Page 13 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
“Every hole is wet for me,” he growls. Heat floods my cheeks as he lowers his mouth to that sensitive area, his tongue tracing slow, provocative patterns. I gasp, my body thrumming with an unfamiliar, sadistic pleasure.
“When I fuck you,” he promises, his words like a dark spell in the sultry room. “I’m going to make you beg and plead, make you scream my name until it’s the only word you remember.”
His words are filthy and explicit, but they make me throb in anticipation, a whimper escaping my lips despite me trying my best to remain quiet. He doesn’t relent, the rhythm of his fingers unchanging, driving me to the edge but never allowing me to tumble over.
His lips capture my clit once again, suckling and teasing, his fingers diving deeper, stoking the fire within me to an unbearable pitch. My moans grow more desperate, more primal, my body instinctively grinding against his sinful mouth.
He pulls away just enough to speak, the rush of cool air against my slick flesh making me whimper. “You’re going to love the sweet torture, the way I’ll take you apart and put you back together. Again and again.” His eyes flicker.
“So beautifully responsive. Can you feel it? Can you feel how ready you are for me?” he whispers, the words vibrating against my overheated skin.
My answer is a low moan that gets swallowed by the room. He grins, pausing momentarily, and I watch in anticipation as he lowers his lips back to me.
“So beautiful, so ripe,” he murmurs. His words are drowned by the hot, silken stroke of his tongue against me, and I arch into the sensation, a breathless plea escaping my lips.
“Do you want me to make you cum??” he questions, his voice a dark, tantalizing promise. “Because believe me, sweetheart, I’d love nothing more than to watch you fall apart.”
The seductive growl of his words is all it takes to have me trembling beneath him, every nerve ending screaming for the release that is so agonizingly within reach.
I My body tightens, my breath hitches, and then, with one final flick of his tongue, I shatter into pieces. I cry out in pleasure as orgasm sweeps through my body like wildfire, consuming everything it touches until there’s nothing left but sheer bliss.
I lie there, my body spent and shaking, trying to regain control of my senses. I’ve never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. But most importantly, I feel ashamed of what he did. Shame because despite not wanting to, I enjoyed it and would let him do it again.
However, I lose all though the moment he sinks his teeth into me.
The pain of his bite brings forth an intense surge of pleasure-pain, ripping through me from head to toe as he drinks deeply from me.
As the sensations wash away and reality starts returning, I’m left feeling shaken.
When he’s done, he runs his tongue over the wound and leans back.
“You can go to your room now. Tara will escort you,” he tells me, and I widen my eyes in horror. Twisting, I turn to see we have an audience. The girl sitting across from us at dinner stands awkwardly by the door.
I hastily shove my skirt down. “I’m not your plaything, Dion,” I snap, my eyes blazing.
His response is swift and chilling. In one fluid motion, Dion turns to me and pins me to the table, my shocked gaze meeting Tara’s, who stands frozen by the door.
His hand snakes under my skirt, his fingers delving between my folds.
My breath hitches, a moan ripping from my throat despite my attempts to stifle it.
A dark chuckle escapes Dion’s lips as he leans in, his voice a cold whisper below my ear.
“Your body is merely an instrument for my pleasure, love. You can squirm, struggle, even deny it, but it sings for me nonetheless.” His fingers stroke me with a rhythm that sends waves of unwanted pleasure through me, between my legs so sensitive it makes me writhe, just as he said.
“Shall I demonstrate once more who truly has the control?” He asks, his voice a seductive threat, his eyes burning into Tara’s as he grips my hair with the other hand, jerking my head back and forcing me to meet her gaze. Tara tries to avert her gaze when Dion’s lips brush my cheek.
“She doesn’t seem to mind the performance,” he chuckles darkly, slipping his fingers from me and standing up straight.
He walks toward the exit, stopping next to Tara.
“Make sure she is locked in her room; if she gives you any issues, mindlink me.” The girl named Tara nods quickly, glancing at me, and he leaves.
She quickly rushes to my side while tears burn my eyes at the humiliation of what he did in front of someone.
Standing up on wobbly legs. Tara offers her hand in support, which I gladly accept, as we make our way toward the hallway in silence. It isn’t until she starts speaking that something inside of me begins to ease ever so slightly.
