Chapter 29 Demonstration II
Aurelia
Zhayad leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.
“Tell me you want this,” he murmured, just for me. “Tell me you’ll let me fuck you in front of them so they never question you again.”
My breath caught, and humiliation burned my cheeks. The arousal pooling between my legs burned even hotter.
This wasn't fair. He was trying to save face, to prove that his mate had indeed been chosen by the moon goddess, and he was so deep in it that he didn't realize what it might cost me.
But I still wanted it. I turned my head just enough to meet his eyes. The silver heart pulsed brighter, the vines tightening more around my nipples, making them ache under the silk.
I whispered back, my voice trembling but sure.
“I want it.”
He growled through our bond, and I purred in response. His cock hardened against my lower back through his trousers.
He straightened to address the council one last time. “Clear the hall and bring in the witnesses.”
His voice dropped darker. “Then lock the doors.”
And as the council rose, some reluctant, some eager, the realization hit me like a fist: They wanted to watch their Alpha claim me.
They wanted to see the Goddess’s mark prove itself through pleasure.
But Zhayad wasn’t performing for them. He was performing for me.
And when he fucked me in front of the entire court, he would make sure every wolf in this room understood the unbreakable truth:
The doors began to open, and the witnesses began to file in.
Zhayad’s hand slid lower, cupping my ass through the gown, squeezing hard enough to bruise.
“Ready to show them who you belong to?” he murmured against my neck.
The mark flared brighter and I hissed out a shy moan. I lifted my chin and met every hostile stare in the room.
“Yes.” I answered.
“Good girl.” Zhayad's voice was downright seductive, sending heat shooting down my spine.
The doors slammed shut, and the locks clicked loudly
The council watched and waited for the Alpha to prove his mate was divine. By fucking her senseless in front of them all.
Zhayad spun me in one swift motion, putting his broad back to the council table so the entire room could see only his shoulders blocking their view of my front.
But they could still hear, and they could still scent.
I knew that was exactly what he wanted.
He hooked his fingers into the deep neckline of the emerald gown and yanked downward.
The silk tore softly, then gave way completely.
My breasts spilled free, already flushed, mynipples tight and aching from the mark’s constant teasing.
He didn’t hesitate. Both hands claimed them, his palms rough, thumbs pressing the silver spirals that curled around each peak.
He pinched hard, then rolled the swollen tips between his fingers until I gasped and grabbed his forearms for balance.
“Feel that?” he murmured against my ear, loud enough for the front row to hear.
“The mark burns brighter when you’re turned on.”
He squeezed, harder this time, kneading my breasts until I arched into his touch, my hips rubbing shamelessly against the thick ridge of his cock still trapped in his trousers.
Then with an open palm, he slapped right across the full curve of one breast.
The sting exploded into heat. I moaned,my head falling back against his shoulder.
He slapped the other breast, watching the flesh ripple and redden under the silver vines.
The mark shone brighter, the vines tightening around my nipples like living restraints, making them throb in time with my pulse.
I tried to cover myself, out of instinct and shame, but he caught my wrists in one massive hand and pinned them behind my back, arching me further, thrusting my chest out toward the court like an offering.
“Let them feel it,” he growled, his voice dark and commanding.
“Let them scent how wet you are for your Alpha. Let them go fucking insane knowing they can never touch what’s mine.”
He slapped my breasts again, left, right, left, each crack of skin on skin echoing through the silent chamber.
I cried out, half pain, half pleasure,my hips grinding back against him, desperate for friction.
The council watched with frozen looks on their faces. Low growls rumbled from several throats.
The matron’s eyes were wide, like she never believed Zhayad would touch me in front of the court.
The brunette’s lips parted, her cheeks flushed despite her earlier scorn.
Zhayad’s free hand slid down fast, shoving the gown up to my waist. His fingers found my soaked folds, parting me, plunging two deep inside without warning.
I bucked, a loud moan tearing from my throat.
“So fucking wet,” he rasped, loud enough for every wolf to hear.
“Listen to her. Smell her. That’s the scent of a Goddess-chosen Luna coming apart for her Alpha.”
He pumped harder now in fast motions that caused my vision to white out.
His thumb found my clit, pressing, grinding, relentless.
I was shaking. My legs were trembling, my wrists pinned, breasts bouncing with every thrust of his hand.
The mark blazed now, silver light spilling across the table, vines writhing, the heart pulsing so bright it cast shadows on the stone walls.
“Come,” he commanded in a voice like iron.
“Come so loud they’ll never question you again.”
I came, screaming his name, my walls clamping around his fingers, slick flooding his hand.
The mark erupted, pure silver radiance flooding the chamber, the vines now tightening around my nipples even more until they throbbed in exquisite pain.
He didn’t stop. His fingers kept driving, drawing out every shudder, every pulse, until I was sobbing, boneless, held up only by his arm and the table.
When the last tremor faded, he withdrew his now fingers glistening with my cum and he brought them to my lips.
“Open.”
I obeyed withou Mtgwasting time. He pushed them inside.
I tasted myself, sweet and musky, while the court watched in stunned silence.