Chapter 6 #4
To say the house was gigantic would have been an understatement, but it was still so beautifully done.
It was built in the style of a southern plantation.
The bright lights hidden within the gorgeous flowerbeds cast the house in shadow and glowing light that was the same color as the full moon.
It was at least five stories tall, and the front porch was lined with thick wooden pillars that shone bright even in the darkness of night.
It was grand and beautiful and as I studied the picturesque home, it felt perfectly suited to the man holding me against him.
“Welcome to Crescent Manor, little mate. Tomorrow, I’ll give you a full tour and introduce you to several members of my pack, but not tonight.
Tonight, I’m going to take care of you,” he purred, and I hummed with excitement.
His head turned toward Toboe, and I felt him nod.
I watched as Lawson’s beta walked toward the house.
He entered the home and left the door ajar.
Casually, he turned back to gaze at the two of us before he strode inside, leaving us alone.
The tension between Lawson and me was heavy. I could feel it pulsing between us and my lungs screamed for oxygen as though I was deep under water and couldn’t make it to the surface in time to draw in a breath.
His touch glided along my collarbone, pushing just beneath my shirt to scorch my skin. My heart pounded in my chest, and I knew there would be no getting it under control again. He felt scary and dangerous, but at the same time, he felt safe, and I wanted his hands on all of me once again.
His hand fell away from my body slowly, almost reluctantly and my heart drummed even faster knowing that things were about to escalate.
My core pulsed with heat.
“You’re going to walk into my home in a moment and I’m going to follow you.
As you take each step for me, I want you to think about how you defied me in the car, how you took your own pleasure without permission, and how you ignored my warning that you would pay for that indulgence when I took you up to my bedroom tonight.
I want you to think about how that time is now.
When we go upstairs, I want you to imagine what it’s going to be like when I decide to take my own pleasure from every inch of this beautiful, defiant little body,” he murmured, and I gasped audibly in needy shock at the filthiness in his instructions.
For several long moments, I just wavered on my feet, feeling lost in my own neediness and open desire.
“Do you understand me, little mate?” he asked.
“Yes, alpha,” I answered, my voice far too shaky.
“Walk for me now, mate, and remember that I’m very much enjoying the sight of your bare, welted little bottom swaying back and forth,” he ordered, and I tried to temper the smile that graced my lips, but it broke free anyway.
I took that first step and my legs felt like jelly, but I held my head high and then I pushed forward with another. My chest rose and fell with the heavy knowledge that he was watching my every move and that he was enjoying that sight.
I whimpered quietly at the thought that it was probably making his cock hard too.
I climbed the few stairs that led up to the porch and walked across it, glancing nervously over my shoulder to see him following me with a hungry seductive expression painted on his face.
I lost my nerve just as quickly and looked away, making myself focus on the floor in front of me as I crossed the threshold of his home.
Once inside, I paused and admired the massive metal chandelier above my head.
Wooden beams crisscrossed above my head, immense and spectacular against solid white ceilings. To either side of me was a sweeping staircase made of hard wood with beautiful wrought-iron handrails curving up to a high balcony that appeared to have hallways going off to the left and right.
Nothing was overstated, but it was extraordinarily elegant all the same. It all came together with a sense of beautiful perfection that took my breath away.
“Do you like it?” he asked softly as he approached me from behind.
“I adore everything about it,” I whispered.
“I’m glad because this is now your home too,” he said firmly and even in its forcefulness, it made me smile.
“It’s beautiful,” I beamed, and his arm lightly pressed against my lower back, guiding me toward the right side of the staircase.
I remembered myself and took another shaky step, feeling my thighs slide against one another.
I lifted my foot and climbed the first stair, followed by the second and I noticed that he had stopped to watch me.
“Keep going, sweet mate,” he coaxed, and I took several more steps slowly, more than aware of how much this little interlude was turning me on. Once I’d climbed the stairs about halfway, he growled, and I could have sworn that it was the hottest thing I’d ever heard in my life.
