Laila hated her mate.
She could not believe she had been bound to such a useless man. He did not lack experience. He lacked the will to use it.
He was frail, with a weak heart. Whenever someone glared at him, he lowered his head. He never talked back. The moment things turned even slightly risky, he stepped away and let others take the blow.
A wimp through and through.
That was why she had started hating her brother as well. Every time she looked at Luke, she felt as if she were staring at her mate. The same meek posture. The same quiet submission. The irritation only grew.
But recently, something had changed.
'He suddenly got strong and started earning an insane amount. He even began donating to others.'
Those words had stunned her, yet they were true. She did not know what had shifted, but Luke was no longer the same man. Physically, he looked unchanged. Yet the way he carried himself was different.
He no longer lowered his head when she raised her voice. He did not just stand there and take it.
And that irritated her even more.
Still, despite all her resentment toward that bastard, here she was, standing in the cold outside the house, waiting for Luke. All because he had told her he would help her by paying the rotation fees.
Rubbing her cold palms together, she wondered if he would even come out. Recently, Luke had started sleeping with their mother in his room for some reason.
Whatever they were doing in there, it had changed their mother's behavior toward him. She spoke to him more gently now. Looked at him differently.
"Is that bastard planning to let me freeze out here or—"
The doors suddenly parted, and a familiar green-haired youth stepped outside.
His eyes met hers, and Laila instantly growled, "You've got some nerve making me wait in the cold."
Luke chuckled. "Are you sure that's the right attitude to have toward your benefactor?"
Laila narrowed her eyes. "It's not like you've given me a single coin."
Luke hummed and pulled out a small pouch. "There are twenty toras in here. Enough for you to stop worrying about the rotation fees this week."
Her eyes sparkled. She had seen him hand money to their father without hesitation. Still, she asked, "And what do you want in return?"
Luke's grin widened. "From now on, whatever I say, you follow it until I'm satisfied. Every time you defy me, I take back one coin. Understood?"
Laila narrowed her eyes, what was he even planning?
Regardless, she needed those coins desperately so she nodded in assent.
Luke grinned and then said, "Kneel before me."
She was on the verge of scoffing. Kneel and before him? But then, she saw that pouch in his hand and swallowed her pride.
Clenching her fist on the side she lowered herself and sank on her knees.
Luke looked down at her and grinned.
Then, he stepped closer to her and said, "Lower my pants,"
Laila's eyes widened, "What?! Are you insane-" she froze as he suddenly pulled one coin from the pouch.
Her eyes widened and she hurriedly pulled his pants, only to be greeted with something she shouldn't be looking at.
A long, veiny and half erect manhood stood before eyes.
What in the seven hell is this?
Luke then urged her, "Now, slowly stroke it."
She looked up at him, her eyes widened in disbelief. What is he making her do? This is not something that should be touched by anyone but one's mate.
What is he trying to accomplish here?
Luke hummed and inserted his hand in the pouch again and said, "I believe you aren't up to the job?"
Laila clicked her tongue and finally raised her small palm to touch his manhood.
It was hot and slightly stiff.
"Touch it with both hands, don't do a half ass job." He urged her.
Laila swallowed the words which were on the tip of her tongue and did what he demanded.
Did this mean, he saw her as his mate? But how can that be? It's not uncommon to have mates in the family, but Laila was already with someone?
She looked into his eyes. She saw pleasure.
Laila's fingers trembled as they closed around him, her small hands barely able to encircle the thick, heated shaft. The skin was smooth yet taut, pulsing faintly beneath her touch. She could feel every ridge, every vein that stood out under the surface like cords drawn tight.
Luke hummed, seemingly he was liking it, but, "Need some lubrication. Use your mouth now."
Laila frowned and looked up, "What? Do you want me to put your meat in my mouth?"
Luke wordlessly pulled another coin.
Laila growled, "You are being insane. I have never heard a man using his tool to do anything-"
He pulled another coin.
She cursed under her breath and finally parted her lips before leaning forward.
Luke exhaled in relief and excitement feeling her warm and wet mouth around his cock.
He told her instantly, "Don't use your teeth and taste it like a sweet."
Tentatively, she let her tongue flatten along the underside, tracing the prominent vein there the way she might lick honey from her thumb. A slow, hesitant drag from base to tip. Luke's thighs tensed under her palms. A low sound rumbled in his chest—not quite a groan, more like approval.
"Good," he murmured. "Now suck. Gentle. Like you're drawing marrow from a bone."
Her brows knit. She tried. Lips sealed tighter and she hollowed her cheeks, pulling softly. The motion made her tongue curl instinctively against him. She bobbed forward an inch, then back, awkward and unsure, saliva gathering at the corners of her mouth. Each shallow slide coated him more, made the next glide smoother. She could feel him throb against her tongue every time she drew back.
It felt obscene. Wrong. Intimate in a way that made her stomach twist with shame and something strange she couldn't name.
Luke's hand settled heavier in her hair, fingers curling but not yet pulling. "Deeper," he said after a minute. "Take more."
She tried. Her jaw ached already as she pushed forward, letting another thick inch slide past her lips. The head nudged the back of her throat and she gagged—sharp, involuntary. Her eyes watered. She pulled back quickly, coughing once, strings of spit connecting her lips to his glistening shaft.
Luke clicked his tongue. "Again. You can do better."
Another coin glinted between his fingers. He didn't even need to speak this time.
Laila glared up at him through damp lashes, resentment burning behind the haze of reluctant heat pooling low in her belly. She opened her mouth again—wider this time—and took him back in. Deeper. Slower.
She forced her throat to relax as best she could, swallowing around the intrusion until her nose brushed the coarse hair at his base.
His hips jerked once—small, uncontrolled. "Fuck," he breathed. "Just like that."
Encouraged despite herself, she began to move. Short, careful bobs. Tongue swirling clumsily along the underside on every upstroke. She sucked harder on the pull-back, cheeks caving in. Saliva dripped down her chin now, slick and warm. Her hands gripped his thighs for balance, nails digging in when he pulsed thickly against her tongue.
For a few long moments it stayed slow. Controlled. Almost careful.
Then Luke's patience snapped.
His fingers tightened in her hair—hard. Not guiding anymore. Holding.
"Enough teasing," he growled.
Before she could pull back he thrust forward—sharp, deep. The head slammed against the back of her throat and she choked hard, eyes flying wide. Tears spilled instantly. She tried to jerk away but his grip kept her pinned, hips snapping again, then again.
Each thrust punched the air from her lungs. Her throat worked convulsively around him, fluttering, trying to push him out and failing.
Spit bubbled at the corners of her stretched lips, dripping in thick strands onto her chin, her chest. The wet, obscene sounds of her gagging filled the small space between them—gluck-gluck-gluck—every time he bottomed out.
He didn't stop. Not until his thrusts grew erratic, hips stuttering, the thick length in her mouth swelling impossibly harder.
"Swallow," he ordered, voice wrecked. "Every drop."
One final, brutal shove—and he came.
Hot, thick pulses flooded her mouth, coating her tongue, spilling down her throat before she could even think to breathe. She choked again, swallowing reflexively around him as he held her there, grinding slow and deep until he'd emptied everything.
Only then did he ease back.
Laila gasped, coughing violently, strings of cum and saliva connecting her swollen lips to his still-twitching cock. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, glaring up at him through streaming eyes.
Luke crouched and put the coins he took out earlier back in before telling her, "There are thirty coins in there. If you ever need more, you just need to tell me, alright?"
He rested the pouch on her heaving bosom and left.
Finally, some relief