Page 78 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
He knows exactly how to push all my buttons, how to make me forget everything else except for the way his body feels against mine.And just like every other time before this one, I give in to him. Despite myself, despite knowing how much it will hurt later on when this moment passes, and everything comes crashing back around me like an explosive wave of despair, I find myself yielding under Dion’s touch.
His mouth latches onto mine hungrily while one hand reaches up to cup one breast, roughly.The hot water pours down on us, but all I can focus on is the feel of his lips against mine.His kiss is rough and demanding, but for a few moments, I forget about the pain and burning inside of me.
His hands roam over me, pulling me closer, and I moan against his lips, giving in to my desire for him.Despite everything,there’s something about him that makes me ache for him.Pleasure washes over me like waves, leaving nothing untouched by its intoxicating grasp.He pulls back, his eyes locked on mine, and I see something different in them than usual.It’s almost as if he’s searching for something within me.
“Don’t pretend you don’t feel it, too,” he whispers into my ear before biting down lightly on the lobe.
My breath hitches at the sensation as I try not to give him any satisfaction by responding.
“Let me help you,” he urges, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from my face as he leans back to look at me.The touch is a spark, igniting a fire that threatens to consume the barriers I’ve been trying and failing to create.This man gets under my skin, but he’s right, I do feel something even if I don’t want to, even if it is just lust.
“What did Doc say?”I ask him and he smirks.
“So you do want my help.”I grit my teeth, but if it stops the pain enough I can get sleep.I am willing to take it.“Are you in pain, Emery?”he asks.
I stare at him like he is bonkers when I notice something, I’m not.
“When you suppressed your wolf, you suppressed your heat.These are after effects of the Belladonna.Your wolf is waking, but so is your heat since you’ve found your mate,” Dion states.“Don’t say I’m not your mate.”He tilts his head to the side, watching me for a second.
“You know I am, you just don’t want me to be.”
“I don’t know that for sure, not without my wolf,” I remind him.He sighs heavily.
“You’re lying, admit it,” he says.I shake my head when he moves so quickly it gives me a head spin.I’m suddenly standing, his arm wrapped around my waist as he waits for me to regain my balance.
Then he lets me go, stepping back from me.Within moments of him doing so, that same crippling pain writhes through me.“Still think I’m lying?”he asks, reaching for me.
“You’re not withdrawing from the Belladonna, you’re withdrawing from me; the more you fight the bond, the more it will hurt, so do us both a favor and stop fighting it.”he purrs, and I push off his chest as he drags me closer.
“So damn stubborn,” he snarls, shutting the water off.He pulls me from the shower and grabs a towel, draping it over me.I collapse on the side of the bathtub, my legs feeling like jelly.
“You know where I will be when you stop lying to yourself,” he snaps, grabbing himself a towel and walking out.I watch him leave and disappear out the door.
Yet, the waves continue.It’s almost as if now that he has touched me, my body recognizes him as the antidote, or maybe he used his vampire side and I only think he is?I want to believe that, however, I am unable to deny how instantly the pain sweeps back over me.
“You wanna be worth this torment, wolf,” I growl, wondering if she can hear me.I used to be so excited about getting my wolf, yet Dion has stolen even her from me now, knowing when she comes she could be my undoing.Pushing to my feet, I wander out of the bathroom to find Dion has changed the bed linen, and it now sits in a pile by the bedroom door.He flicks his lamp off going back to bed and I wander over to the closet, stopping at the door.
“Try going out that door, and you won’t like the consequences,” Dion warns me, and I glance at the bedroom door.He’d catch me if I tried, so why would I?Not that I would get far in this state.I reach for one of his shirts when I pause, glancing at the bed, knowing the pain will only return.Cursing, I drop the towel and move toward his side, stopping beside him.
His eyes burn brightly in the darkness, peering up at me expectantly.“You won’t ask for my help, yet you expect it?”he shakes his head, rolling onto his back and tossing the blanket back.
“Well?”I huff, annoyed that he is finding me entertaining.I climb into bed and drop on top of him before becoming a face down dead weight starfish, hoping I crush him.He grunts,pulling the blanket over us.
“Don’t think I don’t know your knee was aiming for my balls,” he growls.
“I’m letting you hug me, aren’t I?”I tell him and he scoffs.
“Oh, I should feel so privileged?”he laughs.I nod, enjoying the sedative he is.
Reaching for his arm, I pull it around me.
“Now you’re just being a brat,” he tells me, but I wriggle higher, burying my face in his neck when his hand moves, trailing up my spine softly.
“This changes nothing, I still don’t like you,” I remind him.
“Hmm,” he answers, and I feel my eyes growing heavy.
“You can hate me, Emery.But you’ll also learn to love me,” he murmurs just before sleep takes me.
