The Alpha's Hunt Chapter 43

One beat. Two beats. Three beats. 

I heard my heart beating in my ears, quieting all other sounds- not that there were many. Like a horse race I saw on TV once, the humans loved those, I remember them in the stalls before the doors opened, the signal broke out and the horses took off running like their lives depended on it. 

That eruption of speed and sound and the way that the people in the stands stood up and cheered on their favorites. It was a deafening sound, it made your heart pound against your chest and then when I saw the faces of the people who won, they were euphoric.

My heart was the steps of a horse running on the track, Darian was the observer in the stands, having betted money and waiting to see his favorite horse run over the finish line.

My fingers clutched and my legs started to tremble like Bambi on ice while I pulled with all my might to get out of the velcro wristbands and the chains around my feet. 

I may not be a Lycan but I was strong for a werewolf and there was no way that a little velcro could keep me tied down…at least so I thought. He must've done something to them because no matter how hard I pulled it felt like my arms were coming off and the bands were cutting into my skin burning as they twisted deeper into my flesh.

Darian’s previous order telling me to relax now seemed like a gift that he ripped from my hands and panic filled every crevasse of my body.

My toes curled and my ankles flexed when I pulled my legs in. All it did was rock the chain and the scrambling sound pierced my ears. Trixy stepped up to the front and took over control, we pulled, whipped, kicked, and jabbed; She even tried to lift my body from the bed and use the weight to break free from the velcro straps or maybe just break the crown on the bed altogether.

“I can’t, there’s something wrong with these confinements,” Trixy panted.

“We can't get out?” 

Trixy waited for a beat and extended her claws. She attempted to claw at the ropes and cut through the wristband but not a single thread was cut loose. 

“No,” she said. Our claws retracted, our eyes turned back and Trixy stepped down from the front with a deflated sense of strength and power.

“It’s not your fault,” I comforted. I felt every ounce of angst that she did and it broke my heart to know that she didn't think she was enough.

“I can't protect us against him. It’s my job to protect us,”

“He’s strong- stronger than us both,” 

She didn't answer me after that. Trixy stepped back into a corner of my mind but her emotions pulsated through me as a constant reminder of the devastation she felt.

“What have you done?” I asked and looked at Darian still leaning on the bed.

“I didn’t want you to miss the show, puppet,” he said and pushed off. 

Someone unlocked the door and turned the handle. I held my breath waiting for the person to come in.

If I looked closely at my chest I could see the layers of the dress moving from my heart beating roughly against my ribcage.

My eyes turned dry from not blinking when I watched the door slide open and the guard lead Abby into the room. 

She wore a fluffy red robe and her hair fell in soft curls- held back from her face with two black pins.

“Lock the door when you leave,” Darian ordered the guard.

He bowed his head and backed out of the room with his hands behind his back until he reached the door. The guard gently closed the door, our eyes locked in the crack before it shut and the lock was turned into place. Darian waited in the center of the room and Abby put one leather stiletto in front of the other as she made her way over to him.

I couldn't look away. It was like a dance- a seductive one where he waited for her to come closer and she made him wait even longer. Every step she took was calculated and I could tell by that shadow of a grin on her lips that she enjoyed being in charge and having that control over someone's desire.

Maybe it didn't last long or maybe it rarely happened but she was surely taking advantage of it. 

Abby cast a soft gaze onto the bed and I felt the blood rushing to my face, heating my skin where the tears had left a cold dry trace. 

She scanned me for a second before she turned back to Darian.

“Be gentle with that one, she’s completely untouched,” Abby purred. 

When she was within his reach Darian shot his hand out and grabbed her face, pulled her in, and slammed his lips down on hers. He sucked in her lower lip between his teeth and bit down. 

“Not anymore she isn't.” He seethed against her mouth. Abby’s eyes flickered over my body and landed on the mark on my thigh.

Darian was at least a full head taller than Abby, even as she stood in heels he had to lean down to meet her lips. 

“Drop it.” He commanded against her lips. 

I had my answer now, she wasn't ever in charge, that’s why she took her time reaching him because in those few seconds it was her rules, she was in charge and he had to wait for her. 

But now that he had her she was his to control. Abby untied the robe, it fell off her shoulders and landed at her feet. She stood fully naked in front of him and her tinted cheeks rose to her eyes as she smiled. 

He gathered her hair in one hand and held it behind her head while he guided her down on her knees. She unattended his pants and pulled them down until they fell to his feet along with his boxers. 

I gulped and panted for a breath.

Abby smiled and licked his tip before closing her lips around it, taking half of it down her throat and he slowly pressed her head down the rest of his dick.

She bobbed her head and occasionally stopped when he was down her throat. Darian guided her head back and forth and held it down until he decided she was done. 

He pulled out of her mouth and she stood back up on her feet, wiped her mouth, and claimed her lips before he pushed her back against the raised up bar. She stood still as if she had done it before and knew what was about to happen- he walked over and bound her hands together above her head.

He stepped around her while she faced me- I tried to focus on something else but then the muffled sounds started to fill the room and I saw him standing behind her while he pushed a button and four drawers opened up as well as part of the wall which slid to the side revealing a hidden compartment behind. 

I was beginning to see why he called this his playroom…he just showed me his toys.

Whips, clasps, wands, gags and so much more. Everything in different shapes and sizes and some of those things looked like they would bring more pain than pleasure.

Abby looked calm when Darian reached around her head and covered her eyes with a silk eye mask.  He grabbed a leather strap with a ball in the middle and placed it in her mouth- tying it behind her head. 

When he was done he removed his shirt and I gulped and looked away when I realized that he was standing completely naked.

“Don’t look away, puppet, it’s disrespectful,” 

I whipped my head back and heard Gabe’s voice at the MarryBell house when he said those same words. 

“You will watch- all of it.”

He stood naked in front of me and grabbed something from one of the drawers. When he pushed the button on the device it sounded like a taser and I pressed myself back before the chains stopped me from going further.