Sold to the Billionaire Alpha

Chapter 8: Determined

Chapter 8: Determined

I was bathed in light. I groaned. My eyes adjusted to the brightness as I attempted groggily to get up. I found myself unable to and then I remembered where I was, lying on the Alpha’s chest pinned under his strong arm. The covers had been thrown off of us. My sweat was causing me to stick to the Alpha’s bare hot skin. I wiggled around. The Alpha stirred, grunting in his sleep.

“Orion,” I called to him when I had mustered enough courage.

His brows furrowed but his forehead relaxed again and he did not wake up. I was so warm. I realised I was thirsty. My throat was so dry. I was probably dehydrated. I remembered the one glass of water I was given in the past two and half days. I had not eaten at all. My stomach hurt and I felt weak.

“Orion,” I pleaded. He was completely still.

I thrashed against his grip and could not squirm away with all my might. His grip actually tightened defensively as if someone was trying to rob him of his most prized possession. I continued to call his name loudly until I felt completely foolish. Was he ignoring me or was he that deeply asleep? I looked at his chest. An idea came to me. A bad idea but an idea nonetheless. His n****e was near me. I was staring right at it. I tweaked it with my free hand. He stirred, reacting to the touch. The n****e became erect. I pinched it a little harder. He squeezed me as he readjusted himself in sleep. I was totally fed up now. I could not say what madness gripped me but I put my mouth to the n****e licking and sucking it. I nibbled it.

It happened so fast. It left me stunned. In a flash, Orion awoke, flipped us over so that I was pinned underneath him, he grasped my wrists in his hands putting my arms above my head and he settled himself between my legs, his huge erection pressing against my core. My body betrayed me. My core soaked my underwear in anticipation of him, wanting to be ready for him. I whimpered which seemed to set him off more. His already darkened eyes became totally black as if he were no longer in control of himself. His lips found my mouth, planting a hot kiss on my lips. He moved his lips skilfully against mine. I clumsily matched his movements, moaning as he nipped by bottom lip and licked it. He took my moan as an opportunity to invade my mouth with his tongue. He gently caressed my tongue with his. He peppered my bruised face with open mouthed kisses so gently it felt as though he were trying to kiss the pain away. His eyes were becoming blue again. He was returning to himself. I had started moving my hips. My core was begging me to entice him to satisfy its emptiness. I was the one lost now, completely out of my senses or perhaps, completely consumed by my senses. Orion’s strong large hands held my hips still. I gasped.

He got up, sitting on the edge of the bed, stretching. I got my first look at his muscular broad back. He stood. He dropped his pants. I covered my eyes, shocked at his indecency. I did peak though. His butt was nicely shaped and tightly muscled. He turned around and my already soaked underwear could no longer absorb the added moisture. I felt my inner thighs squish together as I clamped my legs shut instinctively. He was huge, erect in the morning, impressive in both girth and length. The sensible part of my mind felt afraid remembering him discussing “mating” with me. His eyes were on me though I was desperately tying to avoid meeting his gaze.

“Do you like what you see, my pretty little Luna?” He asked, laughing.

I refused to answer.

He absentmindedly stroked the n****e I had been teasing.

“You should not provoke me, my little mate,” he warned. “I can smell that your body is certainly ready for me…”

He could smell my arousal as it spilled into my underwear. I blushed, continuing to look downwards.

“…but your mind and heart require more convincing,” he said.

This was a strange sort of captivity, a weird torture. On one hand I was terrified of being expected to begin pleasing him sexually right away and on the other hand, I did not want it delayed and drawn out if it were an inevitable outcome to this deal. I thought I should get it over with like ripping a bandaid off. No matter how quickly, I got my bearings and escaped, I felt there would be more than enough time for him to use me for his pleasure. I still felt sleepy. I had no energy. That reminded me of why I had woken him up. I needed to flatter him and survive and escape.

“My…mate?” I said hesitantly.

