Chapter 5

Darius

I groaned as his teeth clashed against my lip, breaking the skin and drawing blood. My entire body burned with an intensity I had never felt before, the way my nerves raged with desire that felt like it would consumed me whole.

I groaned, buckling into the pressure of his larger frame against mine, the friction hot enough to set the entire room ablaze, my wolf threatening to fight for dominance, but at the back of my head, something told me that I would lose, and it didn’t sound like a bad idea.

I melted into the kiss as his tongue ran along the raw skin, demanding for entrance, but I resisted, grinding my hardening member into his already brick-hard wood. He groaned nad grabbed my member, tugging it roughly. The spark the rushed toward my brain pried my mouth apart with a moan.

He used the opportunity to slip his fat tongue in, searching every crevice of my mouth like a diver, searching for gold. Our tongues danced like an unholy tango, the squelches of our saliva only aggravating the heat that was filling the entire room.

My lungs burned for air, begging to separate, but my body begged to remained glued to him, afraid that if I parted that I would die.

And my heart? It hurried in my chest, pounding furiously. This was a man that had sworn to make me his slave, he had promised to humiliate me, he had in fact done that already. But here I was, clinging to him like he was the last oasis in a desert with sweltering heat. It felt like the breath of fresh air after a long time being underwater.

I never felt this way with Luca…Luca, I tried to conjure images of him but his jagged nails running along my skin drove every other thought away.

“Off,” he finally managed a moan as he latched on to my neck, kissing fervently on a spot, sucking the vein there like he wanted to…my eyes shot wide and I drove my fist into his chest shoving him away from me. He staggered away, his eyes glazed with lust but sprinkled therein was anger and confusion.

“You can’t mark me,” I said, I didn’t even know if it was possible to mark an Alpha, but I didn’t want to find out. It was already embarrassing enough that he was my mate, but finding out that he was going to mark me? Goddess forbid that.

He stalked toward me, his eyes falling into slits and radiating the anger that coursed through his body, he bared his teeth, raking my entire frame. My skin tightened with goosebumps and a cold hand ran along my spine as I took steps back till I slammed against the door, there was nowhere else to run.

My breathing laboured as he got close enough for his body heat to scathe my skin. He grabbed my neck and dug his nails into my throat, squeezing my windpipe. The air seized from my lungs as he slowly pressed me further into the wall.

“The next time you do that, I will fucking end you.” He whispered into my ear, his hot breath fanning my face. Something about the way he said it and the proximity of his skin sent a rush of heat toward my cock. It throbbed in the entrapment of my pants, begging for release.

“Do you hear me?” He said again. I nodded, my head becoming light from the lack of oxygen flowing to my brain.

“Use your words.”

“Yes,” I croaked, my eyes teary.

He squeezed tighter, leaning in and nibbling on my skin. “Yes, what!?”

“Yes, master,” I whispered the words that I knew would cause me to shrivel in shame later on. He relaxed his grip and air rushed into my lungs with great effort. I crashed to the ground, heaving and gasping for air. I coughed, the sputter echoing in my ribs. I wiped the mirth from my eyes, when I felt his fingers cradle my jaw and yank my face toward him. At this level, my face was directly in front of his crotch, his zipper pulsing and almost bursting. He held my gaze, his eyes carried the message of what he wanted me to do.

Beads of sweat trickled down my spine as I fingers his zipper, my fingers suddenly shaky as I slid it down. His dick swung out, smacking my face with its thickness. The scent that oozed out of his sweaty pants caused my stomach to churn with intense hunger, he smelled…good. Fuck, better than good.

I felt an intense wave of shame wash over me the more I yearned to have him do things to me with his dick. I want him to manhandle me and bury his dick in me till all I could remember was his name.

“Suck,” he ordered and everything moved on its accord. I pried my mouth apart and swallowed his entire dick, locking eyes with him still. He glared at me, his eyes masked with a cesspool of lust. He groaned as I sank lower and his mushroom head grazed the back of my throat and slid down my esophagus.

I held back the gag reflex even though my eyes watered. He grabbed my hair, tugging at the strands firmly, my scalp aching with each pull.

He pulled out completely till my lips clasped his head and just a string of my saliva connected my lips to his aching dick and then he shoved it back in. The back of my throat pulsed with each hit, the tears slipped from my eyes as he assaulted my mouth.

I ran a finger along my tip and smeared the pre-cum from my dick on the rest of my shaft, making it slick enough to tug and jerk it.

He grunted heavily, his breathing changing and his thrust becoming more sporadic and less precise. He pushed further till his pubes tickled my nose and released. His hot liquid slid down my throat and the sudden intrusion caused me to cough and gag, aching to recoil but he held me still.

He shoved me and wiped his dick with his hand and stuffed it back into his pants, my dick stood proud and aching for attention.

“Won’t you do me?” I asked softly. Her raked my frame and sneered.

“You are only here to please me, and nothing else. Now, get the fuck out.”