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~Onyx

"It seems like everyone is vying for your attention tonight."

I push off the wall, looking at Maren.

"Everyone except who I want to," I mutter, scanning the dance floor for Sienna. She's there somewhere. Last time I saw her she was dancing with Alex, although it's been some time since then.

"Ouch. You could at least look somewhat pleased to see me." Maren tucks her hair behind her ear, revealing her long, straight jaw.

The entire reason for me standing against the wall was to avoid anymore propositions to dance. I can't stand another lifeless, pointless conversation.

Regardless, I turn to face her. "How are you, Maren? Secretly looking for ways to fuck me over?"

"Always, of course." She takes a long sip of wine. "And always looking for ways to fuck you."

She drags her dark green stare over me, her lips curving wickedly.

I shake my head, my jaw tightening. "I'm not in the mood."

I should have known she would ruin my night.

"What's the matter? Your mistress not around?" She glides closer, resting her hand on my shoulder. I brush it off irritably.

"Where is Sienna?" I mumble, searching through the mass of dancing people.

Now that I think about it, I haven't been able to get my eyes on her for a while now. I've been so lost in thought, wondering which excuse would get me out of this the fastest.

"Minding her own business elsewhere." Maren rests her hand on the side of my face, encouraging me to look at her. "I want to talk to you about Zion."

Usually that name would draw my attention.

"First I need to know where Sienna is." It doesn't feel like she's in the crowd, as everywhere I look there's an absence of her.

"This is a party. She's off enjoying herself somewhere." Maren snags my sleeve, leaning closer. "Your mistress will be in your room to service you tonight. For now, shall we continue talking?"

The sensation of suspicion blooms in my chest. "Why do I get the feeling you've done something?"

"What could I have done?" She gives a half shrug, but the wicked gleam in her eyes tells me all I need to know.

I push off the wall, not sparing her another glance as I stride onto the dance floor.

I split couples apart and send a few off the floor as I scan the area for my friend.

She's nowhere to be found.

With a hardened jaw I stalk toward the exit. She better have retired to a guest room early. I fear Maren has said something disparaging to her that has scared her off.

Passing by the towering double glass doors at the other end of the ballroom, I pause, the cold night air ruffling my hair.

Outside is a cobbled path cutting through an eclectic garden. I remember there being a magnificent foundation around the corner with plenty of space to sit down.

Something pulls me outside.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I leave behind the elegant music and laughing people, striding into the shadows.

As I turn the corner, my heart jumps into my throat.

Sienna is pressed up against Lord Ableman, her dress rumpled beneath his hands as he grips her waist tightly. His face is buried against her neck, in her soft auburn waves that have been let loose.

For a moment I'm inclined to back off, until I see her obvious struggle. She pushes at his chest, trying desperately to angle herself away from him.

I'm talking before I can think. "Lord Ableman."

The man yanks himself away from Sienna at the sound of my voice booming through the garden. He practically pushes her away, causing her to sway uneasily on her heeled feet.

Inexplicable rage overwhelms me.

"Alpha," he stutters, rubbing the back of his neck as he looks between Sienna and I. "Good evening."

I will calm over myself. Sienna doesn't need to witness Ableman's blood splattered over the cobblestones, and Maren would no doubt cause problems if slaughtered him like I'm itching to do.

"It must be a good night for you, considering your hands are all over my mistress." Cold anger laces through every word I utter.

"My apologies-"

Suddenly, Sienna huffs before she rears her arm back and punches Ableman straight across the jaw.

The man stumbles back, and in his shock, trips over his own ankles, his head landing on the corner of the fountain with a pleasant thud, knocking him out cold.

Sienna yelps, shaking her fist in pain, hardly minding the man slumped body on the ground.

"Ow, that hurt!"

"Fuck Sienna. Well done." I'm in front of her in an instant, taking her hand into mine, brushing my thumb over her knuckles. Her hand doesn't appear broken, but it will bruise tomorrow.

She's drawing in rapid breaths, looking between me, her hands and Ableman, who is groaning as he slowly regains consciousness.

"You hit him pretty good." I almost laugh. I've never seen her do something like that.

"I think I'm going to pass out." She squeeze her eyes shut, stumbling back a few steps.

Bracing my arm around her waist, I yank her against me for support. Her eyes are red and her cheeks are flushed. She's drunk.

"Let's get you to the room," I murmur, looking back to the party.

She lays her hand on my chest, dazed. "I'm staying with you?"

"Yes. Being that you're my mistress and all," I add, looking pointedly at Ableman. Not that he will have much memory of this current interaction. "Are you okay to head up there now? I need to do something first."

I hold her shoulders, making sure she can remain steady on her feet before I let her go.

She nods mindlessly, in another world completely. "Yeah. Okay."

Before she can leave, I stop her again, unable to shake the uncomfortable feeling accompanying the pulsing anger in my head.

"Hey." I lower my voice. "I'm sorry it was my words that stopped him. I'm sorry he didn't think yours were enough."

