The Alpha's Hunt Chapter 61

I had to control the surge of anxiety that rushed through me and pressed on my chest when he started undoing his pants.

Holy shit, he’s dropping them.

I closed my eyes and turned my head down.

“Look at me,” he ordered huskily.

I drew a sharp breath and looked up at him. He stood half-naked in front of me and grabbed the back of my head.

“Open your mouth,” 

But when I tried to do what he asked I was met with resistance.

“Trixy, what are you doing?”

“You can't do this, you can't let him win,”

“Yes, I can. I can let him win for tonight because tomorrow we’re out of here. I have a plan,” 

“It better be a damn good one,” she growled and lowered her head when she stepped back.

I parted my lips, opened my mouth and Darian guided my head.

He entered my mouth and held my head still while pressing on.

“Good girl,” 

I took him down my throat and he tangled his hand in my hair while he pushed in the last inches.

Fuck, I felt him, all of him down my throat. He pulled his hips back and pulled out before he thrusted back in and I put my hands on his legs to keep myself steady.

My eyebrows hunched together and I fought to keep my eyes locked on Darian’s.

His cheeks turned red and his breathing grew heavier with each thrust.

“If your mouth feels this good to fuck I can't wait to stretch out your pussy,”

He pushed my head down on his dick and pulled it back- and then he did it again but faster, harder, and rougher.

“Fuck,” he groaned and forced my head to hold still when he was down my throat, and only when I gaged around his shaft and couldn't breathe did he pull my head back by my hair. He let me catch a single breath before he entered me again and fisted my hair so rough it felt like he was pulling it out.

I barely had time to understand what happened when he lifted me in the air and I straddled his waist.

It wasn't until I hung from him with my arms around his neck that it dawned on me how close we were.

Our bodies were pressed against each other as he walked us over to the bed but instead of laying me down on my back, he put me down on my feet and walked over to the wall where his toys were hidden. 

I wiped my mouth and held my arms at my sides. 

Whatever he wanted tonight, he would get. I needed him happy, and content, thinking that he had won me over as his docile little puppet who tucked her tail between her legs and fell to her knees in front of his majesty.

Darian would think that he broke me, he made me scream and claimed my soul, now he’ll have my body and it’s the last thing he can take from me that is of value to him.

I watched the drawers and secret compartments open up and Darian went to a smaller wooden shelf with a gold handle.

He opened it up and took something out. When he walked over he watched me with a burning desire and I think part of me finally understood why girls like Abby and Nora were Bells.

It wasn't just about the sex and the money, it was the power of being wanted and desired because standing here I saw the desire in his eyes grow more for each moment he had to wait.

He stopped right before he reached me and looked me up and down.

“Take off the dress,” he held the toy in his closed hand. 

Without giving it much thought or allowing the stressing worry to overcome me I undid the dress and slid the straps off my shoulders before I let it fall to my feet. 

Darian came closer and he dragged his hand softly across my chest making my hair rise and goosebumps form across my skin. He grabbed my bra between his fingers and ripped it in half, the shreds were tossed aside and he took my nipples between his fingers and pulled before roughly grabbing my face in his hand and stepping closer.

I felt his hot breath fanning me and though I knew I should panic or scream I couldn’t, in a way this was right, it was how it was supposed to go for me. Meet a chosen mate, get marked, and then mate. 

We will mate, Darian will have me completely for this moment and I won't oppose him. My body answered to him because his mark was on me and his venom ran in my veins but after tonight I would run and I don't know how but I to make sure that this tradition of girls being given away as a price to the leaders of our world is abolished.

“Get on the bed and stand on all fours,” he whispered gravely against my lips.

“Yes, sir,” 

I walked over to the bed and got on all fours with my ass facing out and waited for Darian’s next move. Or his next order. 

At all times I told myself that it was just tonight and then it was over. It was just tonight and then I was free. 

A gasp left my lips and my chest was forced down against the bed when his fingers wrapped around my neck after I tried to back away instinctively.

He dragged something cold and wet over my folds and between my cheeks and pressed it against my ass. I gasped again, the cold metal felt almost burning as it played by my opening but my only thought was what the hell was he doing by my asshole?

