Chapter 14 #2
Leon growled, palm closing over her breast to knead it with rough fingers.
Elena winced, smoothing her expression in the next instant as he pulled his hand away in a rush.
Nothing he could do to her now would hurt more than that awful night, and she should be thankful he seemed to be taking it slow.
Still, she couldn’t lose herself in instinct just yet, and so she felt every harsh grunt, each coarse swipe of his clothes against her.
Then he kissed her.
Mouth closing over hers, his tongue teased along the seam of her lips. Luring out a response as he cradled her jaw in his wide palm. His quiet sounds of pleasure ringing in her ears as she slowly opened to him. Allowing his invasion, welcoming his gentle assault on her senses as he licked over her.
Elena gasped, arching into him as he twined his tongue around hers, the slide of slick muscle so unfamiliar, so sinfully decadent, she didn’t know what to do with herself.
A tentative lick of her tongue in return earned her a growl so rich it made her shudder.
Her hands fluttered at her sides, indecisive and shy until he grabbed them up and linked her arms around his neck.
Urging her to cling to him as he deepened the kiss.
Redoubling his assault upon her as he fed her his pleasured sounds.
Slipping them down her throat until he gave a call.
Instinct alone had her legs hitching high upon his hips. Spun sugar and evergreens invaded her every sense as she writhed beneath him. Pulling him to her in fretful tugs, wanting so much more as the smooth fabric of his shirt sighed against her hardened peaks.
This is what she’d dreamed it would be like with an Alpha. Not at all bad. Good, even, as his hands worked their way down to her hips to guide them into a careful rhythm that made her gasp against his lips as insurmountable pleasure scorched through her veins when he struck something just so.
He ruined the moment of her wavering resolve as he pulled back with a cruel smirk painting his lips, his palm bringing her up snug against the hardness straining behind the zipper of his pants.
It was only instincts. He didn’t care for her. Wanted only what every Alpha wanted of an Omega.
Turning away on a shuddering inhalation, she refused to let him see the dreamy haze lifting from her eyes. Knew she couldn’t hide all the effects he had upon her body as her hips jerked at the teasing thrust. He wanted her excited. Lost in it.
Elena knew it would be better if she was, but she’d lost the thread of her pleasure. There was nothing now but the feeling of being lost and alone with a male who cared so very little for her. Why he should bother now when he hadn’t before made little sense.
The man himself made little sense, so there would be no figuring out his reasons for anything.
“I said look at your Alpha,” Leon growled, pinching her chin to drag her face back to meet his.
Elena flinched and gasped, eyes screwed up tight as she waited for a blow to come with the command. When he just sat still above her, making no more efforts to tease out her response, Elena glanced up to his dark gaze, only to look away just as quickly.
The deep umber of his eyes was thrown into shadow, turning the dark shade almost black. It was only that he was so close that she could discern the brown hue at all, but for all the anger held within them, she’d wished she’d never dared to look.
Elena wasn’t certain what he wanted of her. He didn’t need her adoration and pleased moans to do it. He’d proven that time and again at the hotel. Why was he acting this way?
She cringed as his mouth crashed into hers again, crushing her lips against her teeth. She whined as the hot, coppery tang of blood flooded over her tongue. He ravaged her now. No care or consideration given as he pried her open for his brutality.
He gave a vicious growl of victory as he tasted her blood.
Cold and terrified beneath him, Elena remained as still and silent as she could. Didn’t want to provoke a response of any kind, though by her very inaction, he became more incensed.
Elena grunted as he ripped away the remaining pieces of her gown, her body jerking in such a way as to remind her of that awful night. Every muscle locked tight, leaving her stiff and vulnerable. Now he would do it.
His hand worked its way between them, and the tinkling sound of his belt rang through her ears in alarming peals. She trembled, teeth clenched as she waited for the agonizing pain to begin. Promising herself she wouldn’t give him her screams this time, she waited.
And waited.
He grunted and groaned above her. His body jerked and swayed as something hot and slick brushed against her thigh. Confusion ripped apart her fortifications as she angled her eyes down the line of her naked body to see what he was doing.
Elena would have screamed had she the breath.
It was huge. Massive on every scale. No wonder she’d felt he’d ripped her apart that night.
Clenched in his shuttling fist, he worked it to a furious shade of red. Aiming it at the soft skin of her thigh and mons to rub the thin fluid of his excitement against her. Painting her with it as his breaths came in ragged pants that feathered across her shivering body.
Musk and evergreens attempted to drown her as she took in a shaky breath.
The smell of him teased along her senses, growing stronger with every jerking motion of his arm.
Elena’s breaths came faster, harder. Almost panting as she watched the furious resolve on his face melt away on a ragged shout as he fell forward.
Catching himself on an arm, he hunched over her body.
Elena squeaked and flinched as hot, thick liquid splashed over her stomach and thighs.
Coating her again and again in a heavy sheen of fluid that smelled of him.
Not until he sat back on his heels, chest heaving with his breaths, did she see him wringing his knot within a tight fist. The last watery sprays decorated her legs and knees.
Just when she thought it was over and she might be able to escape this unscathed, he growled deep in his chest, hands coming to her skin. He smeared the viscous liquid into her flesh. Rubbing it in until she was covered from neck to knee in the stuff.
Elena swallowed hard, unable to deny the tingling sensation that followed his every touch. The simmering heat she felt between her legs as his fingers dipped down to paint her with more of the still warm fluid.
Only instincts. She was an Omega without suppressants with a virile Alpha. Of course, she would react to his scent and touch. She’d be inhuman not to.
There was no way for her to prepare for what he did next. Jumping off the bed, he jerked the covers back up to her nose. Closing her in with his scent, the tacky essence plastering the sheet against her skin. He didn’t say a word as he righted his clothes and left the room.
Leon didn’t even glance back before he shut the door behind him.