Chapter 38: Tempted by the Alpha

“No, we can’t do this.” His sigh was heavy, just like the emotions dragging him into that dark pit.

I look at him with utter need and hunger. There was a storm swirling in those beautiful eyes. Eyes that I could stare for eternity. Eyes that…I wished would only look at me forever.

The moment he said those words, I was desperate to do everything just so he would touch me. I knew that he wanted to do it with me, so what’s stopping him? My pride got slashed because he’s always been like this. He always rejects me. He always stops himself when it comes to me wanting him.

“I’m sorry, but we can’t really do this, Cass…” he whispered in a controlled voice. I bark a sarcastic laughter. “Oh, really? I’ll go to your step-brother then and ask him to make love with me because you can’t!”

My rage filled the air, and I ended up saying those nasty words even though I didn’t mean to. I hurled myself away from the bed, my head still dizzy of the effect he had on me as I walked towards the door.

He has done it again. Zarion keeps on confusing me. I don’t know how his mind works and I couldn’t keep on pushing his buttons because it drains me anymore. “Fuck Brandon,” he whispered and slammed me back into the wall. Lifting me up slowly, Zarion grinded his dick between my legs. “Is that a request or a challenge?” A shuddering grin splits my face.

Zarion just flared his nose, inhaling through it.

“Yeah,” I shrugged, the subtle movement made his grip on me even tighter. “He’s my mate anyway and you are not. He can fuck and mark me while you can’t!” I panted as I locked my legs around his body. Seductive. I am seducing and tempting the Alpha in the best effort I could.

Zarion ripped open the remaining clothes on my body and yanked it down my arms. He dropped me to my feet, and I let my hair fall free as I pulled his shoulders on me.

He grabbed me and kissed me again.

I moaned into his mouth as he ripped open my flannel, sending buttons flying. Zarion pulled away, pausing just a moment to catch our breath. Then he dived into my neck, biting the skin there. And I just let him, like a flower opening gladly for a bee.

“You belong to me,” he growled against my neck. I let my head fall back.

“I'll never be yours.” Though my words are above a whisper, I could feel him grinning even with my eyes closed.

“Oh?” he arched a brow. “Why is that?”

“I belong to my mate.”

He let out a burst of laughter before nodding as he continued to touch me in places that had never been touched by anyone before.

“But you want me,” he cooed. Now I couldn't answer that.

It was true though. I want him despite him not being my mate. He pushed me back, and the bed wobbled as I landed on the mattress. He was holding my eyes when he unfastened his belt, ripped open the fly, and pushed the rest of my clothes down my legs and off my body.

I sucked in air faster and faster, my eyes widening and locked onto his gloriousness as it stood up rock-hard and ready, just as it had been since I felt it when we were dancing yesternight. I needed passion now.  It didn't matter if it was Zarion—my mate or not—or the anger in both of us as long as the feelings were strong enough to fill this emptiness.

“Do you want me to stop?" I blinked at his sudden question—irrelevant question. Zarion stepped up to the bed and looked down at me like a king. “Here is your chance, Cassidy. Ask me to stop, and I will.” When silence answered for me instead, my jaw tensing  and my eyes brewing angry, I shook my head side to side.

“Yeah, I knew you were all talk. Go ahead and stop then, pussy.” My lips broke into a smile. Zarion bent down and gripped the small back of my waist. I cried out to the wind, squeezing my eyes shut. But I knew it was just my pride talking. He came down on me slowly, and I could not help but groan at every inch of my skin hot against his. He lifted me up to my knee and nibbled my lips as he settled himself between my legs.

I could feel the wet warmth of my center, but my body started to shake when he positioned himself and started to push. He covered my mouth, and in his hands, I whimpered erotically. My moans vibrated under my lips.

I gasped as he slid inside me, my muscles suddenly tensing. Fuck, it hurts so much. He hurts so much. I never knew he was this big, this huge. My tears started rolling down my cheeks, painting my face with pleasure as this stranger started to pump his cock inside me with the rhythm that he wanted. He was ruthless as he sounded. Ruthless. Yet I loved it.

He didn't care about me as long as it satisfied him. My scream was cut off by his mouth as he threaded his fingers through the back of my hair, twisting my head, holding my mouth to his. I thrashed and jerked, elbowing him as I tried to curl away.

But he didn't let me go.

His mouth—strong and demanding—moved to my jaw, my cheek, and my ear. Sucking and biting. I growled, throwing my left hand over my body and slapping him softly. I felt cold anymore after he withdrew himself from my insides.

“Come on, kid. Do what you want with me,” he breathed in my ear. But I just let him lead. “You do what you want with me.” Before I could say more, he brought his legs up between mine, bending them at the knee and spreading my own. His hand slipped between my legs, and I cried out, suddenly afraid, but he stopped and just rested there. Unmoving as he held me in his palm.

“W-What if…” I shuddered, his lips lingered on my cheek, breathing hard and hot. “Just imagine me as your mate.”

“N-No.”

“You are the Luna of your pack, and I am the Alpha. I’m supposed to do this with you. Gentle. Caring—” Zarion paused for emphasis and I watched that smile, that grin, give more color to his face. “Loving.”

My entire body stilled, frozen. Stars erupting before my eyes. Tears blurring my vision as he whispered to me. “You’re the woman who should be cherished, not being rejected by your mate.”

I closed my eyes as exhaustion seized my insides. Inhaling, I relaxed into him, unable to find the will to fight. I wish you were my mate.

I opened my eyes, heat warmed my cheeks as I met his dark gaze an inch from mine. His fingers relaxed onto my hair while I stared into his dark pools, my mind too foggy to think.

“Hold my eyes,” he said softly. His eyes were so green and bright and full of passion. “Just keep looking at me.”

And so I did.

I just dived and surrendered and fell. In that order.

His hand between my legs started to move, rubbing back and forth so gentle and slow. “I don’t fucking care about the mate bond thing. It doesn’t matter to me. You were born to meet me,” he breathed, words sinking deep in my bones. “To take care of me. There’s no one but you and me. We’re invisible. We don’t exist in their world. Just  you… and me.”

I nodded weakly, but my eyelids began to droop with the sensation of his caresses.

Oh God. Oh. God.

“Keep your eyes on me, baby.” I blinked several times with the way he commanded me, refocusing as his hand drifted up, running over my stomach. His touch sent shivers down my arms, and I moaned.

I moaned, willing my sanity to hold his eyes as his hand came to my breasts. He cupped them, kneading so softly. Taunting me.

Until his lips devoured them…and I moaned even more.