The Alpha's Hunt Chapter 42

I kicked and screamed, my voice was louder than it had ever been and filled the halls of the palace with an echo that would wake the dead but not one sound left my lips.

My palms burned from my nails digging into my skin and I jabbed the air aiming for his sculpted face. He watched me. I watched him. And my hands were completely still on the bed, my legs parted for him to step between and every ounce of fight that happened in my head was not acted out by my body no matter how hard I tried or how loudly I begged. 

It wasn't I who controlled my body at that moment, it was him, and he knew it. 

The mattress dipped under his weight as he walked up and set a knee down on the bed. He grabbed my ankles and spread my legs further apart before he stepped between them as though there was where he belonged. He caressed my thighs, and as he was edging further up he was invoking a sensation I hadn't experienced before, it was like my body knew him and it answered to his touch. He took his time and made sure to trace a path over my skin and take in everything that was so undeniably his.

I was starting to think that the gods were on holiday or maybe they just didn't give two shits about me. Because why in this world of injustice would you give such power to someone unfit to wield it? Darian was no king, no leader, all he was- was a Lycan with a thirst for power and revenge and that’s why I was here. I was here so that he could live out his deranged, vengeful fantasies, to watch a werewolf squirm under his mercy knowing full well there was nothing I could do about it.

His hands trailed paths over my body like he was writing a map that only he could read. 

My waist seemed to be where he drew the x- that’s where he returned to after exploring the parts that had ever only been touched by me. 

I fixated on staying calm when his hands trailed south down my front, I was prepared for an accelerated heart rate and to panic but I was as calm as ever and watched as his head came down and he kissed my inner thigh.

“Tell me how this feels,” he whispered huskily.

He dragged his finger over my panties and put pressure on my clit while his lips kissed around it. I felt my eyes rolling back and my cheeks flush with heat. He looked up, a brimming lust swirled in his eyes and he pulled my panties to the side and gently inserted a finger- all the way and I felt it stretching me out. I never played with myself, we were taught that it was distasteful to give into pleasure with anyone other than our mate, even alone. 

But this feeling that he invoked when he moved his finger in and out, and his tongue flicked against my clit- it was sensational, and my mind went blank as it was drowned by the feeling of pleasure. 

“How does it feel?” 

I couldn't help the moan that left my lips and my hips moved on the bed. 

“It feels…” Don’t say it, Hazel. Don't give him the satisfaction.

“It…” Don't say it.

“You like it. The way that your walls clench around my finger. The wave of heat that floods you with just enough time in-between to make you beg for another. You don't want to like it, but you do, and you can't help it. Your body answers to me, puppet,”

He lifted his head but continued to move his finger.

“Mmh, I can smell him on you,” 

I froze, if it hadn't been for him ordering me to relax, he would've felt my body stiffen beneath him. I gently put my head down on the pillow and stared up at the ceiling. Darian could smell that man from MarryBell on me, the one who tried to take me against my will. 

Something sharp was puncturing the first layer of skin on my inner thigh and I gasped when the pain flooded my senses.

“Darian,” I quivered.

I lifted my head to look at him and saw his sharp fangs extended. 

“Darian please,” I trembled.

He lifted his head, and we locked eyes long enough for me to see the unhinged rage in his before he widened his jaw- I gasped and he waited long enough for the fear the spread through me before he penetrated my flesh and locked his jaw on my thigh while his finger remained inside of me.

I cried out, a sound I didn't know I could make but there it was, filling the room and vibrating through me when the pain spread like wildfire through my leg and up my core. 

The air in my lungs ran out and I clenched my jaw and squeezed my eyes shut as the cries continued to wail out.

Darian opened his jaw and pulled his fangs out, he licked the wound shut while still moving his finger in and out of me. 

The last of my tears rolled down my face and lifted my head to look at the wound. He had made a new mark on my inner thigh, a copy of the one on my neck, he branded me twice.

I looked at him- he raised his head, took out his finger, and rubbed it between my folds as he rose and leaned over me- my blood stained his fangs and a drop fell on my chest. He placed his hands on either side of my head and lowered his face to my neck as his fangs scraped over my mark.

His hands slid over my arms and he grabbed my wrists, lifting them off the bed one at a time. 

He stretched to the side and reached for something that I couldn't see but in the next moment, I felt my wrist being strapped into the padded Velcro.

“Shh, relax,” 

“Trixy, I'm scared,”

“He won’t kill us, not yet,” 

“That helped a lot, thanks.” The sarcasm dripped in my tone and she rolled her head. I pulled my arms trying to get free but Trixy whimpered in my mind as she stepped back.

“There’s no use, everything you do only happens in your head. Your body is listening to his orders, not to yours,” 

“Darian, what are you doing?” He didn't answer me.

“Please don’t,” I begged

He strapped me in and dragged his hands down my arms and my body, following every crease and curve while he stepped back, he worked his way to my ankles and pulled me down.

The cold metal burned my skin when the cuffs clamped shut and my legs were forced further apart. 

He stepped back and stood by the foot of the bed with his eyes burning patches into my skin where they trailed down my exposed body.

“Close your legs,” 

Thank God, I thought. 

I pulled to shut my legs and hide from his gaze. I heard the chains whip in the air and scramble against each other. My legs cramped, I tensed every part of my body and circled the rope hanging from the crown around my hands as I pulled myself up and gave it everything I had.

With sweat cooling my skin and my legs shaking on the bed I realized that nothing had happened. The chains didn't budge, the rope tied to the velcro was intact and I was still spread out under him. 

“Good,” he said and placed his hands on the crown of the bed while he leaned in. His fingers closed around the wood and the bed creaked from his weight falling on it. “Now do as you wish,” he said.