Page 22 of Alpha's Revenge Luna

“Just once,” he smiles deviously. “And I will let you go home back to your brother and grandmother,” he tells me, and I chew my lip. I glance at Tara. She shakes her head, telling me not to do it, but if he means what he says, this could be my chance to go home.

I pause for a moment before nodding. “And you’ll let me go?” I ask him, and he grins devilishly, as if he knows something I don’t.

“Promise,” he chuckles. I take a deep breath and just go for it. I lunge toward him, aiming my fist straight at his nose. However, Dion dodges easily to the side before snatching me up into his arms again, as tight as a vice.

“Oh, come now,” he laughs in amusement, shaking his head, “I think you can do better than that?”

He holds me against him, not too tightly but enough to keep me from escaping, and our eyes lock together for what feels like an eternity. However, only seconds passed before he releases me.

My heart hammers in my chest as we lock eyes.

I take a deep breath and prepare to attack, launching myself at him with everything I have, but it is not enough.

He catches me in midair before I can do any real damage, just like he promised while taunting me for good measure.

“Not bad, little mate, but still not good enough.”

I land softly on the ground and stand again, readying another attack attempt, too angry to be scared anymore.

My fists ball tightly as fury drives through my veins, giving me strength and courage until he catches both of my wrists easily in one hand, pinning them behind my back before whispering, “So close.” His grip is firm and gentle all at once.

His words hang in the air between us as we just stare at each other in an intense silence. I swallow hard before his grip slowly loosens, allowing me to flex my hand free of his tight one. He steps back, giving me space to move, and I take the opportunity to attack again.

This time, my goal is to aim a kick at his stomach.

But he catches it too, and I suddenly see the sky.

At the last second, his arm snakes around my waist dragging me up against him.

My thigh gripped by his hand is near his waist, his nose barely an inch off mine.

He smiles, seemingly enjoying himself. He pecks my lips and shoves me back.

“You’re not going to let me go, are you?” I ask him, my voice breaking slightly with disappointment.

“No, I would have, if you could knock me down. I just knew you couldn’t,” he chuckles darkly.

I stare at him in shock, feeling a wave of emotions wash over me.

How could I like him? He’s been nothing but cruel to me since the day I arrived.

But as he steps closer to me again, his hand comes up to cup my chin gently.

“You’re strong for an Omega,” he murmurs as he leans down to lightly brush his lips across mine.

“Though also Defiant...” before spinning me around so I’m facing away from him.

He pulls me close until our bodies are pressed tightly together.

“Anastasia, I had to be gentle with you, but you? I know you secretly like it.”

I feel a shiver run down my spine at the sound of his voice.

“I am gonna have so much fun breaking you.” His words are followed by a low growl, and I know I have failed my challenge. His breath skims across my neck.

“Now for your punishment.” Before I can ask, his teeth sink into my neck.

I cry out at the sudden sting before it turns to euphoria.

When I expect him to stop, he doesn’t, and I feel my eyes prick with tears.

My hand clutches his arm that is secure across my chest, holding him against me.

His tongue moves over my neck, and I gasp as my euphoria turns to dizziness, then nothing but total darkness.

My vision spins as consciousness claws its way back. Panic seizes me as I turn my head to look at my surroundings, and I finally recognize where I am – my bedroom.

I try to sit up, only to find my wrists handcuffed to the bedposts. The metal digs into my skin as I yank on them. I’ve always hated being restrained, but this time, it’s more than just a dislike; it’s a full-blown panic attack.

A soft throat clearing pulls my attention to the corner of the room, where Dion sits, paperwork on his lap. He sets it aside, watching me with that predatory gaze of his. Slowly, he rises from his chair and approaches me.

“I was planning on putting you in the dungeons, but then I remembered you’re due to shift tonight.

I’m cruel but not that cruel, I won’t let you suffer your first shift alone,” he tells me, his icy amber eyes roaming over my body.

A shudder runs through me as I realize I’m completely naked under his scrutiny.

“So you intend to let me shift in these? How fucking nice of you!” I spit at him, jerking on the handcuffs.

“I could. Or maybe you can earn your way out of them,” he murmurs, running his hand down from my neck, between my breasts. Goosebumps lace my skin at his touch, and I struggle to suppress an involuntary shiver.

