Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Training Room, Battle House, The Alpha Underworld
“ M ake you s-scream?” Feral smirks.
He prowls toward me like a giant tiger. His punky, neon red hair falls over the strong lines of his face and neck.
My lips quirk, as I circle him on the mats. I bounce on the balls of my feet.
I’m vibrating with the rush of adrenaline that I always get before a sparring session with Feral but now with the added knowledge that the door is locked.
We can do more than spar.
By Feral’s smirk, he knows it too.
“Only if you beat me,” I taunt.
Feral growls.
Got him.
He looks ready to pounce on me, but then, he stops and sniffs the air. “Riv?”
My expression falls. “Yeah.”
Feral sniffs again, before his expression darkens. “Lion?”
I nod, carefully. “It’s time for their tutoring session. I was helping Riv to finish his chores first. I tried to make peace with my brother, after Dad deliberately set us up as rivals yesterday. But it’s no good. He’s determined to win, and I understand. He expected to be named as heir. His life won’t be worth living if he loses. He craves Dad’s approval. He’s been trained that way.”
“He w-wants my Beta.”
“And we won’t let him take Riv. But Dad has isolated my brother from everybody else. By being placed above the rest of the pack, Lion has never been able to have friends apart from Riv. I reckon that Lion is mixing up love with friendship because of his loneliness. He has been forbidden to talk about his life before he was adopted. My guess is that Dad selected Lion like a puppy on sale from a poor pack, who abandoned him for the money they gained, simply because Dad wanted an Alpha son. It’s fucked with Lion’s head.”
Feral taps his own head, as if to say that his head has been fucked with as well, but he’s still not deluded with an obsessional love.
Yet Feral needs love as much as my brother does.
He’s equally as lonely.
In many ways, they’re not so different.
“At least say that you understand him,” I say, quietly.
Feral shrugs his broad shoulders.
“Can I take that to mean you won’t tear out his throat?” I warily approach Feral, whose dominant, spicy pheromones are flooding the room.
I struggle to stay focused, ready for the fight.
“No promises.” Feral raises his fists.
I grin, raising mine. “Rise up…”
“…And no regrets.”
With his flashing eyes, wicked snarl, and large eyes with smoky eyeshadow, Feral truly does look like my Devil Alpha.
Also sinful as fuck.
Feral’s gaze settles on the flower behind my ear. He raises a questioning eyebrow.
Then Feral darts forward, reaching for the tulip. I sidestep, and he misses.
My pulse races.
The savage glee of letting out my emotions in these sparring sessions rushes through me.
I can see the same response in Feral as well.
His primal nature is taking over.
I can never beat him like this.
But then, I don’t want to. His power is awe-inspiring.
Being hunted by Feral is thrilling. And this time, I am going to surrender to being caught.
But not without a proper fight.
This is how it would have been in ancient times.
“Riv gave me this tulip.” I snatch the flower from my hair and hold it between us like a dagger. “It’s to represent that we’re both his soulmates.” Feral’s eyes brighten with love. “Come and get it…if you can.”
Feral moves unpredictably close with a palm strike. I duck underneath it, sweeping my leg in a kick to his knee.
My soul sings with the first solid connection of the fight.
Feral is stronger than me, but I’m faster than any other MMA fighter.
It’s why we’re such a powerful team.
Feral only grunts, however, and doesn’t fall.
I dance around him, teasing the petals of the flower across his shoulders and chest to distract him.
He doesn’t want to damage the flower that River gave us, struggling to strike at me again.
It’s like having a flower shield.
I laugh at Feral’s growl of frustration.
When I circle him, however, he grabs me by the hair and yanks me closer.
I yowl, as I’m hauled into a clinch.
Grappling with Feral, I realize that I’ve fucked myself because I don’t want to break River’s gift either.
Smart Feral.
He quirks his brow, before slamming me down onto the mats.
Normally, we’d wrestle, even though he always wins once we’re down on the ground because of his size and weight advantage.
I’m clasping such a fragile thing in my hand, however, that I can’t risk it.
Feral knows that.
Instead, I slump, baring my neck in submission. I send out soothing pheromones to take the edge off Feral’s wildness.
Slowly, he eases his grip, before he drags my hands above my head and pins them down by the wrists.
It’s almost like we’re both clasping River, along with his fragile flower, between our hands.
If we fuck this up…the fight night, the handling of my brother, and becoming heir…we could crush, rather than save him.
I’m panting.
Feral buries his head in my neck, taking deep breaths of my scent. His silky hair brushes against my skin. When he licks my scent gland, I purr.
When he draws back, and his striking black and blue eyes meet mine, my breath hitches.
His eyes are hungry with passion and love.
I feel like he could devour me.
