2: Alpha Dragon Blackblood

The next thing I knew, I was already in his estate, to his bedroom to be exact!

It was massive, draped in black velvet and dark mahogany, with a bed large enough to fit five people.

The heavy iron door had locked behind me hours ago with a sickening click.

I was backed into the furthest corner of the room, my knees pulled to my chest, trembling so violently my teeth chattered.

I knew what happened to the women brought to the Blackblood estate.

The rumor mill of the mortal district called it the King's Graveyard.

They were devoured by his madness, broken by his toxic, insatiable wolf.

The lock turned.

I choked on a sob as the heavy door swung open. Dragon stepped inside, having shed his suit jacket.

He wore only a black dress shirt, the top three buttons undone, revealing a chest heavily scarred by decades of mafia and werewolf’s wars.

The brief moment of shock I had seen in his eyes a while ago was gone.

The beast was back.

His amber eyes were blown wide, feral and hungry, fixated on me with a terrifying intensity.

He locked the door behind him.

“Please,” I begged, pressing myself completely flat against the cold wall. “Please don't hurt me. I'm just a normal girl—”

He was across the room before I could finish my sentence.

His speed was unnatural.

His massive hands pinned my wrists above my head against the wall, his massive body pressing flush against mine, trapping me completely.

“Mine,” he snarled, a completely inhuman sound.

His mouth crashed down on mine in a violent claiming. It was rough, punishing, and tasted of dark wine and absolute dominance.

I cried out against his lips, terrified by his overwhelming strength. He backed me against the wall, his massive body trapping me completely.

“P-Please...” I whispered, trembling as he pulled back just enough to look at me. “Don't...”

“You are mine now,” he whispered fiercely, his hot breath fanning my neck.

He didn't give me another second to plead.

He lifted me effortlessly and tossed me onto the center of the massive, velvet-draped bed.

I scrambled backward, but he caught my ankles, dragging me back under his massive frame.

He didn't bother undressing me gently.

He grabbed the collar of my cheap blouse, and with one effortless, brutal tug, the fabric ripped straight down the middle.

Buttons popped and scattered across the dark mahogany floor.

The cold air of the bedroom hit my bare skin, making me violently shiver, but it was immediately replaced by the burning, calloused heat of his massive hands.

“No, wait—” I gasped.

He ignored me, his amber eyes glowing with a feral, starving light.

He tore away my skirt and undergarments just as ruthlessly, leaving me completely naked and entirely exposed beneath his towering, heavily scarred body.

He hadn't even taken off his black dress shirt, it was still hanging open, showcasing his heavily muscled chest.

He moved over me, his hips settling heavy and flush against mine.

I stopped breathing.

Even through his dark slacks, I could feel the terrifying, heavy ridge of his arousal pressing hot and rigid against my bare thigh.

His d*ck was a massive size!

It felt impossibly thick, completely unrelenting, and aggressively demanding.

A fresh wave of absolute panic washed over me. He was a massive fifty-year old Lycan, I was just a human girl.

I couldn't possibly take something that huge.

He was going to split me in half.

“P-please, please, you're too big,” I sobbed, pushing weakly against his chest. “Y-You're going to kill me.”

“I will never hurt you, Luna,” he growled hoarsely, his eyes completely consumed by madness. “But I need to be inside you. Now.”

He quickly undid his belt, the sharp sound of the metal buckle echoing loudly in the silent room.

He shoved his slacks down just enough to free himself.

When the blistering heat of his bare, thick length finally brushed against my entrance, my entire body violently tensed.

It was a terrifying, intimidating pressure.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

I opened my tear-filled eyes, locking onto his swirling amber gaze.

Without breaking eye contact, Dragon thrust his hips forward.

“Ahhhh!” A ragged, desperate scream tore from my throat.

It was a brutal, agonizing stretch.

I arched my back off the mattress, my hands blindly grasping the velvet sheets as he pushed into me.

He was incredibly thick, filling me so completely that I felt a sharp, burning tear of pain.

He didn't stop.

He grabbed my hips in a bruising grip, anchoring me down, and with one final, ruthless push, he buried himself to the absolute hilt.

The breath was completely knocked out of my lungs.

I was stretched to my absolute breaking point, painfully full, completely possessed.

He stopped moving, his jaw clenched tight, a thick vein pulsing on his neck as he let out a harsh, guttural groan, feeling my tight walls wrap around his massive size.

I lay there, tears streaming down my face, trembling violently around him.

But then, as his burning skin soaked into mine, the pain began to fracture.

A sharp, electric jolt of heat shot straight down to my core.

The heavy, intoxicating scent of his sandalwood and dark earth completely short-circuited my brain.

The terrifying fullness inside me slowly morphed into a deep, heavy throbbing.

My body betrayed me.

Instead of pushing him away, my hips involuntarily twitched, craving for more.

Feeling that tiny, desperate movement, he lost all control.

He pulled back and drove into me again with a punishing, relentless rhythm.

The friction was chaotic and overwhelming.

Every deep, possessive thrust sent shockwaves of dark, addictive pleasure through my spine.

Every time he pulled back, I felt an agonizing emptiness, and every time he slammed back inside, filling me completely, a shameless, breathy gasp left my lips.

“Fuck! Luna,” he chanted hoarsely, burying his face in the crook of my neck, his thrusts turning desperate and completely feral. "You’re fucking mine, Leonora. Only mine.”

Leonora?

“Fuck—ughhh!” I moaned loudly, digging my nails into his heavily scarred shoulders.

I lost my mind.

I was completely intoxicated by the monster, drowning in the heavy, wet sounds of our bodies colliding and the sheer, dominating weight of his arousal stretching me apart.

When I finally let go and fully submitted, arching my hips to take every violent inch of him, the atmosphere in the room completely shattered.

A long, broken cry escaped my lips as my entire body shuddered, my internal walls clenching fiercely around his length.

Dragon let out a devastating, animalistic roar.

He drove his hips forward one final, punishing time, his massive frame trembling violently above me as he spilled his hot release deep inside me.

As the heavy aftershocks wracked my body, I waited for the brutal, cold aftermath.

I waited for him to pull out, adjust his clothes, and coldly discard me.

Instead, Dragon collapsed fully against me.

The brutal grip he had on my hips loosened instantly.

He buried his face into my chest, right over my furiously beating heart, keeping himself buried deep inside me.

“Don't leave,” he choked out, his voice cracking.

I froze.

The ferocious Alpha King was suddenly breathing heavily against my bare skin, his voice completely broken.

Is this really the terrifying Alpha king? He seems to be so peaceful than what the rumors said.

But who is Leonora?