Moaning For Him.

Chapter 3.

His scent wrapped around my nostrils. Sharp and masculine.

My skin prickled, burning from just the sight of him. A soft exhale slipped past my lips.

Thank gracious. He was here. Alpha Lucein was here. The only man I ever truly want.

Marko jolted at the sight of him. He stood up, letting go of me immediately.

“Alpha,” he greeted with his head bowed, but Alpha Lucein didn't spare him a glance nor did he say a word. He just stood still, his cold eyes fixed on me.

My thighs clamped instinctively at the way his eyes bore into me, building the pressure deeper. The air kissed my skin, making it harder for me to breathe.

His eyes dragged across my body until they stopped at the very place I felt it burn.

My nipples twitched underneath my dress, turning razor sharp.

I suppressed a swallow, recognizing the look in his eyes immediately. I knew that look— it was not the protective look from fathers or guardians to their daughters. It was one born from jealousy and desire.

“Follow me,” he ordered, voice stern.

My lips parted, watching him walk off in something I could clearly call anger.

I spared the frightened Marko a nervous glance, before trailing behind the Alpha.

The moment we got to the hallway, his hand gripped my wrist, dragging me to goodness knows where.

Spontaneously, my body jerked, responding to his touch immediately. My nipples tightened even more, painfully hard and aching for the feel of his mouth. My core throbbed for anything, perhaps— for the feel of the very finger that was dragging me to either doom or salvation.

The door to my room opened and he tossed me inside, pushing me against the wall while towering over me.

The air in my lungs vanished as I struggled to look up at him.

Fuck! He was handsome! No! He was lethal and deadly in the most gorgeous way ever.

His breath was rough and heavy against my skin, eyes dark with something I could only call need.

“What do you think you are doing?” His voice was stern, razor-sharp, but his undertone held a bit of restraint, like he was trying to keep his desires.

Oh!!! My eyes searched around his face, the image of what his face would do underneath my thighs hitting me like a tidal wave.

The slickness between my thighs gathered, warm and humiliatingly uncontrollable.

In his eyes, I caught it. The struggle to not take in my scent. The struggle to resist my heat.

“Alpha—” my word trailed off as he grabbed my neck, pinning me to the wall, choking me in ways that made me desire his cock more.

“When I ask a question you fucking answer! What do you think you were doing, huh?”

My skin burned under his touch, his words falling into deaf ears.

My throat dried, skin crawling with need.

“Please…” I whimpered, finding it hard to control the fire that was burning beneath my skin.

His brows pulled together… perplexed, if I may say so.

My lips were parted and swollen—tender with need.

The pressure in my stomach built, increasing just by his presence. My stomach fluttered and tightened, my knees threatening to give way.

My hand moved to his chest, grazing his sculptured body through his T-shirt.

“Touch me—” I whimpered, losing it.

Silence prickled the air, and I watched his expression soften for only a second before he returned to normal.

“You are crazy!” he snapped, and my head immediately fell into a nod, desperate to be touched, fucked, used, or even ruined.

“Yes, yes I am… I am crazy… please…”

My toes curled, pussy dripping down my thighs. “Just touch me…”

A look of disgust flashed across his face, but it wasn't long until it vanished.

“Is this what you have turned into? So desperate you would do anything?”

I shook my head negatively, hating myself for being this helpless, for wanting only him. For being unable to control my heat.

“I—” my lips parted to say a word, but his grip on my neck tightened, his voice coming low and strained.

“Is this what you want? Being touched by anyone?”

I shook my head negatively, feeling the impact of his voice against my core.

His eyes blazed with hunger and possession as he moved a hand to my face, knuckles trailing down my cheeks.

“So you let him see this filthy body? All because you want to be touched, huh?”

My knees buckled from the touch and the slight realization that he was jealous.

I moved my hands to touch his chest again, desperate to have him, but he grabbed my two hands, pinning them to the wall, above my head.

A soft gasp escaped my lips, the action crashing into me like tidal waves.

“Who gave you the right to touch me, huh? You think your filthy little body can control me just because you are wet and dripping?”

My thighs clamped, trying to quench the heat burning between my thighs. I hate myself for wanting this. For wanting him, but I can’t stop, not when I am a fucking mess.

“Pathetic…” he mumbled, slowly trailing his fingers down my throat. “You can’t even breathe without clamping your thighs. You think I don’t see you?”

A low whimper tore past my lips, heat gathering, waves crashing into me as his fingers trailed lower, lower and lower until they stopped beside my nipples.

My back arched, nipples twitching forward to get a feel of his hand.

