Chapter 39: ³⁹: prey 18+

The kiss felt like an invasion, there was no softness in it, no tender affection only need - desperate and terrifying need. I gasped into him and he swallowed the sound, his fingers once again moving through my hair, fisting it holding me exactly where he wanted.

My hands which were hanging on my sides till now moved up reaching to touch him, to feel him. I clutched the fabric of his shirt, twisting, pulling him closer, reciprocating his intensity, kissing, sucking, wanting just like him.

He broke the kiss panting, his eyes now black, the hint of his wolf as he looked at my swollen lips, "Do you want to further Athena?" He asked as if wanting to reassure me that he wouldn’t force this on me.

I didn’t answer him, not by my words, I just held his slick hair in my fingers pulling him closer before giving him a peck and that was it.

As if I had given him the greatest testament he needed, with a guttural sound he grabbed me by my waist lifting me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around him, my body moving on its own as if this was something natural and right.

The senses in me blurred as he carried me towards the fridge slamming me to the cold harsh surface. The sudden cold against my exposed back was stinging but it was nothing compared to the heat of having him grinding against me.

He kept me pinned there with his hips, his one hand holding me while his other moved to pull the flimsy top off of me. His cold hands grazed against my stomach and I arched my back, making my bottom move more into him, a silent plea for more.

And he gets the message pulling the top off of me in a second discarding it on the floor without care, I gasped as the cold air rushed to touch my skin and before I could even think what was happening I heard a click, and the bra that had been holding my pebbled breasts from his gaze was thrown somewhere out of my view.

I saw his gaze drop to my chest, the look on his face turning feral, "fucking hell.." he growled, the word ripping from his throat.

I didn’t break my gaze from his face, feeling a sense of healing enter my soul seeing how he was looking at me like I was beautiful. Making me feel that I was not worthless like I had assumed myself to be, like I was called like by that person.

"You are perfect Athena Moonvel!" He breathed out before dipping his head not to kiss this time but to bite down on my sensitive skin, making me let out a crazy moan, a ragged broken sound that is half pain and half pleasure.

Unknowingly his words had killed the biggest insecurity in me, he thought I was perfect... me, Athena Roosevelt who was discarded and betrayed seemed perfect to him.

The feeling of being praised and the sting of his teeth sent a shockwave through my system, my brain was short -circuited leaving my body to run on nothing but instincts - pure and feral illicit instincts.

My body no longer felt mine, it was just a vessel for my uncontrollable urges, urges to devour and get devoured.

His free hand was feral, clutching my breast, the coolness from his hand was fleeting as his hot wet mouth closed over my nipple. He didn’t suck gently, he pulled hard using his teeth to scrape against my sensitive buds.

His torcher over then was making my aching heat clutch on air, I bucked against him, a senseless desperate grind seeking friction to clench my strange thirst, to seek relief, anything to quell the fire he was stroking inside me.

"Kael!" I gasp, his name like a prayer on my lips. My fingers tangled in his hair, holding him closer to me encouraging his rough assault on my sensitive peaks.

As if hearing his name from my lips made something thin him break, he left my nipple with a pop and looked at me with his darkened eyes, his chest heaving like a drowning man, "Say that again!" he demanded, his voice low and rough.

"Kael" I said again, lost in his dark intense eyes.

"Now tell me who I am?" he asked, his grip on my waist tightening, making me whimper in pain.

"Alpha Kael." I whimpered, wanting nothing more than having his lips around my nipples once again.

"No.." he growled, thrusting himself into me, the hard ridge of his cock pressing exactly where I wanted it to, the feel of his unclothed cock on my soaking-wet clothed pussy. " Who am I, to you?"

"My breeder,..ahh." I let out the words before I could stop them.

He let out a snarl as he shifted his grip. Both his hands were under my thighs now. In one powerful and effortless movement, he lifted me away from the fridge and strode towards his room in a flash.

Before I could register my surroundings, I was thrown onto a bed - his bed, soft silky sheets grazing my skin as I looked up, my eyes meeting his feral ones.

I saw him as he pulled off his shirt, the only cloth he had on, throwing it onto the floor. I gazed at him up and down, my eyes widening as I tried to gulp down the saliva forming in my mouth to ease my throat he had left bruised.

He was a sight empires would fall for, from head to toe every inch of him was making me feel like I wanted to forget everything and pounce on him. All I wanted to do was to have my hands, my lips, myself all over him.

And the ultimate soul-crushing part was his proud, thick, veiny cock making me go haywire.

" Take off all that and get on all fours to show me that needy cunt of yours, that made you agree to such a dangerous deal." He said keeping his eyes on me like a predator waiting for his prey.