**Alpha’s Chamber**
Carla bowed low. “Alpha. You sent for me?”
Alpha Ace didn’t turn from the window. “Yeah. I’ve been turning it over in my head—how the hell did those creatures get through the city walls? The barriers have been sealed with magic for decades.” His voice dropped. “Find Samantha. Bring her to me. Now.”
“Yes, Alpha.” Carla backed out without another word.
**Royal Chamber**
The guards dipped their heads as Sabrina passed, maids fluttering behind her like nervous birds. She moved straight for the Alpha’s private suite. More bows, more lowered eyes. At the doors she stopped.
“Stay here,” she told them quietly.
“Yes, my lady.”
She gathered her night robe so it wouldn’t trail and slipped inside.
The lounge was dark and empty. She kept going, straight to the bedroom.
There he was—Ace—standing at the window again, staring up at the sky like it owed him answers. She’d never figured out what he was looking for up there.
“Alpha,” she said softly, dipping into a bow, lips already curving.
He turned. Slow. Those eyes of his hit her like winter. “I didn’t call you, Sabrina.” She smiled wider, stepping closer. “You were wound tight all day. Let me fix that.” “Not tonight. Go back to your rooms.”
She didn’t budge. Her fingers brushed the edge of his robe instead. “You might be too tired to take what you want… but I can still give you what you need. Then I’ll leave. Promise.”
He just looked at her. Blank. Unreadable.
Sabrina’s smile turned wicked. She reached up, pulled the pin from her hair, twisted the long black strands into a quick knot, and sank to her knees.
Ace’s gaze followed every inch of the descent. He knew what was coming. Sabrina never heard “no” when she wanted to please him—and maybe that’s exactly why he hadn’t sent her away years ago.
She tugged his pants open. His cock sprang free—heavy, thick, already stirring. She wrapped her fingers around him carefully, feeling him pulse against her palm. Gods, he was big. Her thighs clenched just looking at him. She flicked her eyes up; he was watching. Heat flooded her face, but she dropped her gaze and got to work.
First she shrugged off her robe. Silk whispered to the floor until she was bare on her knees in front of him. One hand stroked him slow and teasing while the other slipped between her own legs, circling lazily.
She kissed the tip—soft, reverent—then trailed feather-light kisses down every veined inch. Tongue flicked the frenulum, dragged along the sensitive underside, then up again in long, wet licks. She tasted him, breathed him in, learned him all over again.
Even stone-cold Ace couldn’t hide it forever. His breaths turned rough, low, telling her everything. She smiled against his skin. This was her crown—no one else could pull these sounds from him.
Twenty minutes of slow, filthy worship later, he tensed and came hard down her throat. She swallowed it all, every drop, then looked up at him with that satisfied little smile she knew drove him crazy.
**Ace’s POV**
I smirked and hauled her onto the bed. She propped herself up, middle finger sliding between her slick folds, soft moans slipping out like she couldn’t help it.
I grabbed her waist, yanked her close. Our mouths collided—hungry, messy, tongues sliding together like we’d been starving for it.
The deeper we kissed, the faster her finger moved. Wetness slicked the sheets. I pushed her hand away and replaced it with mine—two fingers sinking into her heat. She wasn’t virgin-tight, but fuck, the way she gripped me… perfect. Her hips rolled, chasing every curl of my fingers.
I kept at it until she was trembling, then pulled free and broke the kiss.
“Please,” she whispered, voice all soft edges and need. “Eat me.”
I nipped her earlobe. “You sure you won’t be crying by the end?”
“Make me cry. Make me scream your name. Please—just your tongue.”
She rose up, straddling my face as I lay back. I guided her hips down with both hands.
I started gentle—a slow kiss against her dripping entrance. She whimpered. Then my tongue went to work, tracing every fold, circling her clit until her thighs shook. I sucked, flicked, plunged deep. My hands found her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers, pinching just enough to make her gasp.
She rocked against my mouth, grinding down, fucking my tongue while one hand wrapped around my cock again—slow, lazy strokes that kept me aching.
“Fuck me,” she begged suddenly, flipping onto her back.
I settled between her thighs, spread her wide, and pushed in slow. Her heat swallowed me inch by inch. Those eyes—dark, desperate—locked on mine, begging for more.
But I held back. I wanted her begging first. Real begging. My thrusts stayed deep, deliberate, teasing.
“Ace… harder,” she gasped, arching up.
“Say my name,” I murmured, smirking.
“Go to hell.”
I laughed under my breath, leaned down, and caught a nipple between my teeth—gentle bite, slow suck. She grabbed my head, legs locking around me, moving with every roll of my hips.
I took both nipples in turn, sucking harder. A broken moan tore out of her. “Faster, Ace… please.”
“Louder.”
“Please—please—” Her voice cracked, filling the room.
“You’ll be begging me to stop soon,” I warned, picking up speed, slamming into the spots that made her whole body jerk. My hand slipped down, rubbing tight circles over her clit.
“Harder—yes—fuck!” Her head thrashed, black hair spilling everywhere. Seven, eight minutes in, I felt her start to flutter around me. I was right there too.
I pulled out with a groan. She lunged up, took me in her mouth, and I came hard—watching her swallow, lick me clean, eyes shining like she’d won.
For once… I caught myself thinking maybe I wished she really was my mate.