The groan I involuntarily send into the air between us sounds like a pleading,“Ooh”.
Oh God, it’s really happening again.
Slick moisture rushes from my core, flooding my pussy until a river of fluids gushes out and soaks my broken pants as my body presents for him, the alpha it mistakenly believes has been posturing for my favor.
Despite my body’s mutiny, I feel my sense of civilization take a firm hold as the deepest blush of my lifetime spreads over my entire body. I slap the hand not clinging to my pants in front of my face with a humiliated whimper, curling in on myself while the pleasurable shocks preparing me for him—this killer—rake through me, stronger than anything I’ve felt before.
“Oh God!”
I whine through the expulsion of liquids and the opening of my channel in anticipation of his claiming, too mortified to look at the man who’s done nothing to incite this response from my body.
It must be the adrenaline, the conquering of other alphas to save me, it must be ...My thoughts are struggling to find reason during the onslaught of my most basic instincts, but finally I am released from the tremors, my body having completed the preparation. From my disastrous experience last night, I know my sex is flushed and opened, slick and ready for penetration, but all I sense is the soaked state of my thighs and clothes and the utter and complete humiliation of this horrific situation. Maybe, when I think back to this night later on, the worst parts will be the near-rape or the witnessing of a mass murder, but right now, those things are astonishingly hard to even remember.
He must think I am a lunatic. And he’d probably be right.I straighten slowly, forcing my hand from my face so I can apologize. I don’t care who he is—there is no excuse for this vulgar display. None.
“I... I’m really sorry, I don’t know why this keeps happening to me.” My voice is a humiliated whisper.
He cocks his head at me, and I have to fight myself to not hide my face behind my hand again.
“I’m really sorry,” I repeat, a frantic note making my voice shrill again. “This should never happen—it’s so wrong, I’m so sorry.” My fingers clutch at the fabric around my midriff, and I fumble desperately to secure them to preserve at least an echo of my dignity. I don’t manage to make any headway before the air pressure shifts and I automatically glance up.
Once more, the alpha is right next to me, close enough to notice that his eyes now appear fully black, swallowed by dilated pupils. Without my conscious command my fingers release my pants, letting them slide back down.
Oh, God.
His nostrils flare, and a new rush of wetness drizzles down my thighs, as if my body’s responding to his obvious scenting of me. Like I wasn’t already drenched enough for even a normal person to smell my pheromones—they’re so thick in the air I can practically taste them.
A wry smirk pulls on his full lips, and in that single change of expression the ever-present predator leaps to the forefront.
“Oh, God!” I gasp as I see him removing the leather glove from one hand, carelessly letting it fall to the ground. My body clenches and shudders in primal recognition of what is written all over his face, even if my conscious mind still refuses to acknowledge it.
When his thick, warm finger reaches between my legs and dips into my slit I wish I’d saved the outburst for this. He pulls it up, dragging it through my folds all the way from my sopping hole to the aching nub burning at the top before lifting the digit slowly, provokingly, to his lips. I stare at him in shock when he opens his mouth to suck my fluids off.
His eyes flutter shut, a deep growl resonating from his throat and all the way into my spine sending a new gush down my thighs, and I whimper pathetically. Half from need, half from fear, because even before he says it I know there’s only one way this can go now.
Black, primal demand flashes against me when his eyes open once more, the smirk still present—taunting.
He knows I won’t be running this time.
CONTINUE