Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Bound by Need

"Get out," Dorrent snapped, the gravel in his throat vibrating with a possessive, dark command. His eyes remained locked onto Guron, who was still standing near the edge of the mattress with an amused, knowing smirk on his face.

Guron’s laughter died in his throat, replaced by a low, displeased growl. The older alpha did not like being dismissed, especially not by a son bound to a bed, but the sheer, raw intensity of Dorrent’s pheromones—sharp, bitter, and laced with an untamed, desperate heat—even made him hesitate.

"Very well," Guron sneered, holding his hands up in mock surrender as he took a slow step backward toward the door. "I’ll give you your privacy. But do not disappoint me, Dorrent. You have waited too long for this. Finish what she started."

With a sharp click of the latch, the door swung shut, leaving only the two of them alone in the room. The silence rushed back in, heavy and suffocating. The scent of bitter frost from the alpha mixed with Jannah’s sweet, floral omega scent, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that made the room feel smaller, tighter.

Jannah stood frozen in the center of the room, her knees feeling like water. Her heart was beating so hard and fast against her ribs that she was certain Dorrent could hear the frantic rhythm. She looked at the massive, throbbing erection resting against the dark sheets. It was an intimidating sight—veins pulsing along the thick shaft, the tip glistening with pre-cum, radiating a heat so intense it seemed to reach across the distance and scorch her skin.

She had come here to punish him. She had come with a satchel full of toxic herbs, determined to break him from the inside out, to avenge the parents who had been slaughtered during a ruthless, mindless rut. Yet here she was, standing entirely at his mercy, trembling under the weight of his stare.

"Did you not hear me, omega?" Dorrent’s voice had softened, dropping into an intimate, deep register that coiled around her senses like a physical touch. "Come here and finish the treatment."

Jannah swallowed the lump of terror in her throat, taking small, hesitant steps forward until the tips of her shoes touched the side of the mattress. Her hands were still trembling, the small, pale fingers looking almost impossibly fragile against the broad, muscular expanse of his chest and thighs. She looked down at the floorboards, trying to avoid the piercing, predatory gaze that was fixed on her every movement.

"Look at me," he commanded, the tone dropping into a rough, husky vibration that left no room for argument. "I said, look into my eyes while you do it."

Jannah’s breath hitched. Slowly, agonizingly, she raised her chin, her dark eyes locking into his crimson-tinted ones. The intensity was staggering. There was no longer hatred in those eyes—it had been swallowed by an overwhelming, agonizing need that burned like a furnace.

Her hands hovered over the length of him for a second, hesitating, before she let her small fingers wrap around the heated, rigid member. The contact was electric. A jolt of pure heat shot through her palms, the sheer friction and size of him causing a soft gasp to escape her lips. She began to move her hands, rubbing up and down the length of his shaft, the coarse, rough texture of the skin sending a jolt of raw electricity straight to her core.

Dorrent let out a sharp, ragged breath, his jaw clenching tightly as his head fell back against the pillows. A low, vibrating grunt rumbled in his throat. It felt incredible. For five years, the best physicians in the city had touched him with cold, clinical precision, their faces devoid of passion, their bodies producing nothing but numbness in his core. But this omega—possessed a warmth that broke through the walls of his affliction.

"Yes," Dorrent rasped, his eyes burning as he watched her small hands work over his length. "Just like that, you filthy little omega. Keep going. Don’t you dare stop."

The friction was driving him out of his mind. The heat in his abdomen pooled, rushing downward into his member, pulsing with an agonizing pressure that demanded release. His dick was burning, the awakened desire tearing through the numbness of the past few years like a raging fire.

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