Wicked Cravings

5.I'm Going to Die💫

She was going to die.

She was officially a prisoner of war.

She was incredibly horny, and it was all thanks to...

...speaking of the fucking devil.

"If you don't let me out of this fucking cell this very minute, I will kill you last. Slowly and very painfully," Octavia yelled the moment she saw him pull up a chair and sit in front of her cell. During the "ride"—and by that ride, she meant being tossed over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes—any time she tried to wiggle out of his arms, he would slap her ass and smirk like the goddamn Queen of Sheba. How she wanted to kill him.

"And why would I do that? At this point, I'm trying to decide whether to fuck you or kill you, or a combination of the two," Atlas said honestly as Octavia gripped the bars. The cell was cleanly kept, with a cot in the right-hand corner instead of a bed. On the opposite side, there was a toilet.

"If you let me out, we can test that theory," Octavia said as Atlas continued smirking at her.

"You have quite a tongue on you. I think I can think of much better uses for it," Atlas said as Octavia rolled her eyes at his machismo.

"I would rather die," Octavia said as Atlas reached through the bars and pushed her face against them. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "That can most definitely be arranged."

Atlas inhaled sharply. The scent of lavender permeated the air. He pushed her away with such force that she stumbled and fell on her ass in the cell.

"Fuck, I know you don't like me, and I don't like you either, but that's no way to treat a lady," Octavia said as she got up and dusted off her clothes.

"I don't see a lady. I treat you as you deserve to be treated—like my whore," Atlas teased. At that moment, a brilliant idea came to Octavia. She still had most of her clothes on, and he had two guards stationed outside her cell 24/7 as if she was the only prisoner in this godforsaken place.

"Then maybe it's time I start acting like one, don't you agree?" Octavia teased as she zipped down the front of her leather suit. She wouldn't fucking dare, Atlas wondered as he kept eye contact with what she was doing. He watched as she shrugged off the jacket and let it fall to the floor. She wasn't wearing a bra. That was his first thought as he saw her perky double Ds spill from her chest. "Fuck," the word spilled from his lips. The Goddess sure took her time creating this one.

His guards, Mateo and Ezra, gathered around to watch the show she was putting on. His mate, his woman, was naked in front of other men. He felt like he was going to burst a blood vessel in his brain. This woman was going to be the death of him. Mateo and Ezra had their tongues hanging out of their mouths.

"Are you boys enjoying the view?" Octavia asked as Atlas growled so furiously that the bars of the cell rattled. What the fuck was she thinking? She belonged to him. How dare she allow someone else to see what belonged to him? What was his to claim?

"Get the fuck out," Atlas growled calmly yet so menacingly that Mateo and Ezra ran out of there like their asses were on fire.

"But Alpha..." Ezra started as Atlas's eyes remained rooted on his female.

"I will not repeat myself. If you don't want me to haul your cock through your ass, you will get the fuck out of here right now," Atlas warned as Octavia walked away from the bars.

"You're no fun at all," Octavia pouted as Atlas pulled the chair over to where she was sitting.

"Are you horny? Do you want me to suck that pussy of yours until you come, but you must promise to be a good girl. Am I understood?" Alpha Atlas asked as Octavia looked at this man—not this werewolf, the same creature that killed her grandmother—and yet the idea of his tongue between her legs was not completely off-putting. He would lower his guard, a perfect opportunity for her to complete her assassination attempts.