His threat

MILLIE-ROSE’S POV

I didn’t say yes to his question, but I didn’t say no either.

I probably wanted it as much as he did. That was the only logical explanation for the fact that I followed him from the damn club to a hotel I’d never seen before, with a man I barely knew, and yet somehow couldn’t resist.

The door clicked shut behind us, sealing the silence in.

My heart thudded, heavy and uneven, like it was trying to warn me. But if this was a mistake, then I was walking into it willingly barefoot, half-drunk on lust, and breathless from anticipation.

The room was dim, but not dark. Warm shadows danced across the walls from a single lamp near the bed, and yet I could already feel his heat closing in. I didn’t need to see his face to know he was watching me… devouring me with those sharp, alpha eyes.

“Alpha Braham.”

That name rolled off my tongue like a sin. Like a prayer wrapped in a warning.

He hadn’t touched me, not yet. But I was already wet. My body had betrayed me long before this moment. From the club floor, to his goddamn car, to now, every cell in me had been waiting for his hands. 

“You’re nervous.” His voice…low, dark, and rumbling…cut through the quiet like a blade.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to look up and meet his gaze. “You think?”

He smirked, not in amusement, but in hunger. “I can smell it. And I like it.”

I hated the way my spine tingled at those words. Hated the way my thighs pressed together like I could contain the ache—when it only grew stronger. Louder.

He took one step forward, and I instinctively stepped back until my spine met the cold wall. I shivered.

“You should tell me to stop,” he murmured, towering over me. “Now’s your only chance. Because if I touch you, Millie-Rose, I’m not stopping. I won’t know how.”

His fingers skimmed my cheek, down to my jaw. I gasped softly, unable to hide how badly I wanted more.

“Why me?” I breathed. I didn’t mean to ask it out loud, but the question had been burning on my tongue since the first moment I saw him.

His eyes darkened, like the shadows in the room had sunk into him. “Because no one has ever looked at me the way you did. Not in that club. Not anywhere.” He paused. “Like you weren’t afraid of me. But you should be.”

Should I? I had been afraid of him. From the moment I saw him at the hospital, something inside me had recoiled, an animal instinct that screamed danger.

Unless… he just chose not to see it. Or maybe he was blinded by something else. Something more primal.

He kissed me.

No warning. No teasing. No slow build.

Just heat and hunger and a mouth that claimed mine like it belonged there.

His lips crashed into mine, hot and rough, and I whimpered into the kiss as his body pressed fully against mine. Solid. Heavy. Alpha.

His mouth tasted like midnight…dark, intoxicating, wild. Like he’d been starving, and I was the only thing on the menu.

He growled when I kissed him back… really kissed him. Tongue, teeth, breathless moans. He lifted me like I weighed nothing, pinning me against the wall. My legs wrapped around his waist like instinct. Like destiny.

“I’ve never…” I began, breath catching in my throat.

He silenced me with a thumb against my lips, his gaze burning into mine. “I know.” His voice dropped to a growl. “I felt it. The second I touched you. Your body’s untouched. But not unloved. Not unclaimed.”

He peeled my blouse off slowly, with reverence…like he was unwrapping a treasure he didn’t believe he deserved. His mouth never stopped moving down my neck, across my collarbone, grazing the curve of my breasts.

He stared like I was some kind of masterpiece.

“Perfect,” he muttered, his hands cupping me gently, like he was afraid I might break. “Every goddamn inch of you.”

I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. I was floating.

Then his mouth closed around my nipple and I gasped…arched into him as a wave of heat burst through me. Wet pressure, then a flick of his tongue that made my spine curve and my hands grip his shoulders.

He moved to the other side, sucking harder, tugging just enough to send a pulse straight between my thighs.

I was soaked. I knew it. I could feel my panties clinging to my skin, wet and needy.

He carried me to the bed like I weighed nothing. Laid me down gently, then stared like I was something to worship.

When he pulled his shirt off, my breath caught.

Holy. Hell.

His body was carved from war. All muscle and dominance and power. There was a thin trail of hair leading from his chest down over hard abs to where…

I swallowed.

His voice brought me back. “Look at me, baby.” He hovered over me. “Tell me you want this. Say it, Millie.”

I hesitated…not because I didn’t want him. Gosh, I wanted him. But this was insane. I didn’t even know him. He wasn’t safe.

And yet... I’d never felt safer.

“I want you,” I whispered.

He growled low and thick, dragging his mouth over mine again. This time slower. Deeper. Like a man claiming what was already his.

He slipped his fingers into my panties and found my slick folds. His breath hitched.

“Fuck, you’re dripping for me.”

“Do something about it,” I whispered. I surprised even myself with how boldly the words came out.

That made him chuckle darkly. “You’ll regret saying that, sweetheart.”

One thick finger slid inside me… slowly, deeply. I cried out, arching into his hand.

“Easy,” he coaxed, voice low and calm. “You’re tight. Gonna stretch you real good before I take you.”

He curled his finger inside me and hit something that made me tremble. My body convulsed, legs jerking, mouth falling open in a helpless moan.

“There she is,” he said, full of praise. “Give it to me.”

I shattered with a cry, nails digging into his skin. But he wasn’t done. He moved down, mouth replacing fingers, after cleaning the finger with his tongue, he licked me open like I was made of honey. His tongue swirled around my clit, sucking and flicking and dragging me into another climax so fast it left me gasping.

“No…wait… I can’t…”

“Yes, you can,” he growled, holding my thighs wide open. “You’re mine tonight. Every scream. Every shake. Every fucking tear.”

I broke again. Harder. Louder. My body trembled beneath him, sweat slicking my skin.

When he climbed back over me, I was wrecked. But hungry.

His cock… thick, heavy, glistening at the tip…pressed against my entrance. He paused, brushing a finger along my cheek.

“Last chance, little star. If I start, I’m claiming you. Even if you don’t know what that means yet.”

“Claim me,” I whispered. 

Where the hell did that come from? But I meant it. Every stupid, dangerous word.

He pushed into me with one deep, punishing thrust.

We both cried out.

It hurt. Sharp and bright. But then… fullness. Stretching. Delicious pressure.

He cursed, pulling back and pushing in again. “So. Damn. Tight.”

I held onto him, meeting every thrust, my moans echoing his growls. We moved together like we’d done this before…in another life, in every life.

He tangled a hand in my hair, yanking gently. “Look at me. Eyes on me while I fuck you.”

It was the hardest thing I’d ever done. But I obeyed.

We didn’t look away.

Bodies slamming. Heat rising. My thighs wrapped around his hips, nails clawing into his back.

He rolled us suddenly, pulling me on top, helping me ride him until my thighs ached and my breath broke into gasps. His hands gripped my waist, then my ass, guiding me harder, deeper.

“You’re everything,” he groaned. “Mine. Only mine.”

He bent me over, one hand at the small of my back, pushing it down against the bed and raising my ass up, he slammed into me from behind. I cried out, legs shaking, eyes rolling.

This position…this…was wrecking me.

I came again, screaming into the sheets, his name tangled in my breath.

He followed…roaring, hips jerking as he spilled inside me. One final thrust. Then silence.

The room was filled with panting. Skin. Sweat. The thick scent of sex and something wilder.

I collapsed onto his chest, both of us still trembling.

And then he whispered, voice rough with something too raw to name…

“I’ve searched for you in every lifetime, Millie-Rose. And now that I’ve found you… I’ll burn the world before I ever let you go.”

That sounded so much like a promise

And yet… it terrified me like a threat.