Vengeance in His Bed

Jannah’s breathing remained shallow, her heart hammering against her ribs as she lay pinned beneath the heavy, solid mass of Dorrent’s chest. The agonizing pelvic pressure had receded into a warm, humming sensation, but the suffocating intimacy of his grip—his hand still casually cupping her lower abdomen just above her underwear—kept every nerve ending in her body strained to its absolute limit.

She tilted her chin up, her eyes flashing with a sharp, guarded glare as she looked straight into his sharp jawline.

"Are you..." Jannah began, her voice a low, trembling line, "...are you that excited to have a child with me, Dorrent? Is it because the baby might turn out to be an Enigma? Since it seems that’s the only thing you and your father actually care about?"

Dorrent didn’t immediately answer. He slowly adjusted his position, his eyes locking into hers with a steady, unreadable intensity. The lingering scent of his winter-frost pheromones hung thick in the warm bedroom air.

"Honestly, Jannah..." Dorrent delivered flatly, his deep baritone carrying a quiet, heavy sincerity that vibrated through her collarbone, "...I wouldn’t mind at all whether the children turn out to be Enigmas or completely ordinary. I would just like you to have my kids."

Jannah went completely still beneath him.

A strange, unsettling flutter ignited within her chest, making her stomach coil in an unfamiliar way. She searched his face for a single trace of sarcasm or deceit, but his eyes remained unflinchingly dark and serious. Did he... did he really mean that? The thought sent a dangerous wave of confusion through her mind, making her feel completely exposed.

Dorrent shifted slightly, his hand gently brushing a damp strand of hair away from her forehead. "Are you ready to have a serious talk now, little physician?"

Jannah quickly snapped her walls back up, clearing her throat to hide the strange warmth in her face. "You don’t have to dismiss the talk about my tumor just like that, Alpha," she muttered, pulling her shoulders back.

"I am not dismissing it," Dorrent countered smoothly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I will personally take you for a full medical checkup tomorrow to verify everything. Satisfied?"

Jannah bit her inner cheek, looking away. "Fine. I am ready to listen to you... but you have to stop being naughty, Dorrent. Otherwise, this conversation isn’t going to end well at all. You need to stop including intimacy in literally everything you do with me!"

A wicked, subtle smirk touched the corner of Dorrent’s lips. "I’ll try my best not to, Jannah," he purred low against her neck. "Though the remedy I was just offering your pelvic bone is inherently intimate, and there is absolutely nothing I can do about my body’s natural chemistry around you."

As if on cue, Jannah felt the sudden, unmistakable shift against her lower back.

Dorrent’s massive length, swelling slowly beneath his trousers, pressed heavily against her bare hip—a hard, throbbing column of heat poking right into her flesh.

Jannah’s eyes widened in sheer panic, and she instantly began to wriggle and squirm, trying to slide her hips sideways off the mattress. "Dorrent! Stop it!"

"Stay still," Dorrent commanded, his iron grip on her waist tightening instantly to lock her hips flush against his groin. He let out a low, rough exhale against her skin. "If you want your pelvic pain to stay gone, you should just ignore it. I am trying my absolute best to ignore it myself."

Jannah froze, completely rigid in his embrace, her cheeks burning like molten copper as she felt the sheer, rigid size of his erection pulsing against her.

Dorrent took a slow, measured breath, stabilizing his voice into a serious, grounded tone as he looked down at the flushed, shivering girl in his arms.

"Listen to me carefully, Jannah," Dorrent began, his baritone dropping into a heavy, dark frequency. "As you already know, Enigmas are the strongest, rarest, and most dominant biological anomalies in existence. And because your specific bloodline carries the potential to give birth to them... you have automatically become the prime target of dangerous factions you know nothing about. Bellero Boren is simply the one who has stepped out into the open."

He paused, his eyes narrowing into two sharp slits. "And as you heard earlier... that man Damian, whom you claimed to be your boyfriend, is not some innocent, simple soul. His father is a ruthless Mafia god and a murderer. The Boren family has been tracking you down from the very beginning solely because of those Enigma children."

Jannah’s brow furrowed, her defensive instincts flaring up the moment Damian’s name left his mouth. "Just because Damian’s father is a killer doesn’t change anything!" Jannah fired right back, her dark eyes glaring into his. "Damian helps poor people in the slums! He runs clinics! He is still a decent, kind man, unlike—"

The air in the room instantly plummeted to sub-zero temperatures.

Dorrent’s jaw clenched so hard the bone stood out in stark relief. His silver eyes flashed with a sudden, toxic wave of rage at hearing her praise another man while lying completely naked in his arms.

Without saying a single word, Dorrent deliberately shifted his hips forward, slamming his thick, rigid erection to her thin underwear with a firm, punishing pressure.

"Ah-hn!" Jannah gasped loudly, her hips bucking as a sharp wave of stimulation shot up her spine.

"If you don’t want this conversation to end with you screaming my name at the top of your lungs..." Dorrent growled out, his voice a low, terrifying rasp against her lips, "...I suggest you refrain from bringing up another man’s name while lying under me."

Jannah’s heart hammered against her ribs, but her stubborn, rebellious nature refused to be entirely silenced. She looked up at his menacing face, a tiny, playful smirk twitching at the corner of her lips despite her trembling frame. "Well... Damian is polite. Unlike a certain savage Alpha I know."

Dorrent’s expression went completely dark.

Before she could even register his movement, Dorrent grabbed her shoulders and forcefully flipped her body over onto her back, pinning her flat against the mattress. He hoisted himself up, towering over her as he settled his broad frame right between her parted thighs.

His hand slowly trailed down from her collarbone, sliding tantalizingly over the smooth skin of her chest, heading straight toward her waist.

"It seems to me..." Dorrent purred, his voice thick with a dangerous, explicit dark warmth, "...that you actually enjoy screaming my name instead. It seems you are practically begging for my small person to punish you right now."

Jannah let out a breathy, bitter scoff, her dark eyes looking right into his irises. "And what the hell do you expect, Dorrent?!" she countered, her voice trembling with flushed indignation. "When you’ve made me this wet down below?! When all you’ve been doing for the past hour is tormenting my body with your suffocating pheromones?!"