“What do you want?” I snap, anger momentarily eclipsing fear.

“Your pleasure, your pain, everything and nothing, little mate. But right now, I am giving you a choice,” he says, a sinister edge to his voice. “So, what will it be? Will you be giving me your screams or your moans?”

My cheeks flush with embarrassment and fury. It’s a trick question – who in their right mind would choose pain? But I realize he wants me to state it. To surrender.

“Or I can choose for you?” he taunts, raising an eyebrow as he starts undoing his belt. I know he’ll hit me with it if I don’t give him an answer.

“Pleasure, pleasure!” I relent, my voice a shriek of panic.

He leans down, his lips hovering above mine, so close I feel them move against mine as he speaks. “One day, you’ll beg me for the pain and relish the pleasure it offers,” he whispers, his breath hot against my skin.

I choke on my harsh breathing, trying to ignore the spark of desire his proximity kindles within me.

He stands, watching me for a moment before finally undoing the handcuffs.

The sexual tension between us is thick enough to cut with a knife, and I can’t help but wonder how far this twisted game of his will go.

My body feels heavy like I’m trying to move through thick mud, as I struggle to sit up. It’s difficult to focus on anything apart from the aching in my wrists and the dull throbbing in my neck from where Dion fed on me earlier.

“Going somewhere?” Dion growls. I freeze at the edge of the bed, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Open your legs,” he orders, moving to the armchair and sinking into it. Confusion flickers across my face, but I cautiously comply, doing as I’m told.

“Touch yourself,” he orders, leaning forward and resting his arms on his knees. The belt hangs loosely from his hand, and I can’t help but notice how his eyes seem to gleam with something darker.

“Pardon?” I blurt out, mortified by his words.

“I said touch yourself,” he repeats. I shake my head, unwilling to obey such a humiliating command. He raises an eyebrow at me and moves to stand, wrapping the belt around his fist tightly. Panic rises within me at the thought of being struck, and I quickly give in.

“Okay, okay!” I shriek, and he smirks deviously, retaking his seat. I hesitantly begin to touch myself under his watchful gaze, hating every second of it. His eyes scrutinize my every move, commanding me where, how to touch, and when to spread my legs wider, so he can see better.

“Make yourself cum,” he tells me. My mind screams in protest, and embarrassment threatens to suffocate me. I can’t do this, not with him watching me so intently. I glance at him, hoping for some reprieve, but his eyes remain fixed on me not caring for my discomfort.

When he sees my hesitation, he stands, and my heart races in panic, thinking he’s going to use the belt on me after all.

Dion moves toward me, until he’s standing mere inches away from my trembling body. I can feel the heat radiating off him, enveloping me in its intensity.

“Please,” I whisper, though I’m unsure what I’m pleading for – mercy, or something else entirely.

“Emery,” Dion murmurs. I try to push myself away from him. My heart pounds in my chest, hammering against my rib cage.

“I did what you wanted!” I choke out, but my voice is weak and uncertain. My limbs feel heavy as if weighed down.

“Make up your mind, little mate,” Dion taunts, his breath hot against my skin as he leans in. “Do you want me to stay or go?”

“Go!” I force the word out, even as my body betrays me, yearning for his touch. “I don’t want you here.”

“Are you sure about that?” He smirks, tracing a finger along my jawline, sending a spark of electricity through my nerves when he again reaches for the handcuffs.

“Stop it,” I whisper, my eyes fill with tears as I grapple with the conflicting emotions raging within me. How can I want something that’s so wrong? How can I long for the touch of a man who’s hurt me so deeply?

“Admit it, Emery,” Dion murmurs, his lips brushing against my earlobe as he speaks. “You want me just as much as I want you.”

“Go to hell,” I spit out, trying to muster up the strength to push him away once more. But my body refuses to cooperate, leaving me exposed before this predator.

“Maybe one day,” he chuckles. “But for now, I think I’ll stay right here.”

Dion’s hand reaches out, fingertips brushing against my cheek with an unexpected gentleness. His touch is soft, almost tender, but I can’t forget the pain he’s inflicted upon me before.