He looked pleasantly surprised. “Yes, Baby,” he purred.

“I’m sorry for teasing you like that. I was having a lot of difficulty waking you up calling your name,” I said.

“Aye, I’m a heavy sleeper,” Orion agreed, grinning. “And now that I have my mate, I feel so comfortable. I slept so deeply last night.”

I was usually an insomniac. My strange shifts as a doctor had left me with terrible sleeping habits. I averaged two to three hours a night and was chronically tired despite my young age. Hearing Orion mention how well he had slept made me realise I had basically slept through the night for the first time in years. I had only stirred once when I questioned him. Usually, I would wake three or more times. My sleep was constantly interrupted by my own restless nature. If Orion had had his way with me last night, I had a feeling I would have slept deeply with him till late morning or perhaps afternoon. 

“I needed to wake you, Baby,” I said sweetly, copying him. “I’m thirsty and hungry. I haven’t really had anything in days.”

His face contorted with anger. “f**k those Caros. They didn’t feed you?”

“They offered me some snacks,” I said quickly remembering what he had done to Boris. I hated Boris but still felt sorry for him. I actually liked the sisters and Mr Caro was okay. I did not want harm to come to them although they had questionable morals.

“I just had a sip of water and a sip of wine because I was so nervous and confused,” I said. 

I got up, standing on the bed and walking towards him. I was going to lay it on thick so he would trust me quickly and I could find the exit. 

“I was so scared, Baby, before you came. When I saw you, I felt calm until you punished the guy that struck me and I became frightened again.”

I bit my lip. Strangely I felt completely over my ex after one night sleeping in Orion’s arms. He made me feel very desirable.

“Baby, you won’t do anything like that anymore will you?” I asked.

His eyes were sparkling. He seemed mesmerised by me. I felt guilty for rushing our relationship for my benefit like this, but he orchestrated my kidnapping so whatever. He seemed very taken with me for whatever reason and I wanted to earn his trust and inspire him to feel deeply for me as soon as possible. My survival depended on it. He scooped me up in his arms, my arms around his neck, my legs wrapped around his waist, his hands under my thighs holding me up. I forced myself not to squeal as I felt his stiff manhood pressing against the fabric covering my most sensitive area. He carried me out of the master bedroom and into the master bathroom. It was twice the size of Mr Caro’s bathroom.

“I won’t kill in front of you ever again if I can help it, Luna,” he murmured planting kisses all over my face. “I’m so sorry, Baby.”

“I’m sorry for scaring you and about your bruise. I should have just gotten you myself,” he grumbled.

He put me on the bathroom counter and ran me a bath in the huge tub. He covered himself with a bath robe. While the water was filling, he went to get something. He returned so quickly I had not had any time to explore. He had a platter with a pitcher of water and two glasses, snacks and more white wine and wine glasses. It was morning time. These crazy people were all a bunch of alcoholics. Who would drink wine first thing Sunday morning? I drank two glasses of water one after the other. I was so thirsty. I sipped a third glass while I ate a macaron. It was so delicious. It tasted like vanilla bean. I tried a few of the cheeses. There were some tiny cakes. I had a chocolate one.

“Save some room for a proper breakfast after our bath, Baby,” ordered Orion sternly.

Our bath. We were going to bathe together. I had laid it on way too thick and now I would pay for it. Orion tested the water. He pulled my nightgown off over my head. I hugged myself to cover my bare breasts. The pink-nude panty was still on but the bra was gone.

“Who took me out of my gown and put me in my night clothes?” I asked innocently.

“I did, Baby,” said Orion. “But you have nothing to fear. I want you fully aware of everything when I claim you.”

I shivered. Orion thought it was the chill of being undressed. He wrapped a plush robe around me while he slipped my wet underwear off. He sniffed it. I looked at him like he was crazy before I could put on a fake expression. He chuckled. His hand reached down and very gently touched my wetness. I gasped. In a split second, he had already pulled his hand away. Some of my juices were on his hand. He locked eyes with me while he licked my juices off of his hand, relishing the taste.

