Page 15 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
The fabric is warm, smelling of him— smokey fire, and something unmistakably male.I slip my arms into it just as he tears the remnants of my dress that is bunched at my hips.I hasten to button up the shirt, but he stops me, his hands suddenly replacing mine.His touch burns through the fabric, searing myskin.
My breath hitches when his fingers stop between my breasts.His gaze shifts, darkening, becoming predatory, as his dark hair falls into his eyes.He cups my breast before brushing his thumb over my hardened nipple.Tingles trace every inch of my skin, and I shiver at the sensation.He moves beneath me, revealing the hardness pressing against me.I gasp and move to climb off him, but he pulls me back.“You don’t need to fear me, little mate.”
He leans in, his warm breath tickling my ear.“I won’t fuck you yet,” he purrs, sending a wave of fear coursing through me.“But I want something else.”His voice is a soft growl.
“What?”I manage to whisper, the word barely audible, threatening to choke me.
His lips curve into a wicked smile.“Your blood,” he says, the words a growl in the quiet of the car.
A rush of terror takes my breath away.Blood.He wants my blood.But why?Is he going to hurt me?Kill me?My mind races through every horrible possibility; each thought more terrifying than the last.
“What… why?”I stammer, my voice shaking as much as my body.Dion simply chuckles, a sound as cold as his gaze.
“I know you’ve heard stories of who I am and what I am.Everyone has,” he whispers.
“Hybrid,” I answer, swallowing the lump that has lodged in my throat.
“Hm,” he murmurs, nipping along my jaw to my chin.
“I want to taste you, Emery,” he purrs, his voice a low, throaty growl that makes my skin crawl.“And your scent… it’s intoxicating.”He groans before gripping my throat and plunging his tongue into my mouth.He kisses me deeply, a lewd sound leaving the back of his throat.His tongue tastes every inch of my mouth, and he becomes more forceful, rougher.
He growls and I jerk away from him.But he leans back in his chair, his hand gripping my thigh, fingers digging into my flesh.“You are making it very difficult for me to control myselfwhen you don’t comply,” he says angrily while watching me.
“I did nothing,” I answer, worried he’ll chuck me back in the trunk.
“Exactly, you don’t react, just freeze up, it irritates me.”
I crease my brows.What does he expect?He kidnapped me!It then dawns on me what he means.
“You wanted me to kiss you back?”I ask, and he tilts his head to the side.
“You are my mate,” he answers flatly, “it’s expected.”My face heats and I glance away.He grips my chin, forcing me to look at him.“What is it?”he demands.
“You killed my parents!”I spit at him.Is he dense?
“And they killed my Luna and son,” he snarls back.I chew my lip, not believing him.How can my parents be responsible for rogues attacking his pack?He lifts his hand to tap on the window of the limo, and my gaze widens.I grip his wrist, and he watches me for a second.
“Fine, I’ll kiss you...just don’t put me back in the trunk,” I mumble the last part, tearing my gaze away from him to peer out the window.
“Your face is so red,” he chuckles.“Almost like you’re embarrassed about something.”I glare at him.His eyebrows raise.“You are.”
“I am not,” I retort.He raises an eyebrow at me and shakes his head.
“Prove it, then,” he tells me.I swallow, my gaze darting to his lips and I bite down on mine.He leans forward, gripping my neck, his eyes on mine, flashing wickedly.
“You’ve never kissed anyone before,” he smiles as if this news excites him, while my face heats to the point I believe I’ve turned completely red.
“Technically, you did just kiss me, so now I have kissed someone,” I tell him.
“No...I kissed you, and you remained stiff like a damn board,” he growls when his lips tug in the corners.
“But don’t worry, I’ll give you a chance to rectify that,” hetells me before his lips crash against my own, his thumb on my chin probing my lips apart.His tongue sweeps into my mouth, brushing mine gently.When I don’t kiss him back, his fangs graze my bottom lip in warning, nicking them.I hiss but hesitantly kiss him back.He deepens the kiss, pulling me closer, and I pull away for air.
I’m panting, nervously curious about what comes next.I study his face, trying to discern what he’s thinking by his expression.But it just seems like a mask, a cold, hard mask for a stranger, which I suppose he is.“I want you,” he growls before kissing my jawline down my neck, his teeth grazing the skin.I flinch when his fangs graze my chin, a thin line of blood trailing down it.He licks it up with a satisfied groan.
He presses his hands along my jaw, tilting my head to the side, exposing a spot right below my ear.His lips press against my skin, kissing and nibbling each spot along the way.
A shudder runs through me.My body tenses.He’s going to bite me.He will sink his fangs into my skin, and draw my blood...I squeeze my eyes shut, anticipating the pain.