“Please,” I beg, voice wavering, “I did what you asked.”

“Did you cum, though?” Dion questions me. Tears blur my vision at the thought of being punished for failing to meet his twisted demands. I’ve already been humiliated enough, forced to touch myself in front of him.

“I can’t…not with you watching me like that,” I admit. Fear courses through my veins as he steps closer, gripping my ankles with an iron hold. I brace myself for the sting of the belt, expecting him to flip me over and punish me.

Instead, Dion pulls me toward him, dragging me to the edge of the bed where he spreads my legs wide.

Dion leans in, his breath a caress against my fevered skin.

“Such a shame,” he purrs, the words a sensuous promise that sends shivers down my spine. His lips brush my neck. “You have no idea how exquisite your pleasure could be.”

“If it’s coming from you, I don’t want it!” I manage to utter.

Dion’s eyes lock onto mine.

“Is that truly what you believe, Emery?”

The intensity in Dion’s eyes is nearly palpable as he leans closer, his lips hovering just a breath away from mine. Every nerve ending in my body screams for me to pull away, but there’s a magnetic force between us that seems to defy reason and logic.

“Emery,” he whispers. And then, without warning, his lips brush against mine in a soft, teasing touch that leaves me aching for more.

My senses are immediately flooded with the taste of him – dark and intoxicating as he deepens the kiss.

“Tell me you don’t feel it, too,” he murmurs against my lips. My mind races, torn between our undeniable chemistry and hatred that still simmers beneath the surface.

“Stop,” I manage to choke out. But it feels like a lie, even to my own ears. As much as I want to deny it, there’s no escaping the fact that my body responds to him on a primal level, craving contact even as my mind rebels against it.

“Little mate,” he says. “You can’t keep running from what’s between us.”

He moves closer to me, pushing me back onto the bed until we are both lying down facing each other.

His mouth immediately finds its way to my other breast, and he sucks gently but firmly on it, making me moan despite myself.

His tongue teases the nipples before tracing circles around them, teasing them into even harder peaks than before.

Before I can respond, he grabs my hand, pulling it down my body until my fingers are wrapped around my breast, squeezing it just enough to elicit a gasp from me.

His fingers trail down my stomach, brushing between my legs before slipping a finger inside me. I bite my lip to keep from crying out at the sensation.

“Let me hear you, Emery,” he commands, his voice low and rough. “I want to know how good I make you feel.”

Everywhere his fingers go leave behind a trail of goosebumps.

As much as I want to resist him, the intensity of the sensations coursing through me makes it impossible to hold back. I close my eyes, giving in to the pleasure, and let out a soft whimper.

“Good girl,” he whispers, and I can hear the satisfaction in his voice. It’s infuriating, but at the same time, it only serves to heighten my arousal.

the feeling of his tongue against me. When the climax finally comes, it hits me, leaving me breathless and trembling.

A knock sounds on the door, startling me back to reality. Dion doesn’t seem fazed. His eyes lock with mine, filled with a mix of satisfaction and hunger that makes me shiver.

“Rest, Emery,” he tells me, his voice gentle. “You’ll need your strength tonight when you shift.”

With those words, he leaves the room, locking the door behind him. As soon as I hear the lock click, I jump up and retrieve the Belladonna hidden in my jewelry box.

My fingers tremble around the tiny pill of Belladonna, its contents glowing faintly in the dim light of my room. I try to focus on what I must do, but the lingering sensations from Dion’s touch cloud my thoughts, confusing me and making me doubt myself.

I glance at the door, half expecting him to barge back in at any moment.

Instead, all I hear is the distant howl of a wolf echoing through the night, reminding me of my shift when the moon rises.

I almost regret my decision to take the Belladonna.

I have looked forward to shifting for years, to finally getting my wolf, and now I am holding her back.

Fighting back tears. The bitter scent of it fills my nostrils, making me hesitate. How did I end up like this, torn between wanting vengeance for my parents and being drawn to the very man responsible for their death?

I place the pill on the tip of my tongue and swallow the bitter poison.

Instantly, a warmth spreads through my body, starting from my throat and radiating downward. It feels as though a fire has been lit within me.

I clench my fists in an attempt to calm myself and ignore the pain.