Chapter four

4

DIRTY LITTLE SLUT

LIORA

The walls of my pussy clamped against his fingers

"I'm... "

I felt a sensation in the belly of my stomach and it was rushing fast. My whole breathing kicked up a notch for what was about to happen to me. My eyes rolled in my head as the pleasure tried to take over me.

"I'm going to cum..."

KADE

She was going to cum?

My little wolf was going to cum? No, I couldn't let that happen. Because if I did let her come on my fingers, then there would be no going back. I wasn't going to have any piece of mind until I had her underneath me, writhing as I fucked the life out of her pussy, like the slut that she wanted to be.

Because my dick was as hard as iron, and straining so hard against my trousers.

She wasn't supposed to come just yet. I wanted to mess with her pussy, wanted to drive her to the point where she'd almost go crazy, but I didn't want her to taste the height of what my pleasure could bring to her.

So I pulled out my fingers from inside her pussy, in a way that I knew she'd be frustrated.

"What?" she mouthed.

"Clean yourself up," I said in a very strained voice. "This never happened."

When I risked a glance at her face, the look that graced it was one of utter disappointment. My heart clenched but before I could change my mind, I turned and left her room.

I got to my room, slammed the door behind me, locked it, and located the nearest whiskey. I needed to calm my nerves, because inside me, it wasn't what I wanted.

What I wanted should be a scene where I had Liora facing the wall, with her ass facing me and my dick in her wet pussy, slamming the senses out of her head until she couldn't breathe no more.

I wanted her so badly that my hands shattered the first whiskey bottle that I grabbed. They were supposed to be grabbing her ass while I fucked her into submission.

I located another bottle from a mini bar, opened it, and drank from it directly. I didn't want a cup, I might break that glass.

The drink burned through my insides and some pinch of calm returned to me. I wanted calm at a faster rate so I kept swallowing. One bottle of whiskey turned into five and I just could not stop myself.

A lot of thoughts poured into my head. I would kill any man who tried to touch her. And I was very serious about it. I had seen Jared, with his hands on her, and it only took me much restraint not to tear him apart.

Because I was very sure that it would be so difficult to stop myself from wanting her. Liora's scent was still on my fingers. I brought them to my nose and inhaled with relish.

***

The days flew by, and they were slow. In fact, they dragged their feet as if there was something ahead that they didn't want to arrive at.

It had been a week since I saw her. Since I had left her room. And even as I sat at my dining table to eat, I wondered if she was eating as well, wherever she was. I held myself from approaching her room to ask if she had been eating because I didn't want another wave of desire to overwhelm us.

The meal in front of me was the usual. Grilled bacon and scrambled eggs with herbs. I picked up my cutlery and dug in.

I kept eating until I noticed that something was wrong with the food. It tasted different. I knew this because it was my usual breakfast so if there was a certain taste that shouldn't be there, then I'd notice it in an instant.

It wasn't long before that strange tang started to take effect on me. My inner wolf stirred, and I sniffed the air as if there was a prey nearby.

"Who prepared this?" I wanted to know.

A maid stepped forward with the answer. "Chef Naro, my lord."

What the hell had the chef put in my food?

I wanted to think about it but a series of events took control of me. My blood began to burn inside of me. Started right from my heart and flowed all through the rest of my body.

What the hell was happening to me? Why was I burning up?

My claws pulled out from my fingers and I couldn't even make a fist. Then the heat inside of me rushed down to my dick and I went hard all at once. A strong scent came to my nose, tugging at the recesses of my brain. I knew that I had to get out of there.

My chair scraped back loudly. "Leave!" I growled , and they all scampered away.

My vision blurred as made my way out of the dining hall. The scent only grew stronger as I headed straight for the kitchen. But this was not normal. This was far from normal. Why the hell was my whole body and my inner wolf following the scent as if they had been tethered to a tight rope?

I entered the kitchen and stopped.

She stood at the counter, her back to her, curvy tantalizing figure challenging me, and her hair flowing backwards, driving me crazy.

She wore revealing clothes and I wanted to rush her and bend her against that counter and punish her pussy with the strength of my pelvic power.

She had a finger in her mouth and was licking it. My dick throbbed, wanting to be in her mouth instead. Then the scent that had been tugging at me showed itself one last time, the same one I had gotten from my meal, and it dawned on me that it was her.

She had done that to my food.

I stomped towards her with rage. Her eyes turned to regard me and said, "Alpha," just before I wrapped a hand around her neck and pinned her against the wall.

For the third time.

"What have you done? You poisoned my food just so I would want to fuck you?"

Her mouth opened as if she wanted to explain herself, and I just could not get that thought of fitting my dick inside her mouth and fucking her until she saw stars.

Yeah, I could do that. I only needed to say the words.