Chapter 10 - The Middle Finger
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I am ready to do anything to wipe this smug smile off his unfairly beautiful face. Is there something to be proud of that I missed yesterday? He forced me into our bond! This is low! This is not something to be happy about!
Without thinking I do the only thing I can do in this situation. I slowly raise my right hand and show him the middle finger. His eyes flash red and I immediately regret the gesture and put my hand down. But I do not hide or run away, instead, I look him right into the eyes and raise my head high.
I notice that the person he was speaking to is also staring at me. Well. Enjoy the free show, man.
Dimitry noticed that I looked at the man and I hear a loud growl from him. With this, he says something to the poor guy and the latter runs away. While Demitry is storming into the building.
For Moon’s sake, what have I just done?
It’s not even a minute as I hear the door into the room open and turn around to see my mate. He is breathing heavily. You don’t have to be Sherlock to guess that he is pissed.
"What was that about?" he demands.
"Oh, I’m sorry. Did I just hurt your feelings after you lied to me and forcefully marked and imprisoned me here?" I can’t help it even though I know I’d better shut the hell up.
He walks closer to me, eyes sparkling with anger. So, this is his true nature… I can’t deny it anymore. He is the monster I always thought he would be.
"You can do what you want in this room, Alyssa," he is gritting through his teeth. Is he trying to calm himself down?
I roll my eyes though.
"But you can never disrespect me like that, especially not in front of our people."
"You see, Demitry," I clench my fists, "These are not OUR people. These are YOUR people and I don’t give a damn…"
In just a second he swoops me off my feet and throws me over his shoulder.
"That’s enough, little one," he slaps my bottom, while more people are looking at us from the freaking garden and walks into the room. He demonstrates to them that he is still in power. Typical.
"How dare you?!" I shout in anger, although his slap sent waves of tingles through my whole body. And not in the bad sense. But I will never admit it.
He drops me in the middle of the bed and before I could even say anything, he is on top of me.
"I know yesterday hasn’t been perfect or how it should be in normal life, little one, but you’ll understand me when you learn to look at the big picture."
The closeness of his hot in every sense of the word body intimidates me, but I bring my thoughts in order and shout:
"Screw you, Demitry Richards!" and try to push him away.
His eyes flash red again and this time I am really scared. So much for my plan to be careful around him and not to provoke him in any way.
"No, little one, I am not the one to be screwed today!" with that, he places a hot and passionate kiss on my lips. I try to push him away, but realize that I am not really trying hard. This stupid bond is going to be the end of me!
He breaks the kiss and then suddenly bites my earlobe lightly. I moan. He is playing with me. He is definitely very experienced, while for me this is the first time to have such an intimate moment with anyone. Meanwhile, the Alpha doesn’t stop. He places kiss after kiss on my neck, going all the way down to my mark. I bite my lip hard when he touches it with his tongue. I’ve heard that this place would be sensitive after the mark in places, but never imagined that the feeling would be so intense.
Demitry trails my mark with his tongue and I feel my breathing getting faster. Damn it. Resisting your mate after being marked is next to impossible. I hate him so much, while I want him at the same time.
"Stop it!" I grit through my teeth while trying to push him away, but in reality, my nails dig into his skin. Demitry growls with pleasure. This is the perfect foreplay for him.
"You and I both know that this is not what you really want," he says in between kisses, "Now, I know that my girl really likes fingers… don’t you?"
His hand slips down my thigh and lifts up the skirt of my dress, then goes in between my legs and parts them. I feel how his huge bulge is pressing against my core, but instead of rejecting him again, I drop my head and arch my back while he keeps kissing my marking spot and my chest. I feel his hand slide where it shouldn’t be and his fingers bring a world of new sensations to me.
"At least your body doesn’t lie, little one," he whispers into my ear, "So responsive...So...juicy.."
My cheeks are going to burn with embarrassment.
"Since you like fingers so much, I’ll give you some," he kisses my marking spot again and slowly inserts the finger that's rubbing me inside.
I scream and my nails go deeper into him. He’ll be bleeding if I press at least a bit more. But I cannot concentrate on anything as waves of pleasure are going through my body. I couldn’t even imagine that sensations like this exist.
"So f*****g tight," he mutters and I see that he is enjoying the process, but I can’t analyze it too much as he adds another finger and then another one. He picks up the pace and all I can do is just breathe heavily under him, trying not to moan. Unsuccessfully.
"Please," I beg, but I am not sure what am I begging him for – to stop or to keep going. He hits the right spot inside me and every time he touches it I feel so much pleasure that it starts to build pressure inside. He keeps hitting it and I scream loudly as I climax over his hand, my whole body pulsating and squeezing tight. For a minute I forget who I am and where I am. There’s only me and my mate. And the pleasure that I didn’t even know existed, but which was granted to me nonetheless.
He withdraws his fingers and kisses me again. I see how wet his fingers are... Not breaking the eye contact he licks all three fingers clean and adds:
"Sweet as vanilla. Exactly as expected of my perfect little mate."
I blush, realizing what has just happened between us and try to bury my face in pillows, only to find him taking my chin in his hand and giving me the most possessive kiss ever. He growls when he breaks it and smiles at me:
"Nothing to be embarrassed about. Things like this are natural between mates. We’ll be doing much more in no time."
"Says who?!" I slowly come to my senses and become angry again.
"Says me," he laughs and stands up, fixing his shirt and hair. I still see his huge bulge in his pants and I am surprised he is not trying to move forward with me at this very moment. Why? I am obviously in his power and a minute ago I didn’t even mind…
"All in good times, little one," he catches my gaze and laughs and I want to die, "By the way, I am happy you saved yourself for me, Alyssa."
I blush and cover my face with my hands:
"It wasn’t for you, you asshole!" I finally scream at him.
"But it will be mine anyway," he laughs again and I feel even more aroused than before.
"Damn you," I throw a pillow which was next to me at him, but he blocks it easily and his eyes sparkle red again, "Now, little one, stop playing with me or I will punish you again. And who knows where I’ll stop next time… or if I’ll even stop at all."
I can’t believe the audacity of his!
"I need to get back to work now. This was not a planned detour of mine for today, but I am pleased we did it anyways. I’ll see you at dinner tonight, my Luna, and we will talk. I promise."
At this I can’t help but snort:
"I know what your promises are worth!"
I turn away but suddenly feel his hands wrapping around me.
"All this had to be done, Alyssa. With time you will learn to understand me."
He kissed me in my hair and walked out, closing the door to my room for the next few hours.
I feel confused and betrayed. By my own actions this time. What was that? Would I never be able to control myself against the mate bond? I am so pathetic and I wanted to become an Alpha… An Alpha for God’s sake!
I am such a failure of an Alpha – imprisoned and submitting to the enemy! No wonder he didn’t take my words seriously! Is that how he sees me?
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