Page 19 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
But it’s short-lived.His hot breath washes over me, his hands gripping my hips and pulling me closer to him.“What are you—” I begin, but my words dissolve into a soft moan as his tongue swipes across my folds.His mouth explores me, his tongue circling my clit.A gasp escapes me, my body betraying my mind as my legs fall open further, giving him easier access.
I grip the edges of the table, my knuckles turning white.Each touch of his tongue sends waves of pleasure through me, pushing me toward the brink of climax.
“Don’t...Stop,” I whimper, but I’m not sure if he hears me or if my words are even true.
His fingers part my folds, his tongue dipping into me, the wetness of my desire slicking his way.His tongue dips into me, exploring me.It swirls around my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me, making me heady with desire.
He circles my clit, teasing me and bringing me closer to climax.My moans become louder as I grip the table harder for support.His fingers now join in, thrusting deeper into me with a steady rhythm, pushing me toward an inevitable release that is too far away.He thrusts his fingers into me, the sensationsalternating between pleasure and pain.
My breathing grows labored as my muscles tense with anticipation of my climax.But he doesn’t let me reach it, each stroke pushing me further but never allowing me release until I’m trembling beneath him in frustration.My hips lift, rocking against his mouth, until his hands grip my thighs.“Look at you, Emery,” Dion coos, his voice heavy with raw desire.“So eager for me, aren’t you?”
I can only whimper in response, my body taut and trembling under his sinfully skilled touch.I shake my head.He chuckles darkly, his breath fanning over my exposed core, and the sensation sends a jolt of need coursing through me.
“Your body betrays you, little mate,” he murmurs, his fingers teasing the sensitive folds of my sex.“It craves me, aches for my touch.You may not understand why, but you feel it, don’t you?”
“Dion...”My voice trembles, pleading, a mix of desperation and desire.
He grins, eyes glinting wickedly.“Yes, love?”
With a deep growl, he pulls back, leaving me gasping, bereft of his touch.He spreads me open with firm hands, his eyes drinking in every inch of my exposed, quivering body.
“The things I plan to do to you,” he murmurs, a sinful promise in his voice.
His fingers trail downward, pressing, teasing, exploring territories previously untouched.I moan, unable to stop myself, writhing under his gaze, humiliation warring with arousal as his thumb brushes over my back entrance.
“Do you feel this?”His hot breath tickles against my skin, making me twitch.
“Every hole is wet for me,” he growls.Heat floods my cheeks as he lowers his mouth to that sensitive area, his tongue tracing slow, provocative patterns.I gasp, my body thrumming with an unfamiliar, sadistic pleasure.
“When I fuck you,” he promises, his words like a dark spell in the sultry room.“I’m going to make you beg and plead, makeyou scream my name until it’s the only word you remember.”
His words are filthy and explicit, but they make me throb in anticipation, a whimper escaping my lips despite me trying my best to remain quiet.He doesn’t relent, the rhythm of his fingers unchanging, driving me to the edge but never allowing me to tumble over.
His lips capture my clit once again, suckling and teasing, his fingers diving deeper, stoking the fire within me to an unbearable pitch.My moans grow more desperate, more primal, my body instinctively grinding against his sinful mouth.
He pulls away just enough to speak, the rush of cool air against my slick flesh making me whimper.“You’re going to love the sweet torture, the way I’ll take you apart and put you back together.Again and again.”His eyes flicker.
“So beautifully responsive.Can you feel it?Can you feel how ready you are for me?”he whispers, the words vibrating against my overheated skin.
My answer is a low moan that gets swallowed by the room.He grins, pausing momentarily, and I watch in anticipation as he lowers his lips back to me.
“So beautiful, so ripe,” he murmurs.His words are drowned by the hot, silken stroke of his tongue against me, and I arch into the sensation, a breathless plea escaping my lips.
“Do you want me to make you cum??”he questions, his voice a dark, tantalizing promise.“Because believe me, sweetheart, I’d love nothing more than to watch you fall apart.”
The seductive growl of his words is all it takes to have me trembling beneath him, every nerve ending screaming for the release that is so agonizingly within reach.
I My body tightens, my breath hitches, and then, with one final flick of his tongue, I shatter into pieces.I cry out in pleasure as orgasm sweeps through my body like wildfire, consuming everything it touches until there’s nothing left but sheer bliss.
I lie there, my body spent and shaking, trying to regain control of my senses.I’ve never felt so exposed, so vulnerable.But most importantly, I feel ashamed of what he did.Shamebecause despite not wanting to, I enjoyed it and would let him do it again.
However, I lose all though the moment he sinks his teeth into me.The pain of his bite brings forth an intense surge of pleasure-pain, ripping through me from head to toe as he drinks deeply from me.As the sensations wash away and reality starts returning, I’m left feeling shaken.When he’s done, he runs his tongue over the wound and leans back.
“You can go to your room now.Tara will escort you,” he tells me, and I widen my eyes in horror.Twisting, I turn to see we have an audience.The girl sitting across from us at dinner stands awkwardly by the door.
I hastily shove my skirt down.“I’m not your plaything, Dion,” I snap, my eyes blazing.His response is swift and chilling.In one fluid motion, Dion turns to me and pins me to the table, my shocked gaze meeting Tara’s, who stands frozen by the door.His hand snakes under my skirt, his fingers delving between my folds.My breath hitches, a moan ripping from my throat despite my attempts to stifle it.
A dark chuckle escapes Dion’s lips as he leans in, his voice a cold whisper below my ear.“Your body is merely an instrument for my pleasure, love.You can squirm, struggle, even deny it, but it sings for me nonetheless.”His fingers stroke me with a rhythm that sends waves of unwanted pleasure through me, between my legs so sensitive it makes me writhe, just as he said.
