Page 52 of Sins of His Wrath

She narrowed her eyes. “What foolishness? You set the terms. I’m doing everything you want.”

His nostrils flared, tension sparking through him. “You’re not behaving like my mate.”

Naya tucked her feet under her, so she sat on her heels. “How do you want your mate to behave?”

He exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. "Not like this."

“Not like what?” she said sharply. “Willing? Obedient? Isn’t that what you want? I’m right here like you wanted, Akoro. And you still don’t seem satisfied.”

His jaw tightened, a muscle in his cheek ticking. "You act like what I want is unreasonable, like either of us has a choice." His voice dropped, low and lethal. "You were meant to be mine. Say it. Say you’re mine."

So that was what this was. He didn’t just want submission—he wanted everything. The pieces of herself she still held onto, the ones she refused to surrender. "I've never denied we were true mates."

His nostrils flared. "You tried to hide it from me. Don’t deny it."

"When was I supposed to tell you?" she said tightly. "When you were threatening to murder my people or when you were coming to my cart uninvited?"

Akoro’s face darkened, his nostrils flaring. Then his fury cracked through the chamber. "You knew that long ago?"

Naya stared at him, her pulse steady, letting silence stretch between them. This was pointless. What did he expect her to say? He could be as angry as he liked about it. His need to control slammed firm against the reality that no matter how deeply he buried himself inside her, no matter how many times he knotted her or made her climax, she had nothing else to give him. Any more discussion was a waste of her energy, unless it involved him leaving her empire alone.

She let out a slow breath, then began crawling toward him on the bed, never breaking eye contact. "I am here now," she said, her voice starkly quiet against his bellowing anger. "Isn't that enough?"

“No,” he barked. His chest heaved, his fists clenched at his sides, but she saw it—the way his eyes tracked her unhurried movements. She was small, vulnerable, inching toward him in a way that would rouse any Alpha to claim.

Before he could make any more demands, Naya reached him. Leaning forward, she took his smooth, thick column in her mouth, humming at the heady taste of him. With her sticky slick slathered over him from root to tip, the result was intoxicating.

His reaction was immediate. He grabbed her hair and yanked her head up, forcing her to meet his gaze. Their eyes locked—his seething, hers defiant. He could take her body, but that was where his power over her ended.

A muscle in his jaw ticked. Then, with a growl, he shoved her back down, guiding her over him, his cock sliding deep into her throat.

Naya adjusted quickly, relaxing her throat to accommodate him. He controlled the pace, sliding in and out of her mouth in a smooth rhythm, but she’d forgotten just how much she enjoyed it. She let herself melt into it. Her saliva gathered, frothing past her lips. But that was how he liked it, messy and dripping, like her cunt. She curled her tongue, wriggling it along his ridges, savoring the feel of him.

A harsh sound—half growl, half groan—tore from his throat, and he held her head still and thrust deep, his scent turning beautifully pungent and sharp, but then his restraint finally snapped.

With a rough jerk, he pulled her up and flipped her onto her side, positioning her on the bed in one fluid motion. His body curling around hers like a living fortress.

"I never wanted a mate,tmot zia," he murmured against her ear. “Family is nothing but disappointment. But you are mine, whether you like it or not.” He entered her again in one smooth, powerful thrust, stretching her, claiming her. “I want you. And I will have all of you.”

The position allowed him deeper, and Naya gasped, unable to respond. The new angle sent sparks of pleasure shooting up her spine with each thrust. He kept one leg on his shoulder, stretching her wider for him, and increased his speed until he was pummeling her into the bed, his frustration and need driving his body into hers, stripping them down to their primal form—an Alpha who needed his Omega’s surrender.

When release finally came, it shattered her completely, the crush of ecstasy gripping her with such intensity that tears sprang to her eyes, leaving her gasping. And as the last tendrils of pleasure softened, a chilling certainty settled in her gut.

Akoro wouldn’t be satisfied with what he had—he wanted everything.

This was not enough for him. He would try to take more.

They slipped back into a rhythm—one that felt familiar but now carried an unspoken weight.

Akoro still took her with relentless hunger, still pulled her beneath him like he could devour her whole, but his mounting frustration was impossible to ignore. Naya pretended not to notice. Sometimes, she even enjoyed it, the raw, untamed force of him almost mesmerizing.

Then a knock on the door shattered the fragile balance they’d built.

Naya lay sprawled across silk sheets that still held the warmth of their bodies, and watched Akoro rise. Naked and magnificent, he padded to the door with the irritation of a predator disturbed from his prize.

The visitor’s voice was a whisper, but whatever they said made his spine go rigid. He dismissed them with a harsh word and prowled back to the bed.

He didn’t speak or offer an explanation. Instead, he dragged the blankets over them both, locking her against him. His powerful arms encircled her body, drawing her back against his chest until she could feel his heartbeat—steady but quick—against her shoulder blade. His face buried in the curve of her neck, breathing her in as though memorizing her scent.

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