Todos los capítulos de On The Alphas' Bed: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Chapter 11Amber WhyteI almost collapsed. My knee buckled. My breath seized. I couldn't fucking breathe. Everything in me was shutting down. And it was because of him. Elion. I swore I gripped the handle of the knob tightly for support. Yet, my fingers were fucking slipping. Fucking moist from sweating. Fucking trembling so hard that it couldn't hold on to the supplies. They were scattered across the floor, creating a mess. The room grew unbearably hot, so hot I started to suffocate. My thighs pressed against each other to confirm my doubt and in that moment, I gasped in shock. He fucking knew. He knew I was wet for him. He knew my body craved him. Only he could do this to me– make me yearn for him like a drug. Make me wet without being touched. Without being fucked. But then…the shocking reality hit me. I was bare. What the fuck was I thinking, hurrying into his lair without pants and a bra? All it took was one rip for this cloth to come off like pieces of paper, re

Chapter 13Amber Whyte.I swear I came right then. Right there. In the darkness. On the floor. On my fucking feet. Whimpering like a little bitch in heat. Shuddering like an electric surge ran down my spine. Without being fucked. Without being touched. Without being fingered. Just his words. Raw. Spicy. Hot. Alpha. Tempting. And I would cum again. And again. And again…until there was no fluid left in me. Until my body collapsed from exploding too much. Until my throat burned from moaning Daddy. A dark smile etched on my face. And my heart nearly exploded from excitement. I didn't know what I was grateful for. Sleep-walking into the forbidden zone? Breaking Elion's rules? About to be fucked senseless by him? Who said dreams don't come true? At that moment, I didn't care if I ended up there by mistake. All I craved was for him to do bad things to me. Terrible things. That I would live to remember for the rest of my fucking life. I wanted to hate him. Because I hated how h

Chapter 15Amber Whyte. My eyes were glued to the manual that stretched between my hands. Gripping it tightly with my fist like my life depended on it.I spent the next 2 hours carefully digesting the instructions in the manual. The wording crammed into my memory. My breath grew erratic, like I was about to be possessed. My eyes flung wide open, devouring every page until there was nothing left. My fingers shook slightly and I swallowed the lump in my throat the moment my gaze rested on the vibrator resting quietly on my dresser. I took measured steps, grabbed it, and ran my fingers through the smoothness. It was red. Portable. Perfect. My eyes darted to the instructions once more. Every word sank into my memory. I pressed a button.It roared to life. Permeated the silence with a low hum. The buzz got higher with each speed button. So that's how it works? Perfect. My face twisted in a dark smile. My chest raced in ecstasy. In anxiety. I swallowed nervously as my fingers

Chapter 17Elion Moore. “Murderer!” “Kill him!”“Hang his head on a spike!” “Skin him alive!” The voices in my head grew wild. Angry. Thirsty for my blood. Hungry for my flesh. For my life. I woke up with a start. Drenched from my sweat. My mouth opened as I was panting hard and fast. My heart pounded like it was about to rip out of my fucking ribs.Every breath I took was heavy. Painful. Like a reminder. Of my ugly past. It was crystal clear. Replaying in my head nonstop like a fucking loop. I wanted it to stop. It was driving me insane. But it replayed louder. Angrier. Like it was haunting me. Tormenting me. Because of my sins..My head was about to explode. My body twitched nonstop. The curse. It was unraveling within me. Eating up my sanity. Exposing my monstrosity.My fist curled tightly. Blood trickled down my wrist. I punched the wall. Hard. Powerful. But it won't stop. The screams. The pleas. The wild cries. The angry chants. The stream of blood.The bat

Chapter 19Amber Whyte.“Look at you.” He closed in. Dangerously. Slowly. Like a fucking god. Because he is one. I felt him everywhere. I knew he was close. Dangerously close. The air shifted. It was deadly. Raw. Lethal. Heat radiated off his body. Curled up my spine. His scent assaulted my nose. A burst of tingles gushed down my chest. He was close.I fucking knew. I froze. His chest brushed against my back. Once. My stomach fluttered with butterflies. But I didn't turn to look.I couldn't. “You've already made a mess just by hearing my voice.” His large hands rested on my small waist, grabbing them. I whimpered. My head dropped on his chest. My teeth sank into my lips when he pressed my ass against his erection. It was huge. Tough. Thick. Chunk of massive flesh. Hard enough to cut a rock. Nudging against my folds. My panties were practically useless. Soaked with my cum. Slick against my swollen folds. “What excuse brought you to my den once again, little do