Vengeance in His Bed

The final, brutal crescendo of their encounter tore through the confined air of the transport.

Dorrent furiously pumped into her, his massive frame driving forward with an unhinged, predatory speed that left absolutely no room for Jannah to breathe. Every single thrust was deep and punishing, forcing her to moan out loud in a high, breathless pitch that echoed relentlessly against the reinforced windows. The frantic rhythm was so aggressive that a loud, heavy squelching sound vibrated continuously between them where their wet, sweat-sheened bodies violently met. Her internal walls were completely swollen, convulsing helplessly around his brutal size, but he showed no mercy.

Suddenly, right at the absolute peak of the friction, Dorrent gripped her waist with bone-crushing force and violently yanked his entire length completely out of her entrance.

The sudden, explosive release of pressure caused Jannah’s body to violently buckle. With a loud, ragged gasp, she squirted all over, a heavy, thick wave of her omega fluids erupting across the small space. It spilled onto Dorrent’s pristine trousers and torn silk shirt, soaking the premium fabric. Some of the warm, sweet fluid even splashed directly across his jaw and over his lips.

Dorrent’s eyes flared with a dangerous, dark crimson fire as he slowly ran his tongue across his upper lip, licking the fluid off with a primitive, terrifying satisfaction. He raised his right palm and delivered a loud, stinging spank directly against her bare, flushed behind, making her flesh quiver in the dim light.

"Mmm, fuck... you taste absolutely incredible, Jannah," Dorrent growled, his breathing heavy and ragged as his nostrils flared from the thick, sweet scent filling the cabin. He leaned his face down, his hot breath scorching her ear. "The last time we did this in my bedroom, you never squirted like this. Tell me, little physician... is it just that you weren’t fucked well enough by your Alpha that night?"

Jannah didn’t answer him. Her teeth were clenched tightly together as she lay draped across his lap, her chest heaving in short, desperate gasps. Behind her closed eyelids, her mind was spinning in pure surprise and deep shame. She couldn’t understand how her own treacherous body had behaved this time. This was only their second time fucking, yet her weak omega anatomy had completely betrayed her hatred, reaching a level of explosive, wet responsiveness that she had never thought possible with her enemy.

Before she could process the humiliation, Dorrent aggressively realigned his thick, veiny cock against her wet threshold. With a single surge of his hips, he delivered three final, devastatingly deep thrusts, burying his massive length all the way to the hilt inside her. A low, guttural roar ripped from his chest as he reached his climax, his manhood slamming hard against her cervix as he spilled his hot, thick seed deep inside her core.

The moment the pulsing vibrations of his release slowed down, Jannah immediately shifted her weight, trying to wiggle her hips away from his lap. She had been fucked enough. They had been locked in this brutal, intense encounter on the highway and in the garage for a very long time, and her muscles were burning, her skin raw. She just wanted to escape his suffocating grip, leave the transport, and head straight inside the mansion to wash the sticky evidence of her submission off her body.

But Dorrent’s hands clamped around her waist, yanking her back down onto his lap before she could even slide an inch away, completely refusing to remove his cock from her.

"Where do you think you’re going?" Dorrent whispered darkly, his eyes locking onto her terrified face with absolute, unyielding dominance. "Stay exactly where you are. Just give it a few seconds inside your tight walls... and it will awake again."

Jannah’s eyes widened in pure terror. Just as the words left his lips, she felt the dormant, heavy flesh inside her begin to twitch and rapidly expand once more, swelling with sudden, immense rigidity that stretched her tight center to the absolute limit. A cold sweat broke out along her neck. She realized with a hollow, crushing dread that she was facing the worst day of raw, unhinged fucking from her enemy—he was going to keep her trapped on his lap, riding his pathologically obsessed cock for probably the entire night. With a quiet, helpless sob of exhaustion, her fingers dug deep into his broad, muscular shoulders as his hips began to violently thrust into her all over again.

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It was nearly an hour later when the entry doors of the mansion finally slid open, allowing the cool night air to rush into the grand foyer.

Jannah and Dorrent walked into the house side by side, the suffocating silence between them heavy with the scent of their combined pheromones. Guron Grefo was completely absent from the main hall; the lights in his private study were dark, indicating the patriarch was likely out of the city on an unexpected late-night business trip to manage the high-district merger audits.

The only presence in the vast living room was Shadron Valerius. He was sprawled out on the long, white leather sofa, having fallen asleep while waiting for his friend to return. The heavy sound of the front lock clicking shut violently woke him from his stupor. He rubbed his eyes, sitting up quickly, but the moment his sharp gaze settled on the pair crossing the marble floor, a broad, highly amused smirk stretched across his silver-haired features.

Jannah was walking incredibly weirdly, her inner thighs stiff and raw from the hours of continuous, rigorous friction inside the transport. Her head was bowed low, her dark strands of hair completely hiding her flushed cheeks as she deliberately avoided Shadron’s eyes, rushing straight toward the grand staircase to head upstairs to her quarters.

Shadron looked at his best friend, taking in Dorrent’s disheveled appearance, his unbuttoned shirt, and the deep exhaustion lining his handsome face.

"Goddamn, Dorrent..." Shadron chuckled loudly, shaking his head in pure, unadulterated appreciation. "You are an absolute beast. You look like you just fought a war in that garage."

Suddenly, Shadron’s gaze flicked down to the front of Dorrent’s trousers and silk shirt, noticing the large, distinct patches of wet, dried fluid staining the premium fabric. He looked up the staircase, tracking Jannah’s limping silhouette as she reached the mid-landing.

"Oh, wow," Shadron whistled softly, a wicked, envious grin cutting into his face. "Look at those clothes. So that lower-district maid is actually a juice queen? I swear to god, Dorrent, I wish the universe would bless me with a juice squirt queen like that just for one weekend. She completely soaked you!"

Dorrent stopped dead in his tracks at the foot of the stairs, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with a sudden, lethal wave of possessive fury as he glared at his friend.

"Shut your pathetic mouth and go to hell, Shadron," Dorrent cursed him fiercely, his deep voice a terrifying, low growl that echoed off the ceiling.