Chapter 12

Sybil’s POV

My skin turned clammy under his question and my throat dried, I craned my neck in the direction of his voice.

“Umm, I’m s-sorry.” I stammered out an apology but I might as well been talking to myself as he didn’t reply.

After another minute of daunting silence that seemed to strangle the breath from inside me, I heard, “Come here.”

The command irritated my wolf and she dug her heels in to hold me back, however, I pushed past her anger and walked towards the curtain, where I was sure his voice had come from.

My fingers itched by my side with trepidation, a moment of hesitation before I took hold of the white fabric and pushed it open.

Walking in, I froze mid-step, heart beating right out of my chest as my gaze locked on the rogue alpha, naked and hard inside the bathtub. Completely unbothered.

Fuck.

The sight alone sent a rush of heat spiraling through me, pooling low in my abdomen. I forced my saliva down my throat and gave a shaky bow.

“You asked for me, alpha.” My neck didn’t go all the way down and heat had replaced the chilling fingers of cold momentarily in my spine.

My lips went dry from awkward tension as he commanded, “Eyes on me.”

I snapped my head up, fighting with my morals to maintain eye contact with him even though every cell in my body screamed for me to look down, to see the wonderful tip of his cock, the veins, the pulsing, the white precum on the cap.

“Get in.” He ordered and I moved like a machine with no mind of itself. I threw my leg into the large bathtub, big enough for three people.

The water was icy cold, chilling enough to freeze one to death, but he lay inside like it was the warmest bath he’d had. Hard still. He watched me with those dead eyes of his as I completely settled myself in, the water soaking my dress.

Still watching me, his large hand came up from beneath the water and he wrapped it around his cock. I swallowed as my eyes unprecedentedly travelled down the trail of his hard chest all the way to how his fingers fisted his cock, he squeezed himself and growled, “suck.”

I breathed out a sigh of relief.

Somehow the temperature of the water dropped to room temperature, I moved closer, a pleased hum escaped me my finger replaced his around his dick. I let my hand trail his, before he completely let go.

He shot me a glare, sensing what I did.

“This is not love making little whore, suck.”

Your wish is my command.

I smiled as I took him into my depraved and hungry mouth. The length of his cock was growing in girth inside me. A low hum reverberated from his chest as I began to move, getting my mouth used to him and his size.

I remembered how the alpha daughter had been slithering down his body and curiosity instead of anger stemmed inside of me.

Did she not satisfy him well?

With that, I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock and gave it a golden lick, from base to tip, following the angry veins lining his cock.

Giving him another lick, I lifted my head, slightly to see him, to see how his eyes darkened and flashed with light even with the pool, to see how his lips fell apart as he struggled to hold back his moans.

The sight was like seeing a god beg, it was euphoric and I felt wetness trailing down my leg. Fuck, I wanted him to touch me.

He gripped my hair when I took him back into my mouth and moaned, “damn, such a good slut.”

My centre tightened and licked more juice.

I licked him with more passion, saliva dripping from my mouth, my eyes widened to the point of tearing. I didn’t stop, I bopped my head, then reached down with fire blazing in my chest and squeezed his balls that were tight and drawn.

“Fuck!” He growled, the sound broken and shocked. I rubbed my legs together, as I released him with a pop. Then I took him back into my mouth, deeper. He grew harder and his balls grew even heavier. It's how I knew he was about to come.

But suddenly he pulled away with my hair in his hand and slammed me back into the tub. Fear shot down my spine as he pinned me down, I scrambled to stand up when he shoved me right back in place.

“Stay,” he growled and against the survival instinct in me I relaxed.

He took my legs and splayed them open. My center was bored open to him. With one last glance at me, he dropped his head between my legs.

“Hmm.” I grabbed the side of the tub to hold myself, I didn't know what I expected, but it wasn’t the soft gentle stroke of his tongue, like he was tasting me.

He gave another flick and grunted, then he used his tongue to give me an angry lick up to my clitoris. My stomach curled in knots and my hand slipped from the tub. I wanted to grab his head, but I froze mid-air and moaned, sinking back and giving him more access.

“More, more.”

“A natural slut,” he chuckled between me and I would have passed out if I wasn’t already dead in the head.

Did I say that out loud?

His stroke turned angry, ravaging like an animal till the heat building up in his abdomen exploded on his face.

“Shit! I’m sorry.” I was standing up when he pushed me back down as if to say, Stay. I leaned back as he licked me clean of my come.

When he was done, he stepped out of the tub, water dripping down his chest, his cock still half hard and said, “Wash up.”

He disappeared through a door and I sat up, my clothes wet. Shit! I grabbed my hair and gave it a harsh tug when the sound of the door opening caused me to lift my head.

“My lo—“ The alpha's daughter stopped by the curtain, face mortified, with eyes hard. She spun around with the speed of lightning and left the room.

A sigh escaped me as I yanked my hair some more. What the hell is wrong with me! I almost yelled, feeling disgusted at myself.

Why was I always sucked back into his orbit? The sound of a door opening caused me to look up. He came back with a robe on and stared at me, or glared.

With him, it was hard to tell the difference.

“I asked you to wash up.”

I didn’t because I couldn’t use his sponge, besides I didn’t have anything to change into and my clothes were drenched.

Not wanting to anger him, I took hold of my dress and lifted it over my head. I set it on the tiled floor and began to bathe when I caught him staring at my breast.

My nipples hardened under his gaze and my wolf reprimanded. Self-control, woman!

I turned around and used water with soap to bathe. After some minutes I stepped out to him offering me a robe. I took it, looking anywhere but at him.

A low pleasing sound caused my head to snap up in his direction. His face was stoic as usual, but I saw a faint line akin to a smile, very faint, the faintest.

Walking to the bathroom, I picked up my wet clothes, was on my way to get out of his room before he would order it.

But then he said, “Stay, I’m not done with you.”