*Danika*
“Anyone could come here, it’s not wise for me to sta-”
The remaining statement was squashed between our lips that collided instantly. His hand came about my head and held me strongly to him, not allowing me to breathe or move an inch. It was hungry, rushed, and painful as though he has been craving it for a long while. I was putty in his hands, even without him touching me, not to mention when he had his hands around me obsessively like this.
“Alonso…” I moaned into his mouth when his tongue delved deep down my throat. I grabbed his shoulders, pulling him closer, and flushed myself against him as if our proximity wasn’t enough. This is madness and goes beyond bonding. My body was on fire craving something only he could assuage. No man makes me feel this way nor do I think any man was ever going to make me to. It was primal and raw like we were made for this, something he doesn’t want to accept.
He grabbed my waist and yanked me up to straddle him-vigorously for someone drunk, moving away from the bed to the nearest wall where he slammed me, his right hand reaching up to tug at my hair until it was free and cascading down my body. He groaned into my mouth, tore away, and latched onto my neck, he inhaled deeply, caught my skin between his teeth, and pulled but didn’t bite. I could feel his elongated fangs driving me crazier as they grazed my skin. This sensation was too good to be true. I wanted him to rip me, tear me apart, sink his fangs inside of me and use me as he deem fit.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and inhaled them, he muttered some incoherent words before letting them go and raking his hand through my skull. It was painful, yet pleasurable.
I arched my back to him when he trailed his finger down my cleavage to the top of my breast until he was at the knotted part of my robe. In a flash the robe was gone, leaving me in my see-through nightie, everything exposed to his hungry eyes. I didn’t mind one bit. I needed him and craved him like food. It was animalistic but I wanted it so badly I was willing to beg for it. And the scariest part was that I didn’t want it to be normal, I wanted it to hurt just the way my heart hurt when I see him with another woman.
“Oh, Danika! You bring out the worst in me!” he growled as he dropped me ruggedly, and ripped off my nightie to leave me naked. I flung myself at him, taking notice of his eyes that were staunch emerald by now. The eye of his wolf. They wanted us and we wanted them. Muse was going nuts inside of me in need to feel the body of our mate meshed to ours in an unholy bond.
“On your knees!” Alonso barked and I fell without waiting a second.
He smiled. His smile was godly and torturous. He ripped down his brief, the monster seating in there jumping out straight to my face. “Can you?” he asked me slowly in a husky voice.
My eyes flitted to him and gradually nodded my head. I am willing to do anything. I took him, kissed him, and began playing with him. Alonso jerked on his feet, his hands going to the wall behind me.
I kissed him from the tip to the root, then took him in my mouth to suckle deeply. He growled like an animal in pain but didn’t push away. I didn’t know if I was doing this right but I took courage from the fact that he didn’t push me off. I proceeded to suck and pull his balls until he rents away from me, gripped my arm, and launched me into the chair close to us. He bent me over, my ass to him. My heart lurched in fear. What was he going to do? My heart pounded, still, I didn’t stop him.
“This is going to hurt a bit, but you will enjoy it I promise,” he gruffed, took a spittle from his mouth, ran it through his dick, shrugged off his boxers, and positioned it at my entrance. I don’t know what he meant by a bit but I was willing to go any miles for him just to satisfy him and myself.
When he pushed in, true to his word, it was painful at first probably because we haven’t done it since the first day and then for the second time, we were doing it from another angle. I closed my eyes and tried to stabilize my breath. He was gentle for someone who was drunk. In and out he went until I had adjusted to his size. Then I pushed my back to him, encouraging him to go faster.
He started thrusting faster, our groans resonating in the room without a care in the world to who would hear. It was a big risk, one numbed by our passion-one which at that time I wouldn’t mind being caught in as long as he doesn’t stop moving.
“Faster, please,” I cried, moving my back against him to hasten the pace. I was close, oh very close, and needed to rid myself of this gnawing pull at the pit of my stomach mounting with every thrust.
He slammed into me with a more forceful gait and my walls constricted. I gripped the chair tighter as I let out an ear-piercing scream into the night, clawed at the chair until the feeling washed away.
My frenzy might have affected him because he jerked hard on top of me, the act sending us both tumbling to the ground in rapid pants. I couldn’t move, just lay there deprived of every energy to move a limb.
His hand moved, grabbing me around the waist and bringing me closer until I was nestled on his sweat ladled chest. I didn’t mind the discomfort. All I wanted that minute was his closeness as sleep beckoned on me.
I didn’t know when I fell asleep to the rise and fall rhythm of his chest, but the next time I woke up, there was a loud knock on the door.
My eyes snapped open at the same time Alonso’s body went rigid beneath me. I scrambled away from him, looking from him to the incessant knock coming the door.
“Someone is at the door. What am I going to do?” He didn’t look frantic, instead, his bright eyes flicked to mine flatly, exhaled, and stood up from the ground, sampling his sweet taut arse to me. I gulped down, my body becoming active at the luscious sight. I was definitely possessed if I was having such senile thoughts at the point of being caught in his room.
As he wore his briefs and started walking to the door, I picked my clothing from the different parts it was strung to in the room and ran to the bathroom. I quickly wore them while I heard the door open and someone walked in.
“Why didn’t you open at once? Are you okay?” It was Paisley.
“Do I look like I’m not? What are you doing here? Can’t I get my respite without you always being in my face?” Alonso retorted curtly.
“You are silly. If you think I will fall for your tone and run away, as usual, you lie. If we are going to get married, then I think we should start getting used to each other’s abhorring presence…” she slurred and I cringed. Why was she talking as though she was trying to flirt with him?
“What are you insinuating?” Alonso asked flatly, I could picture him cocking his brow at her.
“I mean maybe we should, you know, get back to how we were. Like in old times. Since when did you stop finding me attractive, Ally. I thought you liked my body?” Her tone now was definitely seductive.
Huh? I can’t believe this. Every ounce of guilt I felt before at resenting her returned in full force. Why would she lower herself before a man like that?!
Oh shut up! As if you didn’t lower yourself too! My inner mind slammed me. I rolled my eyes. At least he is my mate, unlike her. For someone who said she was being forced to marry the King, she wasn’t acting the part of a forced bride.
“Let’s get something clear, Paisley, I am never going to sleep with you ever again. And… before you go thinking it’s because I have another woman, I don’t, but this thing between us… it’s just for the sake of the alliance. The sooner you get that into your thick brains the better for this union.” Alonso snarled at her.
“You are a monster, Alonso!” I knew she was angry from the tone of her voice. “After all I’m sacrificing for this union you dare to say that to me? What would be my benefit in it then? Did you agree to this silly union to punish me or what? I hate you so much!”
“I don’t care… it’s not like it’s not what you have always wanted Paisley, or is it Cleopatra?” he replied nonchalantly.
“You will rot in hell. Let me ask you something, are you falling for her?”
“Falling for who?”
“Danika!”
I winced when I heard my name. She knows! Gad, I’m finished.
“What do you mean by th-”
“I see the way you look at her. All of you make it look like she is a gift from the goddess to manhood! Since she came in here you hardly see me. Is it her? Are you in love with her? Tell me!”
I staggered back in my position, my hand reaching out to hold onto the sink for support. In my bid to steady myself, I mistakenly pushed the shower handle which went clattering to the floor, the aftermath silence from the room, chilling my bones.
Caught red-handed.
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