“It’s going to be alright, Emery,” she tells me softly, staring at me intently with an understanding expression. “You’re strong enough for this.” Her voice is filled with concern. “It will get easier,” she whispers.
The rest of the walk, we make our way to my room in silence.
Tara’s hand feels like a lifeline as she guides me through the darkness.
She stops when we reach my door, turning to me with an unwavering gaze.
“If you need someone to talk to, I’m here.
I know you don’t know me, but I know how daunting this place can be at first.” Her voice is full of worry.
It’s almost too much for me, and tears start streaming down my cheeks at her kindness and understanding.
“Please, you have to help me get out of here; I need to get back to my brother,” I plead with her.
Tara smiles sadly, then tightly wraps one arm around me, pulling me into a hug.
“It will be OK, just do as the Alpha tells you, behave, don’t challenge him,” she whispers, then pulls away.
I blink at her, she knows I’m captive here, but she can’t—or won’t—help.
“You have to help me. I don’t belong here,” I plead with her when I notice the guard walking toward us.
She shakes her head sadly. “I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do. You belong to Alpha Dion now.”
With that, she closes the door behind her, the lock sliding into place with an ominous finality. I slump against the wall, tears stinging my eyes.
I know there is no hope for escape if I don’t obey orders. But something inside me will not accept being a prisoner here forever. I must find a way out before it’s too late. Before he claims me before I run out of my pills and shift.
As the hours pass, I find myself pacing the confines of the room like a wild beast trapped.
The walls close in on me, my efforts at escape ending in harsh disappointment.
Anger, raw and burning, gnaws at my insides.
With a savage cry, I slam my fist into the window, and a sweet burst of pain shoots through my knuckles.
The sound of shattering glass echoes ominously, the door flying open. The guard steps in, and a gasp escapes him. “You’ve done it now,” he growls, and he shakes his head. “You know I will have to report that?” he snaps. Panic rises in me, and my eyes widen in horror.
“Wait,” I yell, but he shuts the door.
Minutes feel like hours, and not long after the guard slams the door in my face, Dion storms in, eyes ablaze with wrath. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he snarls, covering the distance between us in predatory strides, seizing my wrist in his vice-like grip.
“Let me go!” I roar, twisting and turning in a futile attempt to free myself.
His response is a harsh shake, a cruel smile. “You’re mistaken if you think you’re the one calling the shots here. You’re mine, every inch of you belongs to me, and it’s time you understood your position.”
Fury engulfs me, and I spit in his face. “I’ll never be yours.”
A dangerous glint sparks in Dion’s eyes before his hand collides with my cheek, the brute force of his blow sends me crashing to the cold, hard floor. “As defiant as ever,” he rumbles, gripping a handkerchief from his pants pocket; he wipes his face before moving toward my crumpled form.
“If it’s the punishment you crave, then I’ll be more than happy to deliver, my love.”
My heart hammers in my chest as Dion’s intimidating figure approaches, an ominous gleam in his icy eyes. He trails a finger down my cheek in a tender caress. In response, I jerk away with a feral snarl.
“Still have that fire, I see,” he chuckles darkly.
“But rest assured, there’s no escaping me.
” A chill snakes down my spine as Dion grips my wrist and yanks me to my feet.
I thrash, trying to escape him, but he maneuvers me quickly and forces my wrists behind my back.
I cry out at the discomfort when he suddenly sits on the end of the bed, bending me over his knee.
I squirm, writhing on his lap, but my attempts to get away are futile.
He grips both my wrists in one of his, shoves my skirt over my hips, and tears burn my eyes as I thrash.
“You’ll not disrespect your Alpha,” Dion purrs, his hand caressing my exposed skin before landing a sharp slap. A whimper escapes me as a stinging sensation spreads across my skin. Leaning down, Dion whispers, “And we’ve only just begun.”
With each harsh spank, a gasp rips through me. He continues, building a steady rhythm until my skin blazes with heat and tears prick at the corners of my eyes.
Amid the stinging pain, an unexpected heat begins to pool within me. My eyes shut tight, horrified at my body’s betrayal. How could this possibly feel like anything but pure torture?
Dion pauses, his hands gently exploring the tender skin he’d tormented. “See? Your body recognizes its master, even if your defiant mind hasn’t accepted it.”
His words sicken me, but the pulsating arousal coursing through me is undeniable. A moan slips past my lips, immediately silenced by Dion’s dark, satisfied laughter.