“Easy…” he cautioned, taking his finger away while smacking his tongue on his lower lip. “You don’t get to be so desperate, little wolf.”

My insides churned, his words burning me up like fire. Little wolf?

The word burned my throat like fire, so I suppressed a swallow.

His eyes remained fixed on mine, dark and hungry, as he trailed his hand lower and lower, letting me feel every graze of his fingers until they finally got to my thighs.

My legs parted against my will, and the breath in my throat stilled, my jaws clamping slightly. His finger crawled against my bare thighs, cold yet desiring eyes, locked against mine.

Slowly, his lips curled into a sly smile.

“What do you think about leaving you like this? Huh? Wet and desperate?”

My heart slammed against my chest, the thought that he could walk away frightened me more than being caught with my foster father.

“Please…” I trembled, humiliation and needs stabbing at me. I was dripping. If not an ocean.

The smile on his face vanished, and in that moment, his finger crawled up inch by fucking inch.

Anticipation curled around me like a fog, my heart pounding against my ear.

Then I felt it, the soft gentle flicker of his finger against my wet dripping pussy.

Sensation ran across my spine, and my body stiffened, heart skipping a beat.

“Fuck!!” I cursed lowly, back arching, lips parting while noticing the way his muscles tensed beneath his clothes.

His throat bubbled as he suppressed a swallow, his temple twitching with restraint.

“Is this how desperate you want me? Dripping over yourself like a dirty little bitch?”

My stomach tightened from the pleasure of his words and that of his hand.

Then he began, slowly—moving his finger against my clit, rubbing and circling it gently while holding onto my gaze.

My shoulders tensed, legs parting for him to rub me harder.

“Good girl!!” he moaned underneath his breath, the sound low and unbidden.

Sensation seethed through my veins, crashing into me.

His grip on my wrist tightened, pinning my hands against the wall like I was going to run if he stopped doing so.

His lips parted softly as he rubbed on my clit, stimulating a particular spot that had me arching into him.

His lips grazed my ear as he leaned in,

“This is what you want, huh? Me ruining you and walking away?”

My thighs clamped against his hand and—

“Open…” he commanded, spanking the top of my pussy.

Heat crawled against my skin.

“Yes…” I moaned, hating and loving how good this felt, all at once.

This is wrong. Yes. I know. Getting pleasured by my Alpha Daddy was wrong. But this was exactly what I have always wanted. To be touched. To be ruined. To be pleasured like Daddy’s dirty whore.

His breath kissed my skin again.

“Look at you. Unbothered about what would happen next. All you want is to be touched, to be ruined.”

A dull throbbing ache pulsed against my pussy, yearning for more than just his thumb.

My hips rocked forward, hoping he would take me harder, but he didn’t. He just kept rubbing on my clit, kissing my cheeks and licking softly on my ear like he didn’t just humiliate me with dirty talk.

My body was still pulsing, arching, and needing him when I felt his finger, thick and adroit, moving closer to my entrance.

My breath flustered, heart thumping wildly. Then I felt it—the slow movement of his finger sliding deep into my warm, tight pussy.

My lips parted further, eyes rolling backward.

“Look at me!” he commanded, thrusting his finger in slow, deliberate movement, making me feel every drag.

My knees bucked.

“Oh…” I cried, walls clamping against his finger.

“Spread your legs wider and let me fuck the filth out of you.”

My breath caught against my throat, legs parting while I trembled from his filthy command.

Then slowly, he began to move his thick manly finger in and out of my pussy, letting me feel every drag and every fuck.

My spine arched off the wall, toes curling, ears prickling, muscles tensing.

“Oh!!!! Fuck—Ummm…”

His eyes drank my expression in, finger rolling in and out of my wet dripping pussy in an average rhythm, the sound of my wetness filling the air.

“Can you feel it? Can you feel how nasty your pussy speaks for me? You’re such a slut. A dirty little needy slut.”

“Yes… oh…” my hands twisted beneath his grip, seeking freedom.

I wanted to touch him. To hold anything, but he was too strong, locking me in place and finger-fucking my pussy like he didn’t hate me some minutes back.

Sensation built slowly, gathering at the pit of my belly, then I felt it. The very familiar feeling of those waves I have only earned myself. The one I have yearned to get from him.

My eyes turned hazy, beads of sweat trickling against my temple.

My walls fluttered, clamping tightly against him.

My knees buckled. I was going to finally get an orgasm from him.

“I—” my eyes rolled, so hard I almost defied his order.

“I am going to cum…” I cried, the heat building fast against my spine while his finger kept thumping in and out of my pussy with deep, deliberate precision.