Page 45 of Alpha's Revenge Luna

“I’ll do what you want.” I exhale, teardrops streaming down my cheeks. His grip loosens slightly, and then he lets me go; my hands fall on his chest, and he peers up at me.

“Prove it,” he dares, and my eyes scan his face, wondering what he’s trying to convey. How can I prove it?

My brows pinch, and I chew my lip. “How?” I murmur.

“Prove you’ll do anything I ask,” he says to me. Not knowing how else to prove I’ll complete the bond, I lean closer, only for him to grip my throat before I can kiss him.

He glares at me, his eyes watching my face.

My eyes dart to his lips when his grip on my throat lessens.

He allows me to press my lips to his. His lips are warm, softer than his stern exterior.

Dion’s lips part when he grabs the back of my neck, deepening the kiss and forcing his tongue between my lips.

His tongue dominates my mouth, tasting every inch, leaving no place untouched when he suddenly bites me.

Tears spring in my eyes as his fangs and canines tear through my lip, and I jerk in his hold, trying to pull away.

His grip only tightens, the kiss turning bloody when he groans lewdly, his tongue sweeping over the outside of my bottom lip before he sucks it into his mouth.

I stop fighting, allowing him to do what he wants to me, switching off as I ease my mind to someplace else. His hands roam my body, his touch becoming more and more desperate, and I realize he’s lost control at this moment.

I don’t bother fighting him. Instead, I’m an inactive participant in this game of pleasure and pain. Finally, he pulls away, leaving me trembling. I know any resistance I put up will only make him more determined to get what he wants. Therefore, I choose to let him have control of this situation.

I allow my mind to wander, not engaging in what’s happening, while my body remains passive—his hand ghosts over the skin beneath my shirt.

I’m left feeling powerless and shaken as he palms my breast, his sharp nails tearing through my soft flesh when he rolls.

His lips leave mine, traveling down my neck while his hands push up my shirt.

He pulls away, gazing down at my bleeding breasts when he tips his head, running his tongue along the underside of my breast to my nipple. Tingles rush through me, and an involuntary moan escapes my lips from the intensity of the sensation as he sucks on my nipple.

Dion’s sharp teeth graze as he toys with the hardened flesh, making me arch up into him.

He purrs before his teeth slice through my skin, making me hiss at the startling pain that has tears slipping down my face.

His tongue runs over the spot for a second, soothing the burn of his bite when he pulls away.

Peering up at him, his gaze is dark, hungry as his eyes trail to the side of my neck, I know what he wants.

He wants my blood, and he’s gone days without it, so I squeeze my eyes shut, turn my head to the side and offer it to him.

His breath fans across me, and I shiver before he makes a sound that turns my blood to ice in my veins.

The next second, his teeth are piercing my neck, and I whimper at the initial pain, which instead of fading to bliss like all the other times, grows more painful.

His teeth cut through the layers of skin, and I struggle against him.

However, he doesn’t let up, sinking them as deep as he can before he starts feeding on my thrashing body.

“Stop, it hurts,” I sob, as the pain only intensifies.

Why does it hurt so badly? It has never been painful like this before.

It feels like hours as pain ebbs and flows through me, washing away my thoughts and becoming my sole focus.

Finally, he pulls away, and a threatening growl leaves him as he runs his tongue over his bite, and I feel it close as he heals me.

“You’ll think twice before crossing me again,” he warns as I stare vacantly at the brick wall. I nod, blinking away the tears that blur my vision when he moves on top of me. I don’t dare move for fear of angering him and him biting me again.

“You’ll submit to me,” he growls, and I stare at him.

He pulls a key from his pocket before he snatches my wrists.

“Last chance. If you betray me again, I won’t just kill them, I’ll make you watch.

” He threatens, and I nod again. Relief floods me when I know he’ll leave them be.

He undoes my shackles, and I rub my aching wrists.

The bruises are purple, and the indents are deep from the chains cutting into my flesh when he snatches my hands.

When he starts rubbing them with his thumbs, I gasp, wondering what he intends to do.

Sparks rush up my arms. His eyes focused on my wrists as he massaged them, trying to return the blood flow.

I move to sit up when he slides his arms beneath my legs, and my eyes widen when he grabs me, cradling me to his chest. I tense, waiting for him to chuck me, drop me, or hurt me, only letting out the breath threatening to choke me when he walks to the stairs.

I exhale, dropping my head on his shoulder, my hand feebly gripping the other when he maneuvers me.

He wraps my legs around his waist, his hands moving under my backside.

I look at him, only for him to peer back at me.

“Last chance,” he repeats. I nod, dropping my head back onto his shoulder and wrapping my arms around his neck, playing the part he wants.

Knowing it’s the only thing that’ll keep them alive.

One hand moves up my back to grip the back of my neck.

I tense, but his fingers only slide into my hair, massaging my scalp gently before he climbs the stairs.