got."

With trembling hands, I wrapped my hand around it, stroking him gently as I leaned in to run my tongue along the underside-this is the first time I'm doing this, let alone put it on my mouth, but for some reason, my adrenaline rushes so hard at the thought of servicing such a manhood orally.

"Good girl," he gritted through his teeth, pushing down to make my lips spread open, inviting his bulbous tip inside, my lips stretching around his thick girth as I began to bob my head up and down, finding it difficult to encompass his entire shaft.

His fingers tightened in my hair, guiding my movements as he thrust into my mouth.

I did my best to take him as deep as I could, relaxing my throat and swallowing around him when he hit the back of my throat. Saliva dripped down my chin as I worked him with my mouth and hand, determined to bring him to release.

Soon, his breathing grew heavier, his grip on my hair turning almost painful. I could feel him getting closer, his c*ck twitching inside my mouth as he neared his climax.

"AH F*CK!"

Pushing me deeper to release his load deep in my throat, my eyes widened, the tears I've been holding back finally streamed down as I swallowed it all, coughing when he pulled out and finally gave me air to breathe.

After a moment, he tilted my chin up to look at him, his eyes searching mine. "Not bad," he murmured, a slight smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "I suppose you've earned yourself a few days to recover."

"My name is Malachi. Remember that." He tucked a few strands of my hair at the back of my ear. "I'll enjoy ordering you around, little maid."