My Second Chance Lycan King

CHAPTER 5: A NEW ARRANGEMENT

AVA'S POV:

What does it mean to be useful? Does he mean sexually, or in another way?

As a married omega with no extraordinary qualities, what values did I possess? The only thing that set me apart was that I was the trophy wife of the Alpha who has been tragically cheated on for two years.

"You're gonna have to explain better. What would happen in those three days? How would I be useful?" I frowned.

"In those three days, we are going to fuck. However and whatever and wherever I please. You'd mine, from the littlest strand of hair on your head, to the sole of your feet – all mine. You'd not to feel any sort of emotional attachments or feelings toward me, because they won't be reciprocated."

The more he spoke, the more mixed feelings and emotions coursed through me. From excitement, to hurt, and mostly confusion at the audacity of this man. I mean, I know he was the Lycan King, but I never thought he'd be this egoistic.

I scoffed. "And why do you think I'd even consider an offer that only serves you?"

Like calm ice, eyes gleaming with wicked intent, Draven's lips inched up into a small smile. "First because you're a sexually starved woman. I want to fuck you so hard that I'm all you ever think about, and you want to be worshipped, kissed from the feet up. I'd give you that and more for three days. It's a win, win."

My pussy clenched. My pulse raced. I was breathless. Maybe because he was right, because I could feel my resolve crumbling. I had everything to lose in this, but what was a worse loss than what Wayne had already put me through?

"What's the second reason? The first is not as tempting as you think it is." Lies.

"Secondly, you'd be useful. Tell me, Ava, what's your dream job?"

That threw me off guard, and I frowned.

"Um...well, I've never thought about that. I've always been a secretary...even though I know I'm overqualified and deserve to be given more – but I'm just an omega, and this godforsaken world doesn't give a flying fuck if I can fly as long as I am one." My voice held bitterness, one that had buried and locked away for years.

I expected Draven to caution my tone like Wayne would. However, he seemed curious, concerned even – but it disappeared just as fast it came.

"Then I think you'd love this reason even more. My company is expanding in the human city, and I'd be meeting with the president to extend the conditions of the truce we called on our years of war. My last negotiator ran away after I yelled at her – well, I threatened to kill her family too but that's besides the point. I need a new negotiator, someone who'd work closely with me to ensure the contracts are prepared and the president understands our terms perfectly. You'd be more than just a secretary now, Ava. The world would get to see how smart and diligent you are."

My eyes grew wider by the second. A negotiator? A negotiator! What? That was huge!

After our Lycan king, Draven had ensured the peace between both races, humans and werewolves have coexisted amicably for years now. No more werewolf hunting, no more human slaughter. Werewolves were allowed to live in the human city, owning businesses and even homes.

A negotiator was a highest honor in the company, close to the place of being C.E.O. Negotiators could either make or mar the agreements between the two races. And while it was an honorable role, it also came with a lot of pressure.

Could I handle it?

"I... I don't know what to say..."

Draven got up. "You just have to say yes to everything."

"I'd be your slut in exchange for a job? Isn't that...improper? I mean, it'd be unprofessional to be your negotiator in public and then, you know, your cum bucket in private..."

"Shh." Draven cooed, stepping closer and closer till his breath mixed with mine. He tipped my face up slightly and gently kissed me, slow and intentional. "It's my company and I make the rules. I could demand a fucking orgy and no one would dare to question me. Think about all the pleasure, Ava, and not the boring part. Think about..."

His lips grazed down my neck, then he bit down softly and sucked on that particular spot. My body responded on its own, pressing closer to him, my hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.

Draven pulled back slightly, a smirk on his lips. "Think about being the best damn negotiator the company has ever seen, and then think about how good I'll make you feel after a long day. Think about the power and the pleasure, Ava."

My mind was clouded with desire and the promise of a new opportunity. Could I really go through with this? Could I really sell myself for a chance at a better life?

"What about my husband? As an Alpha, he's going to there, wouldn't he?"

"Don't worry your pretty little head about that. I'd handle it." He smiled, but it only filled my mind up with a really bad feeling.

But then again, what did I have to lose?

"Okay," I said finally, looking up at him with a mix of uncertainty and excitement. "I'll do it."

Draven's smirk widened, and he kissed me again, this time with more passion and hunger. The thought of being with him for three days, to be worshipped and pleasured, was both terrifying and thrilling.

He wasn't a regular werewolf or Alpha. Everything about him exuded absolute dominance and power. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but at that moment, it didn't matter. All that mattered was the promise of a better future and the pleasure that awaited me.

"Good. We'd be having the first of the negotiations tonight."

"WHAT?" My eyes almost popped out of me.

"Relax, darling." Draven chuckled. "I'd teach you all you need to know."

"B-but I'm not ready right now. Oh my God, I'm going to embarrass our entire race! I can't- I can't do it." I began to shake my head vehemently.

"You can. My wolf is very certain about this decision. I know you can. You're just a little tense right now. How about I help you relax?" He tucked a stray hair behind my ear, and I was caught by that little gesture. My eyes never left his blue ones.

"How?"

His gaze darkened. "I have a little ritual I go through before any big event."

"Ritual?"

"Yes." His fingers traced an imaginary line from my shoulder blade, down my back, over my waist and stopping at my thighs. "It involves you stripping, getting on the bed, and spreading those beautiful thighs for me."