Vengeance in His Bed

The silence of the master suite lasted for only a fraction of a second before the dark mattress dipped violently under Dorrent’s massive weight. He didn’t give her a chance to comply willingly, nor did his raging S-tier instincts possess the patience to wait for her body to tilt upward. With a low, feral growl that rattled deep within his chest, Dorrent clamped his hands onto her hip bones, hoisting her pelvis toward the ceiling with an unyielding, bruising leverage.

He drove back inside her with a single, brutal thrust.

The sheer velocity of the impact shattered Jannah’s remaining composure. Her hands slipped completely against the slick silk sheets, her fingers clawing at the fabric as her upper body fell flat onto the mattress. She was entirely pinned, her face pressed against the cool bedding, her spine arched at an impossible, vulnerable angle as Dorrent took absolute possession of her from behind. He grabbed her plush behind with both of his hands, his fingers digging deep into her flesh, and began to rhythmically drive her hips backward against his own pelvis, forcing her to take the entire, blistering length of his manhood over and over again.

"Aaaah!"

A loud, piercing moan exploded from her throat, the sound high and fractured, a raw declaration of the absolute chaos tearing through her nervous system. Every time his pubic bone slammed against her rear, the thick, veiny shaft of his cock traveled to the absolute depths of her warm, dripping wet womb, punishing her inner walls with an agonizing, delicious friction that filled the room with a continuous, heavy squelching sound. Dorrent was relentless. He maintained this primitive, dominant position for what felt like an eternity, his hips working with the mechanical, unforgiving precision of an apex predator.

He drove her into the mattress until Jannah’s voice grew ragged, her vocal cords stripping raw from the continuous, breathless screaming until she couldn’t make any more sounds—her throat producing nothing but high, fractured gasps of air as her body shook under the weight of his assault.

The pressure in Dorrent’s lower abdomen boiled over. With a final, deep, and pinning thrust that locked his pelvis completely against her body, his neural pathways snapped. He reached his climax, a low, guttural groan tearing from his throat as he cummed inside her, the thick, hot fluid filling Jannah’s internal core with an intense, burning volume that made her gasp violently. Their bodies, slick with sweat and saturated in a dense fog of mixed pheromones, finally slumped heavily onto the sheets.

But the beast had only just been awakened.

The five years of cold, barren cycles and humiliating numbness had created a bottomless void within Dorrent’s S-tier biology. The unique, intoxicating scent of the low-born omega had acted like a volatile spark in a dry forest. Within minutes of his release, while Jannah was still trembling and trying to recover her breath, he felt the heavy surge of blood rushing back into his groin with a sudden, immense power. He got rock-hard again.

Without a single word of explanation, driven by a manic, unhinged need to claim her until his soul was satisfied, Dorrent dragged her back into the center of the bed. He fucked her again, and again, altering positions in the dark, ripping away the remaining scraps of her clothing, fondling her breasts, and leaving deep, dark purple marking along the smooth column of her neck and the pale skin of her inner thighs.

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By the time the continuous, breathless storm finally subsided, the silver moonlight had shifted across the floorboards, signaling that the deep hours of the night had arrived.

The air in the bedroom was thick, practically choking with the sweet, floral scent of Jannah’s omega scent and the bitter, dominant musk of the Alpha. Jannah stood up from the edge of the mattress, her knees buckled instantly, forcing her to catch her balance against the carved wood of the bedpost. Her entire body was aching with a deep, throbbing soreness. Her vagina felt swollen, pulsing with the residual heat of his continuous, brutal penetrations, and the brilliant pink and purple marks of his fingers were starkly visible against her pale skin in the dim light.

With trembling hands, she reached down to gather the ruined, torn pieces of her clothes from the carpet, trying to cover her nakedness.

Dorrent was lying flat on his back in the center of the bed, his broad chest bare and covered in a fine sheen of sweat, his eyes fixed on her every movement like a cat watching a wounded bird.

Jannah turned her head sharply, her dark hair falling over her wet cheeks as she glared at him with a volatile mix of hatred and exhaustion. "You are a beast," she whispered, her voice rough, hoarse, and cracked from the hours of moaning. "A ruthless, unhinged beast. I wonder... how you could treat the very girl you claim to find filthy in such a disgusting, savage way."

She tried to take a single, measured step toward the bathroom to wash herself, but the intense soreness in her core betrayed her. Her legs went completely numb, and with a quiet gasp, she fell backward, landing heavily onto the edge of the mattress.

Before she could scramble away, Dorrent’s massive frame shifted. He lunged forward, his hands sliding directly under her arms from behind. His fingers intentionally drifted inward, his thumbs teasing the soft, sensitive sides of her breasts with a slow, deliberate pressure as he pulled her back against his chest.

