Ti Avrò Stasera – Part III

Book:DEIMOS (Alpha of Alphas) Published:2024-6-2

“Get me a suit. Color? Any damn color is fine! What? For fuck’s sake, I don’t care.” Deimos reasons with the excited Ragon.
Moving closer to where he is seated I bang my palm next to his head upon the sofa getting Deimos’s attention as he looks up at me surprised. Bending down to his level I whisper into his ear, “I will wear red for you.” I finish, my teeth sinking into my lower lip.
His adam apple bobs as he gulps. I hear Ragon calling out to Deimos through the phone but I have his entire attention. He fists his hand clenching it tightly as his eyes scan my body from head to toe probably imagining his favorite color on me again.
“Lumina.” He whispers. His voice strained while his shaking hand moves to touch my flesh. I swiftly evade his touch surprising him.
“I will see you tonight, my male.” I say with a smirk whilst flipping my hair walking out the door.
“Lumina!” I hear my male call out, his voice filled with need before the door shuts with a loud bang.
I spend the rest of the evening with Elriam keeping tabs on the improvement of the performance of the females. There are special cases like Mia who are too naïve. These kinds of females are the ones who have been sheltered and protected throughout their lives for them to know the truth about the world. They shall never know the true meaning of pain until they experience it.
Standing next to Elriam I sigh deeply looking at the blood-red dress laid out neatly on the white chair in front of me. “Yes?” She asks me.
“Yes?” She asks me
“No.” I reply.
“Yes!” She encourages
“Definitely no.” I stop her my tone stern.
“He will like it.” She whispers with a teasing smile eyeing my reaction from the side. My eyes scan over the dress once more. Yes, it is revealing for my taste possessing lace, side straps, and breast pads but it will make my male loose control which is exactly what I want.
“Accepted.” I reply with a nod as she smiles. “And may I ask what you are wearing?” I ask her while removing my dirty clothes getting in the shower.
“A black suit.” It is the last I hear after the sound of water takes over my senses.
Time seems to run with me trying to stay calm and composed as Elriam dresses me up like a doll. She is pretty good at it even though she has no prior experience so I let her have her fun with me. We finish up on time and head towards the ballroom.
The place is already energetic, filled with laughter and music. Pups running around with their mothers chasing them. The juveniles are in the corner chatting among themselves while the males are by the pool tables dressed in suits with a drink in hand.
“I hope this suits your taste. It’s an honor to be your host.” Giovanni says taking my attention. I stare at him for a while as he starts to shuffle around uncomfortably with the weight of my gaze.
“You don’t have to be formal when it’s just us. And I love it. Thank you.” I reply as he blushes softly and leaves with a bow. I begin to walk and look around at the wolves gathered but stop mid-step.
My body senses it before my eyes do. The rush of heat envelopes me as electricity floods into my nerves and a tingle shakes my spine. I meet it head-on, the heated gaze of my male. My eyes find him across the room and look deep into his as he stands in a suit that matches the color of his eyes.
His palms clenched, knuckles submerging into the side rail of the pool table. He watches as a predator would to its prey. Licking his lips his deep eyes scan me from the tips of my hair to my bare legs clad in high heels. The dress worked it’s spell on him.
I do not make a move. The tension between us gives birth to electrifying sparks. A storm brews beneath those eyes. I gasp when I finally understand the look he gives me. It’s not one of need nor want. It’s of hunger along with a hint of a promise. My male has been starved. He is hungry and he will eat.
A soft whimper leaves my lips as I clench my thighs to hide my dripping core. My wetness pools through my soaking panties. His eyes notice the movement. His lips curve up illuminating his fangs. He wants a taste. I have satisfied him. He likes what his eyes have captured.
My body begins to shiver and legs shake with the weight of his hunger he instills upon me. I cannot handle it. He has been waiting for me to arrive, I can sense it. He takes a sip of whiskey never taking his eyes off me while his tongue circles the rim of the cup.
My teeth sink into my lower lip, my mouth salivating. I too am starved and wish to eat. I wish to eat what he would give me from his body. I want it to roll down my chin on all over my chest. And finally, he would feed it to my weeping core.
The room grows hotter and I begin to sweat. My thighs tightly clenched, my core waiting for his fingers. I wait for him to come to me. And so he does. Placing the now empty glass on the table he strides towards me. Steps soft but eyes fierce.
The wolves blocking his way to me whimper and bow moving away from the weight of his pheromones that strikes through to get to me. I push my back further into the wall nails digging into the lace of my dress. He stops a few inches from me.
“Come.” His voice calls out to me urging me to fill the little space he put between us. One word filled with dominance and I tremble.
With shaking legs I fill the space like a pup who is just learning to walk. Reaching him, scorching heat leaks out in waves burning my body. I do not say a word. Holding my jaw he raises my face in one pull to look at him.
“Your small tease this afternoon pushed me off the edge I was barely standing on.” He says, voice deep and husky.
“What?” It is all my mouth can utter.
His finger slides down my cheek while his thumb slides across my lips slowly. “I am at my limit, Lumina.” He whispers.
His fingers slide down to wrap around my neck. Clutching it in a harsh grasp. I moan with need pushing my hips against his. I feel his hard cock straining in his pants. He grunts when our hips meet, his eyes watching the movement of our bodies.
Grasping my neck tighter he brings my face closer to his. Looking into my eyes whilst licking his lips, my male groans with a burning need,
“Ti avrò stasera.”
(I will have you tonight)