Darian grabbed my hips roughly in his hands and I stayed down with my ass in the air.

“This will only feel uncomfortable for a moment,” 

the cold lube ran down my legs while he gently pressed the cone-shaped metal toy into my ass and I closed my eyes like that would make the pain ease up.

“Relax,” he said like it were so easy.

I felt the flat metal piece of the handle around my hole and Darian's hand came down hard on my ass, the sound hit against the walls and my whines were buried in the mattress. 

“Lay on your back,” he ordered.

I was slowly getting up on my knees but every movement made me uncomfortably aware of the toy he put inside me and it didn't hurt but it was a feeling that was constant.

Whatever Darian put inside me was sending out waves of pleasure when I moved and it made it hard to think about anything else. 

The sheets felt like cold caresses against my back and the sound of the chains rustled loud when Darian climbed over me. 

I looked up at him and for a moment didn't see the monster behind the mask, I saw the king who was both feared and loved by his people.

The man who once had a wife that everyone claimed he loved with passion and bleeding emotions.

Being Queen of Valeria was reserved for Ophelia, Darian's first and only love. From what I heard they had to have been fated mates to love each other as much as they had. 

Her death changed him into something of half man, half beast but with a torn heart and a broken soul.

We all had to fight certain parts of ourselves such as anger and the primitive desire for violence but lying here and looking up at him I realize now that he stopped fighting it. He became one with the pain and the anger and he became the monster that humans paint us up to be. 

Darian lifted my leg and positioned himself by my entrance.

He pushed in the tip of his cock, my head fell back and I pressed it down against the mattress- staring at the ceiling when he slowly stretched me.

“Eyes on me when I fuck you,” he ordered and entered me all the way while putting his hand on either side of my head.

“Darian,” I moaned and pressed on his chest when he went to fast but he grabbed my hands in one of his and pinned them over my head. 

“Take it, puppet. It’ll only get harder from here,” 

After a moment of fast thrusts, I felt my walls clenching around his cock and my core tightened, my eyes rolled back and just as I was about to cum and my screams were leaving my lips, Darian leaned down and swallowed them when his lips claimed mine in a heated kiss.

His tongue swept in between my lips and danced with mine in a shocking unison as he tasted every inch of me and his hands roamed down my arms, over my breast and he felt every crease and curve on my body.

“Ah fuck!” I screamed when he went deeper and harder, reaching parts I'd never reached myself and I was stretched to suit him perfectly.

“You and I are going to play rough tonight, and the first one to tap out loses,” 

“Looses what?” I asked in fear of hearing the answer.

Darian slowed down, he paused deep inside of me and I was panting breathlessly already.

“How about our privacy?” He said.

My quizzical brows must've given away my confusion so Darian elaborated on his twisted plan.

“If I tap out-“ he never will. “- I lose and will take another mate, make her my queen and you will be free,” 

My heart skipped a beat from the sheer excitement of hearing those words but I knew better than to hold my breath and hope. Darian wouldn't get tired, he wasn't the toy being played with, he was the one doing the playing.

“If you tap out and therefore lose, I will pass you around to my men like we do the Bells. You will be my personally shared whore, entertaining us at our meetings and giving Nora some time off. I think I would quite enjoy watching you get your pussy fucked rough-”

“Stop it,” I hissed breathlessly and looked down when the horrific images became too many to decipher as imaginary.

He pinched my chin and forced my head up. A dark chuckle rumbled from him and shook my writing body as I squirmed beneath him.

“Don’t worry, puppet, I much rather fuck you than her and I'm sure my men would agree,” he nuzzled his nose in my hair and tugged on my earlobe with his teeth.

“Game on,” he said and flipped me over.

Whatever you do, don't tap out. I told myself.

He grabbed my hips, his hand came down hard on my ass and he pulled out and thrust in hard and deep. I cried out and my moans filled the room. Something told me that Darian would do whatever he could to try and drive over the edge and make me tap out. He wanted me to lose. 

Game on indeed and as always I didn't know the rules and I had no idea what I was in for.