"Are you certain you’re done, Jannah?" Dorrent murmured, his deep, husky voice vibrating directly against her bare shoulder blade, his hot breath sending an unbidden shiver down her spine. "Or did you want another round?"

"Get your hands off me!" Jannah hissed, twisting her torso with the last of her strength, slapping at his wrists as she cursed at him. "Don’t you dare touch me again! I am leaving this wretched palace now that your disgusting condition is healed!"

The word leaving hit Dorrent like a physical strike to his chest.

A sudden, cold wave of possessive panic cut through his post-coital calm, burning away his armor. The memory of the past hours rushed through his mind—he had just experienced the most intense, earth-shattering, and perfectly passionate sex of his entire life. For five years, he had been a dead man, and this gutter-rat had single-handedly restored his fire, giving him a pleasure so deep it had driven him completely out of his mind. And now, she was standing here, calmly telling him that she was going to pack her bags and walk out of his life forever.

With a sudden, violent movement, Dorrent yanked her by the waist, flipping her around until her bare front was slammed flat against his muscular chest, his arms locking around her frame like iron bands.

"You are never leaving this estate, Jannah," Dorrent growled, his eyes flaring with a dangerous, untamed crimson light that left no room for negotiation.

Jannah tilted her chin high, her dark eyes flashing with an unyielding steel as she stared directly into his face, refusing to be intimidated by his S-tier dominance. "The contract stated I am your physician, Alpha Grefo. Your biology is clearly functioning. My work here is finished."

"I doubt I am completely healed," Dorrent countered instantly. He leaned in closer, his lips almost brushing against her ear as his grip tightened on her waist. "A single session does not guarantee a permanent cure, omega. You are my medicine. You are the only person that has caused a reaction so erratic in me in five years. You cannot leave yet."

A sharp, intuitive smirk touched Jannah’s lips despite her exhaustion. She could read the subtle, desperate panic written in the tight line of his jaw. She knew exactly how much he feared returning to the dark abyss of his impotence, and she chose that exact moment to lay a lethal, psychological trap.

"A proposal then, Alpha Grefo," Jannah whispered, her voice dropping into a clear, mocking register that cut through his dominance. "If you are truly healed, and if it wasn’t just a fluke caused by my herbs, then go to your girlfriend Joanne. Go and try sleeping with her. If you succeed in performing with her, I will leave this estate, knowing my duty is complete. But if you fail... if your dead manhood refuses to rise for her... then I will stay, and I will continue treating you on my own terms."

The room fell into a dead, suffocating silence.

Dorrent didn’t answer. He sat completely frozen, his heart hammering a heavy, irregular rhythm against his ribs as he processed her words. He knew she wasn’t bluffing. The way he had spent the past weeks mistreating her, insulting her, and calling her filth—he knew she hated him with every fiber of her being. If she decided to walk out those gates, she would never look back. And the terrifying truth was... he was absolutely not ready to let her go.

What if she was the only woman in the entire world who could ignite his S-tier biology? God knows how much he secretly wished she was the only one who could ignite him. She was his exact physical type. Joanne was nothing to him but a corporate mask.

"Fine," Dorrent rasped out, his voice a low, gravelly compliance. "I agree to your terms."

"Do not go back on your words, Alpha," Jannah warned, her breathing still shallow.

But as she spoke, Dorrent’s hand, driven by a primitive, unconscious need to test her compliance, slowly slid down her torso. His long fingers navigated past her waist, sliding between her thighs, his skin brushing against her swollen folds in an attempt to reignite the wet heat between her legs.

Jannah felt her body instantly turning traitor again, her core clenching in response to the touch, a familiar wave of liquid heat threatening to pool at the base of her spine. Terror and rage surged through her veins. Using every single ounce of her remaining physical might, she forcefully tore herself out of his grip. She lunged off the bed, stumbling across the carpet as she rapidly pulled her torn clothes over her shoulders, refusing to let him see her weakness.

Dorrent leaned back against the pillows, watching her frantic, shivering frame retreat toward the exit, a dark, teasing smirk slowly spreading across his handsome features.

"I like how your body reacts to me, little omega," he called out from behind her, his voice a deep, velvety purr that dripped with an absolute, triumphant satisfaction.

"Go to hell, Dorrent!" Jannah cursed loudly, her voice trembling with rage as she reached the doors. She whipped them open and stepped into the corridor, looking back one last time with eyes that burned with venom. "Forget about ever touching me again!"

With a resounding, violent SLAM, the door shut, cutting off the scent of the corridor and leaving the master suite in darkness once more.

Inside the quiet room, Dorrent lay back against the sheets, his skin still tingling with the residual warmth of her canal. He stared at the ceiling, a cold, ruthless smile cutting through the shadows as he whispered to the empty space, his voice a lethal promise. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"You aren’t going anywhere, my filthy omega..."