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~Sienna

This is a miserable night.

My feet are wedged into shoes that are a size too small, my toes completely numb. My dress is itchy and foreign feeling and Alston's hands on my waist feel heavy and hot.

As if the public humiliation of being announced as Alston's future wide wasn't enough, I have been dancing with him while every watches on with blatant curiosity.

I can't even imagine what they think of me...everyone knows I was Onyx's mistress, and now it's been revealed that I'm Zion's daughter and marrying Alston.

And Onyx...I feel the worst about him.

I've felt his stare on me as I've danced. He's handling his anger surprisingly well, but everyone in this room can sense that he's moments away from losing control.

So as I see him approach, a hardened sense of determination apparent, I'm convinced he's going to snap, but he merely brushes by, bumping Alston to the side.

I break out of Alston's grasp, my pulse thumping against my temples.

"My bad," he says smoothly to an irritated Alston before his attention shifts to me. "Can I speak to you?"

I open my mouth to agree but Alston grabs Onyx's arm, pinning him with a glare.

"We're dancing," he seethes through his teeth, looking around to force onlookers to look away. None of us want to be the focal point of everyone's tired gossip.

"There is limited time," Onyx mutters under his breath, looking over Alston's shoulder. "Zion is distracted."

I follow his gaze to see my father, who has been watching us the entire time we've been dancing, is now facing Alpha Maren. She traces her finger down his chest, a sultry smile on her face that makes my stomach turn.

If anyone is going to be effective at distracting Zion, it's Maren.

Alston rubs his jaw tensely, torn. I wait anxiously for his answer, sidling closer to my mate with every passing second, needing to be alone with him.

"Fine. One of you leave at a time, and be quick," Alston bites out, nodding his head toward the door.

Onyx departs swiftly, weaving through the crowd toward the door. I watch his back as he walks away, pretending to resume dancing with Alston before quietly excusing myself a couple minutes later.

The cool air in the outside corridor gives me a chance to breathe, the tight grip of everyone's gazes finally releasing.

I stride down the hallway, searching passively for my mate. I'm anxious to see him again, to feel his arms around me.

A hand suddenly reaches out from behind a random door, tugging me into a dim room.

I yelp as the door slams closed and I'm pressed against the nearest wall by Onyx, nearly knocking a painting off the wall.

"Hey..." I breathe, reaching out to touch his face, brushing stray strands of hair off his temples.

My entire body relaxes, his presence alone soothing me. I hate that these moments together are stolen, as if this relationship is forbidden. We are meant to be together, and we are being forced apart by terrible forces.

"I missed you." He leans forward, resting his forehead against mine.

I tilt my head up. "Kiss me."

He leans back a touch, grimacing. "I need to tell you something."

I shake my head. Being apart is starting to kill me, and I need to feel him again. I've felt so off and strange since being away from him, which I'm assuming is the bond trying to call us back together.

"It can't possibly be more important than kissing me." I lean up on my tip toes, trying to capture his mouth with mine, but he pulls back again.

"It's about Alston." He grips my arms tightly, keeping me in place.

Alston is the last person I want to be thinking about right now. Instead, I let only my mate occupy my mind, kissing his neck in hopes of distracting him from his line of thought.

If we only have a little bit of time together, I want to make the most of it.

"Mmm. What about him?"

"I don't think he's as innocent as you think he is," he says, his voice turning rougher with every heated kiss I press to his skin.

I lace my fingers into his hair. "I don't think he's innocent. I just think he's helping us when we really need it."

Alston is doing this for his own benefit too. I'm not going to pretend like his actions are entirely altruistic.

"I'm worried he's going to turn against you." Onyx groans as I tug on his hair, biting lightly at his skin.

"He won't. I've got the situation under control." I pull back, grabbing either side of his face. "Kiss me already."

I kiss the corner of his mouth, feeling his control slowly start to unravel.

"Has he mentioned...Sienna, sweetheart..."

"What?" I run my fingernails down the back of his neck, feeling him shiver. I can feel how badly he wants me, his desire pressing against his suit pants and against my stomach.

"You're making it impossible concentrate," he mumbles, his eyes squeezed shut. I push his suit jacket off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

"I'm tired of being away from you. I want you so badly," I beg against his mouth.

I need this so badly I think I might go insane if he doesn't cave in. We can speak about the Alston issue after he kisses me. I don't even care that the door isn't locked and that we are probably in a very important room to Imogen.

Onyx is tense for a few more seconds before I feel the tether within him snap.

