Uncontrollable Desire

London:

I stared at the cloud of smoke hovering above me, tipping my head over the headrest. I puffed out smoke from the cigarette wedged in between my fingers, twirling the slim-lit stick with the corner of my lips tilted upwards.

My head bobbed to the music playing from the vinyl record, humming the tune with closed eyes. The index finger of my right hand tapped against the table while I moved my head gently to the beats of the song that I was listening to. I leaned myself off the chair, reaching for my halfway-gone bottle of vodka.

I poured myself a glass while I puffed out smoke. I stirred the liquid, downing it in one go, ignoring the burn that I had gotten accustomed to, bringing the cigarette to my lips to steal a drag.

I glanced at the little clock that sat on the nightstand beside my bed, chuckling because she was so fucking late. I had told her 10 p.m. on the dot, and what was the time? 10-fucking-32pm.

I let the smoke escape from the corner of my room as the memory of finding her on the stairs with Jax a few meters away from her had my left eye twitching.

That stupid rabbit of mine. Did she really think she'd have the liberty to flirt with other men under my fucking roof, let alone right in my very presence? Hell, if she was going to decline my rejection, she should prepare herself to be offlimits to men and unwanted by me.

No one was permitted to have her. No-fucking-one.

I had seen it—the way he had looked at her when she was serving him earlier—in the chamber. The infuriating smile of his as he said whatever it was that made my little maid blush.

I chuckled, puffing out more clouds of smoke, feeling irritated at how she seemed to fancy his good looks and god-awful smile. The way she had looked in his eyes had me contemplating doing something as rash as pinning her to the wall and wickedly taking her there for those heterochromic eyes that I despised the most to watch.

Having him hear her moans of pleasure while she screamed my name. Having him see her pleased expression as she clung to me for dear life. Having him see the way I'd claim her over and over...

The thought had my lips slipping into a dark smile, my tongue grazing the corner of my lips. Oh yes, it would have been a lovely thing to do, but then again, I wasn't that petty. Though I'd have loved to rub it in his face that he couldn't have the girl because she was mine.

It would have been priceless to see the look on his face when he realized that the woman he fancied belonged to the man he hated the most. How beautiful it would have been to have him see that even when it came to women, he'd never beat my game.

I was better than him in every aspect, and I always got the best stuff in life that he wanted. Power and a beautiful woman.

Oh, she definitely had explanations to render, but she was going to be fucking doing it while I'd be ruthlessly ramming into her, making her scream for mercy. It was a fucking promise.

Not only that, but she was also late. Someone was definitely going to have to pay. All she had to do was seal her fate and walk through that door, and I honestly felt sorry for her because she had no idea what was coming for her.

Pouring myself another glass of the scorching liquid, I eyed the door with my cigarette coming to my lips. I had my legs crossed, my lengthy locks grazing my face.

My pendant grazed my naked chest, making me look down at my tattoo and smile at my wolf, who had retreated to the most distant corner of my mind with the excuse of feeling tired. Apparently he was mentally exhausted from listening to all those Alphas talk non-stop and needed his privacy to consider their words and think. While I was seated patiently waiting, like a predator blending in the shadows, waiting for his prey to walk into his line of vision.

That familiar scent of flowers came, and a dark look remained on my face, eyes of intensity staring at the door, waiting for her to knock.

I closed my eyes, moving my head against the song, enjoying the music I was indulging in on this fine night. The knock I was waiting for came as I took a long drag from the cigarette, waiting for her to open it.

"Alpha? Should I come in?"

I glanced at the clock with silent eyes. 10:42pm. Fucking perfect. I needed to be sure of the exact time she decided to show up, and for every minute she made me wait, she was going to pay in ten folds. And the more she stood outside, knocking, the more her punishment increased.

I knew I should have said something, but nah, I wanted to waste her time a little until she took initiative and turned the doorknob that I left unlocked for her.

"Alpha?" Her soft voice came again.

I hummed, enjoying her voice that wafted through my ears like a melodious tune, fueling my need to taste her. I tipped my head back, rocking my head to the beats of the song, letting smoke slip from my lips while I took a gulp from my filled glass.