“Perhaps you don’t need a bath, perhaps I should just lick you clean,” he suggested, his voice husky.

I wanted to gasp but held it in. I did not know what a sexy verbal response would be. I decided to do something daring. I opened my legs and leaned back revealing my flower to him as if to tell him to lick me clean instead of bathing me. His mouth literally watered and his eyes became black at the sight of me. I clamped my legs shut, realising I might be pushing him too much.

He laughed at my sudden change of heart. He removed both of our bath robes and lowered me gently into the warm water. I sighed. The water was so soothing. He got in and settled himself behind me. He pulled me to him so my back leant against his chest as we both sat in the bath. His erection was poking my behind. I had the maddening urge to rub against it but I was not likely to escape such a provocation without risking a pregnancy. 

He seemed to take great pleasure in grooming me. He massaged all my limbs as he lathered the soap against my skin. Then he turned his attention to lathering and massaging by back which felt heavenly. He was brief when it came to my breasts, tummy and core so as not to test himself or perhaps me too much. He shampooed my hair, massaging my scalp as I sighed happily. I kept having to remind myself this was not true bonding. This was my seduction of him in order to escape. He conditioned my hair and washed off all the soap. The products used had those wonderful aromas that had entranced me back at the Caro House. He began to wash himself and I stopped him pouting. I wanted to do the honours. I was a marvellous actress. I copied what he had done to me massaging him lovingly as I washed him. He groaned and grumbled happily especially when I scratched his scalp while I shampooed and conditioned his hair.

After the bath he wrapped us in warm robes. I brushed his hair but insisted on doing mine. I did not trust him to detangle my curls. He sulked watching me. When I was done, he showed me a walk-in closet filled with clothes. I was surprised the lady’s side had so many beautiful garments. Jealousy gripped me.

“Whose clothes are these?” I asked coldly, dropping the charade.

“I bought them for you,” he said, sounding confused by my tone. “They are in your size. The Caro family measured you Thursday night and I had these arranged on Friday and Saturday by my personal shoppers.

“Oh,” I said, a little creeped out at being measured while unconscious but sort of grateful for all these pretty things to wear. I was also relieved he did not have some secret wife or girlfriend for me to worry about. Why was I jealous? I kept having to remind myself I had been kidnapped.

I picked out a lantern-sleeved white dress that stopped just above my knees. I had on another lacy set of underwear beneath the dress. This set was white. I slipped on some ballet flats. He had gotten shoes too. He smiled at me when I was all dressed.

“My pretty little Luna,” he said.

I stood on my tiptoes reaching for him and he swiftly leant down and kissed me

The mansion was gargantuan and ostentatious in its decor. There was a breakfast room. The dining table seated a dozen people. We were served by staff dressed in uniforms. Waffles, pancakes, fruit salad, sausages, eggs, bacon, bread rolls and butter and maple syrup all adorned the table. Everything I could manage to eat tasted wonderful. I noticed Rose and Perseus were absent. He had made it sound like they were nearby. I had thought the brothers lived in the same mansion.

“Where’s Rose and Perseus?” I said between mouthfuls.

“In their room,” said Orion, whilst buttering some bread.

“Aren’t they going to eat breakfast?” I asked worriedly.

I needed to check on Rose.

“Baby, take me to see Rose,” I said.

The servants seemed taken aback at how informally I addressed him.

Orion’s eyes grew dark and distant then he looked at me.

“Perseus is busy,” Orion said simply.

“How do you know?” I asked.

Orion smiled. “Werewolves can link minds like telepathy. I just spoke to him.”

Ok whatever. I would escape soon. I would even consider visiting this man in the mental asylum. He was really growing on me. I had to risk upsetting him though. I had to sneak off to find Rose.