Alpha Meets His Match

4. Two Can Play That Game

I wake up to a burning sensation in my chest which causes me to almost fall to the floor.  I grasp the sheets and call out for Vincent, but he’s not here.

The pain is searing into my chest, but I hold in the screams that I desperately want to let out.  I lift myself up and look around the room.  The pain keeps flashing white lights through my eyes, but I have to hold on.  I see my dress discarded on the floor, and put it on for modesty.  

I look on the clock and its around 5am.  Where could he be? 

When I walk into the hallway, the pain gets worse and I have to take deep breaths so I don’t crumple over.  I have to hold on to the sides of the walls just to keep my legs steady.   I stagger down the hall to see if there’s anyone around, but it’s completely deserted. 

I then hear noises coming from a room on my right, so I limp to the door and turn the handle.  What I'm greeted with is Vincent pummeling his d**k into a red head on his desk.  I guess this is his office.

Her moans are of sweet pleasure that I experienced myself only a few hours ago.  He has her on her side and his hands grip one of her legs as he thrusts with no relent.   His toned ass clenches each time he pushes forward and all his back muscles flex accordingly.  The only face I can make is pure shock.

The girl looks up and gasps when she sees me and Vincent finally turns around. 

He doesn’t look surprised, in fact, the asshole smirks as he doesn’t stops his thrusting.  This is what he wanted.  He wanted me to feel this pain and he wanted me to see him.  I can’t process any emotions and I grab my chest with my hand as the pain deepens.  I turn around and shut the door. 

My anger builds up as that's the only emotion I can share in this situation.  I haven’t cried since I was 15 years old, and dammit,  I don’t plan to start now.   It's not the first time I have seen the cheating pains, but it is the first time I felt it.  

I limp back into Vincent’s room and get my shoes.  If this is how he wants to spend his life, then so be it. 

I fight through the burning sensation and get myself together.  I look in the mirror and fix my hair, brushing it over my mating mark.  I look at my reflection and attempt to control my facial expressions as the pain continues to pummel into my body.

I leave the room in search for any males.  We didn’t run into anyone when we go back, so obviously he hasn’t told anyone that he found his luna…. His luna that he planned to f**k over the minute he marked her. 

Let the f*****g games begin Vincent.

I walk down the staircase to the common area.  Surely there had to be someone awake.  The pain is still there, but I’ve dealt with far worse than this, giving me the upper hand.   It’s only a state of mind. 

I turn around the corner and see a man standing, watching tv.  I size him up.  He’s just as bulky as Vincent, but maybe a little shorter.  His mocha skin glistens as if he just came from a border patrol, and wearing only a pair of basketball shorts.  He’s too thick to be just a regular warrior, and then it hits me- it’s definitely his beta.  This will be so much better than some random.  

“Hey there,” I say I my sexiest voice, strutting confidently up to him.  

He turns around and his piercing light gray eyes raise in confusion, but there's also lust.  "You lost kitten?"

 "Alpha found a new toy, but I'm not finished playing…"  I brush my cleavage up against his arm as my hand grazes his stomach lightly.   I look down and  see the bulge growing in his pants and I take my cue.

I run my hand from his stomach to his crotch as his breath hitches.  "So are you going to help me or not?"  He grabs my hair forcefully and crashes my lips to his and roughly grabs my ass. 

Stupid wolves are so easy to get to.

He presses me into his erection and I gasp from the connection.  My wolf wines that its wrong but I shut her up.  If he can ignore his wolf than so can I. 

I tease my tongue against his before biting his lips, earning me a groan.  "Take me to your room," I rasp out and he doesn’t need to be told twice. 

He picks me up as if I weigh nothing, rushing us down the hall.   He kicks open his door and throws me down on his bed, complete lust taking over his eyes.  He slams his door shut and stalks over to me.  My breath is labored, more so from pain my mate is still bestowing upon me.  

I sit up on my elbows waiting for his next move.  He grabs the front of my dress and rips it down the middle then tears off his own pants.  

Okay that was f*****g hot- no longer need to pretend I'm horny.  

He yanks my legs to the edge of the bed and thrusts hard and fast into my core.  I let out a guttural scream as he slams into me.  The pain finally stops in my chest which gives me an extra boost of energy.  I push him off and when he advances again, I take him and flip him on his back and sink myself onto him in one move.  

"f**k yes! Damn!!" he screams.  He lifts me and drills into my p***y from underneath.  I'm so close to an orgasm that I need to happen quickly, so I start rubbing my clit as I'm grinding into him.  The lust in his eyes turns me one even further and drop my head back in ecstasy.  

I c*m quickly, his c**k straining inside of me, looking for his release.  He keeps pumping into me and I'm starting to get bored.  

I've accomplished all that I needed to, and all I want it to get off of him.  

The door suddenly slams open and there's my mate, with all the fury in the world, clutching his chest as the searing burn takes over him. 

 His naked form would be a total turn on if it weren’t for the juices of another b***h still glistening on is body.  I look into his eyes and compare our reactions to cheating pains.  Both of us shocked and pissed; however, the main difference between me and him though, he has tears in his eyes.