He's going to pay for that.

She looks up at me with her red rimmed eyes, blinking drowsily.

"It's...my hand hurts."

I smile tightly. She is no head space to be dealing with this right now. Once I'm done here, I'm going to need to find out who forced so much alcohol on her, because there's no way she would get so drunk on her own.

"I'll be in the room in a second," I murmur.

Bending slightly, she pulls off her heels, holding them in one hand before she pads out of the garden, no longer caring about whoever may see her.

Once she's out of sight, I inhale slowly before turning back to the vile man writhing on the ground, holding his jaw.

I stand over him, leaning down to grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him half off the cobblestones. He whimpers, wincing as I stare him down.

"Count yourself lucky Ableman, that it was her hitting you and not me," I growl, shaking him a little. "Next time I so much as see you look in her direction, I'll strip you of your estate, your title and all your money, then I'll kill you. Understand?"

Tears gather in the corners of his eyes. "I'm sorry."

I should kill him. I should slash his throat right here. And I would, too, if it wouldn't cause so much political upset, and more importantly, trouble Sienna.

He'll be punished in other ways, though. Ways that will arguably hurt him more.

"Sienna is mine." My hands tighten around his shirt I physically resist the urge to wrap them around his throat. "Nobody touches what's mine."

Dropping him back onto the cobblestones, I back off, watching as he nods fervently in agreement.

I'm trying to convince myself my words are to prove she's my mistress...

But I'm failing.

~Sienna

I lay back against the covers, basking in the cool sensation that tingles against my warm skin.

Distantly I know something is wrong. Perhaps I've been drugged, or that drink Maren offered me had an absurd alcohol percentage.

But I don't care. I just know one thing: I'm beyond turned on.

The bedroom door opens after what feels like hours of staring at it. Onyx steps in, and the moment he see's me he instinctively steps back before he realises he's supposed to be sharing a bed with me.

I lay in nothing but my under garments, too hot for clothing.

"What took you so long?" I ask.

"Sienna," Onyx chokes out, looking at me and then the floor. "What happened to your dress?"

"I'm so hot," I pout, leaning up on the pillows. "Hot and turned on."

The sensation burns at my core like an inferno, having long since overcome me. It pulses and sparks, especially upon seeing Onyx.

I need him.

"Please don't tell me it's because of Ableman." Onyx's expression morphs into one of pure disgust as he takes a tentative step closer.

"Absolutely not."

He slowly shrugs off his jacket and I almost drool. His thick, corded muscles are hugged by the white material of his button-up shirt. It's sinfully dirty in a way I never expected to be so attracted to.

I mean fuck. Has he always been this hot? Not just handsome, but mouth-wateringly sexy?

"You just experienced something traumatic..."

I hardly even remember what happened tonight. Every memory is shrouded by some grey mist I'm too occupied to fight through right now.

"You can look at me. I'm sure you've seen plenty of naked bodies," I note.

He's concentrating on the floor like is a thought provoking painting. I wish for once, he wouldn't be so damn respectful.

"Not your naked body," he mutters, a muscle in his jaw ticking.

I'm not even naked. I could be. However, even in my stupor, it feels wrong to reveal my body to him when he hasn't indicated he wants to see it.

I sense his interest, though. I see it stirring in his dress pants.

"I'm just like all the other girls you've been with."

"No, you're not." He says it like the notion is offensive. "What's going on with you?"

I shrug casually, splaying out against the cool covers. He finally drags his gaze to me, but only to assess for signs of sickness, delusion.

I don't need to have something wrong with me to want him like this.

"Maren gave me a drink and now I feel ready to rip the clothes off the nearest person," I admit.

"She drugged you." He sighs, rubbing the tense lines from his forehead. "I'm going to kill her."

"I think she wants us to sleep with her."

Not that I care. I'm floating on the top of the world right now, and maybe I should be irritated or angry that Maren successfully drugged me, but I'm not.

"No, she wants you fucking someone else tonight so she can ruin my life," he mutters. "Ableman, I assume."

He's still hanging back away from the bed. I sense he's worried that if he gets too close he'll react to my advances.

"I'm not fucking someone else, Onyx." I pat next to me. "Come to bed."

His eyes narrow before he digs into his bag. I watch curiously as he pulls out one of his shirts, throwing it in my direction.

"Here, put this on."

"Why?" I hold it up. It's plain black.

"Just do it, Sienna. Please." He sounds like he's begging, his gaze still finding anything else to look at other than me.

Reluctantly I pull it over me. My skin is burning hot, instantly protesting at the feeling of fabric draped over it. It seems as though the source of my insatiable heat comes from between my legs.

Onyx vanishes into the bathroom. A few minutes later he's returned, wearing loose pants for sleeping, his suit gone.

"I liked you in a suit." My fingertip brushes along my lower lip as I gaze at him.

He settles on the bed next to me, stretching his long legs out in front of him. He still looks tense despite me being mostly dressed now.