“ Kiss me .” Feral’s Alpha Bark makes me tremble like an electric shock has run through me.
Fuck, yeah.
I already want to kiss him so fucking much.
I don’t need to be commanded but now, I’m going to be rewarded for it.
I love this man.
I lift my head and kiss him.
Feral is panting as hard as I am.
When our lips meet, the Alpha Bark sends waves of pleasure crashing over me.
I whine, bucking my hips up against Feral’s hard body that’s pressing me down.
Hell, that’s incredible.
Slick gushes from my pussy. I’m desperate to feel Feral inside me.
I need him.
I kiss him harder, and he thrusts his tongue inside me dominantly like he can fuck me this way.
Our teeth clash, before he growls, taking over the kiss.
I’m lost to the dazed pleasure of being pinned down, caught, and kissed like it is all Feral dreams about.
I can feel how hard his cock is in his shorts.
Reluctantly, I draw back from the kiss.
“I want you inside me,” I murmur. “I don’t know what will happen in the next couple of weeks. But we’re going to be in danger. I only want my first time to be with you, Fer. You’re my Alpha. I don’t need to bond with you officially to know that. I can already feel it in my soul. Plus, you deserve pleasure. You always give it to me first. But you’re worthy of it as well.”
Feral turns his head away, avoiding my gaze.
“Devil Alpha,” I repeat more firmly, “don’t let Dad take this away from you. They can cage your body but not your pleasure. Let me help you free your…”
“Cock?” Feral tilts his head, before his plush lips twist. “Hurts.”
My heart aches. “I know. I’m sorry. We can do this however you want. You don’t need to use your knot.”
Suddenly, Feral’s eyes gleam with a sinful excitement that makes my core throb at the same time that my heart beats faster.
He tightens his hold on my wrists, while kissing me again. “I’m going to f-f-fuck you. Hard .”
“Please…” I shiver, breathing in Feral’s delicious cinnamon brandy scent.
My skin is tingling in anticipation.
Feral doesn’t hesitate.
There’s no thrill like being in the hold of such a powerful man, who everyone else in the Underworld is terrified of, knowing that he’s about to fuck you ruthlessly.
Yet also knowing that you’re the only person who is safe to be underneath him.
The only person apart from River.
I clasp tighter onto the stem of the tulip.
Our Beta.
At last, Feral lets go of my wrists to reach down and rip down my shorts to my knees.
He isn’t gentle. He’s too worked up like this to be. Neither of us want him to be. It isn’t his style.
Then he rubs his fingers up and down the folds of my pussy, feeling how wet I am with satisfaction.
I writhe, when he taps across my clit. I grit my teeth not to come straight away.
Then he works his own shorts down.
His hard cock pops out.
Shit, it’s as giant as Feral is .
My eyes widen.
“I don’t think that you’ll fit,” I squeak.
Feral puffs out his chest with pride.
Then he works two fingers into me, and I forget about anything but the cascade of pleasure.
“Fer,” I gasp. “ More .”
Feral leans over me, kissing down my jaw and then my neck.
“Yes,” I encourage. “That’s amazing.”
Feral sits up, sliding his fingers out of my pussy. He sucks on them in a move that makes me moan.
Then he grips his cock with a flinch. He stares in awe, as he rubs only the head of his cock up and down my pussy.
I arch at the sensation.
He looks mesmerized at the sight, before he slowly sinks just the thick tip into my pussy.
It stretches me in a way that I have never been stretched before.
I let out a gasp.
Feral casts me a glance, raising his eyebrow and doesn’t push any further.
“I’m okay.” I take a breath. “Fuck, you’re big.”
This is our first time.
I didn’t expect him to be able to have this level of self-control.
I should have realized that for me, he’d manage to keep his primal urges in check.
Feral will do anything for me.
That level of devotion is frightening. Or it would be, if I didn’t feel the same for him.
“Are you okay?” I check in. “Pain?”
Feral shakes his head. “You f-f-eel amazing.”
“Move.” I urge.
His lips turn up at one side in a dangerous snarl.
My eyes widen.
Whoops, did I just command an Alpha?
Then he does move.
He thrusts into me in a single move, although only the first few inches of his huge cock, making sure that the knot at the base doesn’t touch me.
It’s enough to make me throw my head back and knock the breath from me. “Fuck…”
Feral takes this as encouragement, snapping his hips to piston in and out of me faster and harder than I imagined possible.
“There, just, there ,” I gasp. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Ecstasy feels like it’s being wrung out of me.
Feral rests his hands on my shoulders with bruising strength. His breath is hot against my cheeks.
Feral’s gaze becomes half-hooded. “S-s-scream.”
Then he plunges into me even harder.
And I do scream as I come.
Then my gaze whitens, as I pass out.