"Fuck it," he growls before pressing his mouth to mine.

I groan with relief, wrapping my arms around his neck as he kisses me like he's never going to kiss me again. His tongue claims my mouth, drawing all the air from my lungs.

He presses me harder into the wall, kissing me with an inescapable urgency that has need pulsing through me.

Music thumps through the walls, a dull reminder that the party still continues on beyond these walls. I don't care. All I can think about is Onyx and the way his hands hike up my dress before slipping beneath.

I gasp against his mouth as his fingers slip into my panties, immediately sliding inside of me. His kiss swallows my moan as he immediately starts pumping them into me, deep and hurried.

My legs immediately weaken, nearly giving out at the sudden burst of pleasure ricocheting inside of me. We don't have much time, and if this has to be fast and filthy, I don't care. I will claim as much as he wants to give me.

"Oh...fuck," I groan against his mouth as he holds me still, holding my gaze as he curls his fingers deep inside of me.

I can feel my climax building fast. All I can do is bow my back and push my hips into his hand as I chase my pleasure.

"You're so beautiful, I can't get enough of you," he breathes against my skin, trailing his mouth down my cheek, my jaw and to my neck.

His words send me tumbling over the edge, vibrant flares colouring my vision as wave after wave of pleasure overcomes me.

Onyx's hand presses over my mouth, muffling my strangled moans. At least he has the sense to realise we are in an unlocked room not far from the party.

I'm hastily undoing his belt as he slides his fingers from me. I nearly rip the buttons off his pants, needing him inside of me.

He slides his hands under my thighs and lifts me up until my legs wrap around his hips. His hidden strength is incredible, and for a moment all I can do is stare at his beautiful face as he readies himself for me.

Being away from him hasn't made the reality of our relationship wear off. I still cannot believe I'm about to have quick sex with my best friend against a wall like I've dreamt about so many times before.

"I want to fuck you." His grip tightens on my legs, the thick head of his cock brushing against drenched centre of me. He's waiting to hear confirmation.

I nod frantically, grabbing his shoulders for support. "Please do."

"You need to stay quiet. Can you do that for me?" He kisses the corner of my mouth before lowering his head for me to meet his eyeline.

"I'll try."

"Good girl," he murmurs, his mouth meeting mine at the same time he presses into me.

I tense, still not used to his size. My grip on him tightens, my fingertips digging into his flesh to the point it probably hurts, but he doesn't seem to mine, pressing in until he rests at the hilt.

I let out a shuddering breath, meeting his eyes, noting the soft curve of his lips.

"You were made to take me," he praises gently before he nearly pulls out all the way before he thrusts back in again. "But we must be fast, my dear mate."

My head bows forward into the crook of his neck, all thoughts vacating my mind as he sets a quick, hard pace.

His hands pulls my hips back to meet him, filling me deeper than I've ever felt before. Every thrust is laced with beautiful pleasure, making having to suppress my moans so much harder.

I bite down on my lower lip until I taste blood, breathing harshly. Onyx is merciless, all while whispering the sweetest praises into my ear. I can barely hear them, the sound of my rapid heartbeat filling my ears.

"You're so perfect." He bites out every word between every punishing thrust, his teeth grazing and biting along my jaw. "You feel so good."

I can't get any words out at risk of moaning his name into the air. The music can only conceal so much.

I can feel him so deeply, so completely that it's almost too much to bear. I'm practically staring over the edge of my release, waiting for that perfect, blissful drop into oblivion.

"I love you," he says breathlessly into my ear, just as he hits a glorious spot inside me, shoving me unceremoniously over the edge.

I cling to him, muffling my screams into the nape of his neck, feeling his fingers wind into my hair pulling it until the pain melds with pleasure.

He follows soon after, pressing all the way deep inside of me.

I chant my love for him into his ear until he eases out of me, gently lowering me back to the ground.

"I miss you so fucking much. I need you home," he says as he buttons his pants back up, watching me slide my panties back up my thighs.

I'll have to remember to take the tea later to avoid pregnancy. It's worth it though, knowing I'm going to feel him inside of me until I see him again.

"At least it's only a week till we get to see each other," I bring up, my voice hoarse.

Once out outfits are righted, he draws me into his arms, pressing me close. I rest my head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

He smells like sweat and sex and me. I never want this to end.

"We need to make a decision about what option we are going to choose, otherwise we have to think of another solution." He runs his fingers through my hair, sending tiny shivers licking up my skin.

"We will," I say determinedly. "Zion isn't going to win."

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