“Your arousal is glistening on those pretty thighs, mate. You’re wet for me,” he observed, and a soft whine flew free from my lips. By the time I reached the second floor, I was absolutely drenched.
I turned to face him, and he started to climb the stairs too, taking each step carefully and steadily, prolonging the time we were apart and making everything inside me burn up with scorching need.
I watched him come for me and for a second, I considered running but that wasn’t an option any longer.
I lifted my chin, coaxing my bravery forth and fidgeted anxiously as I waited for him to take me.
He took my hand in his grasp and led me off down the hallway and I was too far gone with my own desire to pay much attention to what it looked like until we reached a tall wooden door at the end of it.
He opened it as if he owned the place, which he probably did, and he led me inside.
He led me forward just enough so that he could shut the door behind me.
I heard the lock click and I knew there was no stopping what was to come.
Not that I wanted to…
I’m not sure where it had happened, but there was a shift between us.
The element of his heavy-handedness had been difficult at first, and I’d fought him tooth and nail, but now I saw it for what it was.
He wanted to claim me as his, his possessiveness so thorough that he’d just taken me knowing that I would come to see that as something I adored about him.
His finger slid over my hipbone, slow and steady.
I sighed, just feeling the way his simple touch elicited waves of electricity to course through me.
He knelt down beside me and removed my boots and socks, leaving me all too aware of the face that his cheek was resting against my skin as he did so.
I took in one shaky breath after another, trying to keep myself still.
I wanted to touch him. I needed to touch him.
I resisted because I wanted to enjoy this part too.
He stood back up and slipped his fingers beneath the hem of my shirt, lifting it up over my head shortly thereafter. With a single quick snap, he undid the clasp of my bra and that fell away too, leaving me completely bare and vulnerable before him.
Oh, God.
I pressed my thighs together. I wasn’t sure why but there was a part of me that wanted to hide my body even though he’d already seen it.
I didn’t know what to do with my hands, so I folded them behind my back as he walked around me and gazed into my eyes.
I saw everything in his stare, the dark promises of what he was going to do to me tonight and tomorrow and the night after that.
I’d never felt so aroused in my life.
He looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing in the world and that made my heart leap with joy.
“You’re perfect, my pretty little mate,” he breathed, and I blushed, unsure what to do with his unexpected praise. He took a step toward me and lifted my chin, capturing my lips in a soft kiss before he drew away.
I breathed in his scent, trembling and wanting and entirely too needy.
“And now I’m going to show you what it means to be mine,” he murmured, and I cried out in fear and desire too powerful to contain.
His gentleness had run out.
He slid his hands down to my backside and lifted me straight off the floor, his fingers gripping at my sore bottom roughly. He turned and tossed me on his bed, looking down at me like the savage beast I knew him to be.
“Spread your legs, mate. Show me that needy little pussy,” he demanded and with a touch of fearful hesitation, I did just as he asked.
His eyes dropped to study me, and I drew my lower lip into my mouth nervously.
The salacious grin that graced his mouth made me want to hide once more, but I kept my legs open because that was what he wanted.
All of his focus was on me right now and it made me feel wanted in such a beautiful way that I couldn’t get enough of it.
I wanted more.
He approached the bed, never taking his eyes from the wetness between my thighs. With a steady sureness, he reached for me and traced his thumb through the arousal that had dripped down onto my inner thigh.
“Do you feel this, mate? Do you see how your body recognizes your alpha?” he purred.
“Yes, alpha,” I breathed heatedly, trying to study his gaze for some hint of what he wanted and finding nothing but the mask that was him. The unknown burned me up inside and I couldn’t stop myself from arching my body toward him.
I felt like I was sizzling up from within.
Then he started unbuttoning his shirt. There was no way I could look away as his strong fingers undid each button one at a time, slowly revealing the cotton undershirt he was wearing underneath.
Finally, he shrugged off both shirts, leaving me to revel in the hard lines of his chest. He kicked off his shoes and his hands dropped to his belt.
I gulped, remembering how that very thing had punished me hard enough to leave its mark on my naked backside.