"Hello?" She called out again.

Deciding that I'd had enough of the game of cat and mouse, I gently stood up from my chair with eyes set on the door, the cigarette stick tucked in-between my lips, damp hair grazing my face as I walked to the door.

Gently, I pulled the door open with eyes fixated on her small form that stood before me in a black knee-length gown with tiny straps for hands. Her fair skin stared at me, calling out to me to do very sinful things to it.

She gazed up at me, taking in my imposing stature that loomed above her. Her gaze trailed down my exposed chest, where my muscles seemed to bulge, and she swallowed nervously. Her eyes then followed the contours of my V-shaped torso, finally settling on the waistband of my loosely hanging sweatpants.

She gradually rose her eyes to meet my dangerous ones, watching the cloud of smoke hit her face as I lowered my cigarette, tilting my head to thoroughly scrutinize her.

I could feel her frantically beating heart, and it filled me with satisfaction. She could perceive the cigarette and alcohol mixed with my cologne to give the perfect smell of danger, while I could very well perceive the sweet scent of her arousal that she was trying to combat.

Lowering myself to be at eye level with her, a dark smirk rested on my lips as I blew smoke on her face, leaning close to her ear to whisper seductively, "You're late, little rabbit."

I could feel the chills run down her spine and that partial gasp that slipped from her parted lips, and I could see the goosebumps that came alive on her skin.

She looked away, stealthily rubbing her thighs together, and I ran my tongue over my lips like a satisfied prey. Did she think I wouldn't notice how horny my presence was making her? I'd been perceiving her arousal all day long, and it fucked with my head, leaving me to the fate of multiple cold showers that never worked because all I could picture was my hands and tongue on her body.

Dragging the tip of my nose against her neck, I inhaled her soft scent with closed eyes, humming against her skin, hearing her soft moans that subconsciously escaped, "so fucking late."

I bit onto her skin, and she squeaked, taking a step back while I stood to full height to pin her with dark eyes. She could see it—the promised hell in my eyes—and her heartbeats escalated. Oh, did she think she was going to escape it? Or did she think I was bluffing when I said she was mine to play with?

With backward steps, I moved into the room, giving her full access to the door and waiting patiently for her to walk into the long night awaiting her.

I saw her eyes contemplate her entrance while unaware that her time was ticking. If only she knew...

"Don't be afraid; I'm not going to hurt you." I hoarsely said, running my tongue over my canines with a glint of mischief while I took a long drag from my cigarette.

She fisted the sides of her gown, biting onto her lips as she scanned the room with worried eyes, and I watched her with my tongue grazing the insides of my right cheek.

I chuckled, shaking my head, swaying to the beats of the song playing, relishing the moment while I left to take her precious time because where was I running to?

I had the entire night ahead of me to do what I wanted to her and how I pleased, and the more time she wasted, the more I got creative with the torture I had planned.

I knew my behavior wasn't helping her make up her mind; I was too calm, and me subtly moving my body to the beats of the song heightened her anxiety.

"A-alpha?" She called out warily.

I looked at her, feeling the alcohol run through my system. The smoke was making my brain foggy, bringing to light the insanity that was about to claim her. Gradually, my lips lifted into a grin, with my canines elongating before retracting almost instantaneously.

She gasped, taking a step back while I took maniacal steps forward. She breathed heavily, trying to seek out her escape route, but she was a fool. If she honestly felt she'd be able to escape me, then she was even more stupid than I thought.

She immediately turned, about to make a run for the hills, but I was faster. In an instant, I was behind her, running a finger down her neck, making her shudder. She gasped when she opened her eyes, and I was in front of her with my eyes squinted.

Her ass pressed against my throbbing dick, and her breaths hitched. My hands trailed down her arms, making her close her eyes. I knew she could tell what was coming, but she feared that she wouldn't be able to handle it.

"Running, are we?"

"Alpha, please." She muttered.

I arched an amused brow at her, shaking my head lightly. I give her a good once-over before catching her hands and pulling her into the room. My patience had long expired.