"I liked you in that dress." His voice is laden deep, his gaze sweeping to me.

The weight of that stare is suffocating. The drugs are fuelling my desires, but only because there has been something there to ignite it in the first place.

I need him so desperately now because I have always needed him.

"We're friends. My body isn't something to fear."

"I don't know about that..." His jaw is so tight I'm surprised his teeth haven't shattered.

"What?"

"You're not yourself. Drink some water and get some sleep." The raw command in his voice would usually have me obliging. Instead, it has desire sparking in my veins, throbbing between my legs.

I want him to command me to do something far more lewd than just sleep.

"I don't want to sleep. I want relief," I insist.

"Sleep is relief." He rubs his temples, like this experience is draining the energy out of him.

I huff. He can't expect me to sleep like this. The pulsing need between my legs is biting at this point, and needs a very thorough dealing with.

Fuelled by Onyx's pressing gaze, I trail my hand down my body to the hem of his shirt I'm wearing. I start to pull it up, wanting to delve my fingers into my panties.

Onyx grabs my wrist before the hem can even shift an inch up my thighs.

"No, Sienna."

"Come on. That's not fair." He can't seriously expect me to sit here like this. I'll go to the bathroom at this point if he doesn't want to watch.

Although I know he does...he can't seem to take his eyes off of me.

"You'll regret it in the morning," he says sternly, but even him, in all his restraint can't hide the want in his voice.

The drug is doing a lot to me, but it's not taking that perception from me.

"I don't care about the morning." I roll over onto my side so I can face him, hoping I look as sexy as I feel. "If I can't do it myself, will you help me?"

His expression breaks, and for a moment I see the raw, aching desire for me. It's real. He wants me as badly as I want him, and I don't think he wants to hide this anymore.

He sits up and I join him, waiting with bated breath to see if he will make a move.

He holds my face firmly between two hands. "Sienna, I'm not going to have you for the first time one of Maren's guest rooms when you're intoxicated."

"You're not?"

"No. It will be in my bed, and I'm going to take my time with you." His gaze falls to my lips. "Fuck Sienna, I'm going to take all night."

My heart stutters.

My mind is clear enough to know the implications of this. All these years I thought he only had platonic feelings for me, and now, it appears I was wrong.

And the way he's speaking makes it seem like something finally happening between us is an inevitability.

"Please...I want you now," I beg, leaning forward to kiss him, but he pulls back.

"No you don't. This isn't something you would want without being drugged," he insists, his eyes wild.

I shake my head. He has no idea what I want. He has no idea about all the nights I've spent fantasying about him, wishing he would take me to bed and not the random girls he has before.

"But-"

Suddenly I'm on my back, my wrists pinned above my head by his one hand, the other gripping my face, forcing me to look up in Onyx's eyes which burn with untamed fire.

"Enough. This isn't you." He shakes my head a little. "You can't be drunk enough not to realise I'm not going to take advantage of you."

"Do you want to fuck me?" I hardly even recognise the words coming out of my mouth.

His breathing is harsh as he grinds his teeth together.

"Not like this."

"But were I dead sober and coming onto you like this, would you fuck me?" My voice drops to a low, sultry tone instead of a begging one.

"It's time to sleep now," he commands.

"You totally would," I giggle drunkenly, arching my hips up. "My best friend wants to have sex with me."

He bows his head, his grip tightening on my wrists. He looks on the edge of a breaking point, and I'm more than willing to accept what he does to me when he inevitably topples over it.

"You're not going to remember this in the morning," he mutters gruffly.

That may be true, but I can't find a reason to mind.

"So say what you feel," I whisper, tilting my head up so our lips are close to brushing against each other.

His gaze dips down to my mouth, and a sound kind of like a groan escapes from his throat.

"Everyday I fight every fucking urge in my body that tells me I'm attracted to you, that I want you in my bed," he admits darkly. "You're my best friend, and you mean everything to me. I would burn my entire Pack to the ground if it meant keeping you safe. So having these thoughts really fucks with me."

My lips part in shock.

"Onyx-"

"Knowing you're ready to move on, to love someone else is killing me. I want you to be happy, but I want you to be happy with me. I hate that I can't give you what I want to give you, and I'm scared even if I could, you wouldn't want it."

His anguish is palpable. No word he is uttering is exaggerated.

"So yes, Sienna, if you were completely sober, I would take you so hard you wouldn't be able to take another lover without thinking about me." His gaze brushes along my lips, then further down my body. "I would worship your body, and I would give the title of mistress real fucking meaning."

I suddenly have no control of my body. I can't even open my mouth to reply.

Onyx moves off me, laying back down on the bed.

His admission hangs in the air, muddling my thoughts. In my drugged stupor, I can't quite comprehend the power of his words.

His want for me isn't some simple crush. It's so much more than that.

"Wow," I whisper, staring up at the ceiling.

"So please, get some sleep," he murmurs, turning onto his side. "You're torturing me."

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