Chapter 4

Ezra's POV

"Kneel!"

My command sliced through the heavy silence of my private suite, a low growl laced with unyielding authority. As the Alpha of Silver Moon Group, my word was law—absolute, undeniable, and dripping with the weight of my dominance.

Evanthe sank to her knees before me instantly, her movements graceful and well-rehearsed. Her blue eyes shimmered with eager anticipation as she reached for my belt, her fingers deftly undoing it with practiced ease. In mere moments, she had stripped away my pants and underwear, unveiling my cock—abnormally massive, its thick veins bulging prominently. A fearsome and intimidating one, I must say.

I lounged in my black leather chair, legs splayed wide, my impressive length jutting upward like a scepter of power. Evanthe's full lips curved into a knowing smile, her azure gaze locking onto mine, brimming with confidence. She knew my desires, my demands—she'd serviced them countless times before.

"Open your mouth and suck it," I ordered, my voice rough with primal lust, the words a guttural command that brooked no defiance.

She complied instantly, brushing a stray strand of golden hair behind her ear with an almost delicate flourish before leaning in. I didn't wait for her to take the lead. My hand shot out, fingers knotting roughly in her silky hair, yanking her forward until her lips hovered just above my throbbing cock. I shoved her down, forcing her mouth onto me, the wet heat of her enveloping my shaft as I slid in deep.

I was massive—too big for her, always had been—and I relished the way her lips stretched wide, struggling to accommodate me. Her tongue flicked against the underside of my cock, hot and slick, sending a jolt of raw pleasure up my spine. I didn't ease her into it. With a firm grip on her hair, I thrust deeper, ramming myself into her throat until I felt the tight clench of her gag reflex kicking in.

She tapped my thigh, a feeble signal for air, her nails grazing my skin.

"You need to take all of me," I snarled, ignoring her plea, my voice a dark rumble of command.

Her eyes watered, but she nodded, eager to please, desperate to prove herself. I loosened my hold just enough to let her adjust, then slammed forward again, burying my cock to the hilt. Her throat constricted around me, a vise of wet heat that made my balls tighten and my pulse roar. "Fuck, that's it," I growled, the sensation tearing a ragged edge into my control.

Evanthe choked, her body trembling as she fought for breath, but I didn't relent. I pulled back only to plunge in again, harder, deeper, the wet slap of her lips against my base echoing in the room. Tears streaked down her cheeks, smudging the perfection of her face, but she didn't pull away. Her hands braced against my thighs, nails digging in as she sucked me harder, her tongue swirling around my tip each time I withdrew.

My breathing turned jagged, chest heaving as the pleasure built, a wildfire scorching through my veins. I was lost in the tight, sloppy heaven of her mouth.

I grabbed her head with both hands now, fingers digging into her scalp, holding her still as I fucked her face with abandon. My cock slammed into her throat, the tip battering the back, her muffled moans vibrating against me. Spit dribbled down her chin, mixing with tears, her pristine beauty unraveling under my assault. I didn't care. She was a vessel for my pleasure, nothing more.

The pressure coiled tight in my core, my balls drawing up as the edge loomed closer. One final, punishing thrust sent me spiraling. I roared, a guttural sound of triumph and release, my cock pulsing as I came hard. Thick ropes of hot cum shot into her mouth, flooding her throat, spilling past her lips as she struggled to swallow. I held her there, forcing her to take every drop, watching as the excess dripped down her chin and splattered onto her heaving chest.

When the last shudder racked my body, I released her, my hands falling away as I slumped back in the chair, chest rising and falling heavily. Evanthe gasped for air, coughing as she wiped her cum-smeared face with the back of her hand. She looked up at me, lips swollen and red, a messy, debauched version of the poised woman she'd been moments ago. "How was that, my Alpha?" she purred, voice hoarse but laced with pride.

I completely ignored her question, my gaze fixed somewhere above her head. I couldn't care less about engaging with her beyond what she'd just provided.

"No one can please you like I do, my king. I know your body so well," she continued, her tone laced with possessiveness.

I turned my head to look at the far side of the room, lost in my own thoughts, deliberately avoiding eye contact with her. Her words meant nothing to me.

I don't want another mate. Prime and I are better off without any attachments, I thought to myself.

Years ago, I'd lost my destined mate, a pain that had torn through my soul like nothing I'd ever experienced. It had nearly destroyed both me and Prime, my wolf. It had taken him ages to partially recover from the damage of a broken mate bond. I wasn't sure either of us had truly moved past it.

Then I had these excessive and irresistible sexual needs. I couldn't control my sexual desires, possessing an unmatched massive penis, with extremely powerful sexual abilities, often causing my partners to faint during sex. And I needed the girls in the Moon Alliance Program to satisfy these primal urges.

We need this. We need release. But we don't need to fall into the trap of love again, Prime whispered in my mind.

I knew reinstating the Moon Alliance Program was necessary for Silver Moon territory, something the Elders had been insisting on for years.

No matter how hurt I was, no matter how much I didn't want another mate, this wasn't a decision I could make for myself. The pack needed a Luna and an heir to eventually take the throne. As Alpha, I couldn't escape this responsibility.

My phone suddenly rang, interrupting my thoughts and pulling me back from the depths of memory. Evanthe retrieved it from the black marble table and handed it to me, her movements graceful and ingratiating.

I slid the green icon to answer. "What is it, Nathaniel?" I asked curtly.

My Beta's voice came through clearly: "Alpha, you can begin preparing for the welcoming ceremony for the new girls. They've arrived at headquarters."

I ended the call and began putting on my underwear and pants, my movements efficient and elegant. It was time to leave.

"Are you going somewhere, Alpha?" Evanthe asked, that irritating smile still plastered on her face.

I didn't bother answering her question or even looking at her as I continued dressing.

She pouted, clearly disappointed. "Can't you stay a little longer? We could go deeper in bed... I know the positions you like."

I stood up and buckled my belt, straightening my shirt, completely ignoring her presence as if she were merely another piece of furniture in the room.

"Please stay, Ezra," she pleaded, her voice almost desperate.

She grabbed my muscular arm to stop me from leaving, her pale fingers clutching at my bicep. I slowly turned to face her, my eyes flashing cold gold. The intimidating stare made her immediately release me and lower her head.

I'd told Evanthe time and again that our relationship was purely physical, but she constantly fantasized about becoming my Luna.

I adjusted my collar and strode out of my quarters without giving her another glance.

It was time to inspect the new additions to my pack.