14
Lucia
Leon brought me to a barely furnished room inside the ancient mansion. A part of me expected to see more chains and manacles hanging from the ceiling but astonishingly, there’s nothing much to see except for a single cot lined up against the wall.
Moving toward it, I sit on the edge.
Even though it’s barely been an hour since Leon was inside me, I feel a familiar hunger flaring up deep within me. “Oh, goddess,” I groan, clutching my lower belly as the dull throbs turn into painful spasms.
My eyes squeeze shut as I get off the bed and walk to the door. Unsurprisingly, the it’s locked from outside.
A feverish haze spreads over my senses. Since, this is the third day of my natural heat, even medicines wouldn’t help me. The pain in my abdomen will continue to get worse. Fire flows through my veins, telling me I need an alpha to take care of me right away.
Defeat and desperation flare in my chest. Tears prick my eyes as I realize no one is coming to help me.
I go back to the cot and lie down on it. My instincts yearn for a bigger, more comfortable bed but this arrangement is still far better than the cold, dark basement. Even though the room is bare, at least it’s clean.
The scent of vanilla and caramel spreads in the air, suffocating me. Without an alpha’s presence, my heat lashes at me.
This room has a clear window, allowing me to catch glimpses of the clear blue sky. I want to go and open it but the cramps in my belly make it impossible for me to get up from the bed.
Closing my eyes, I let the tears roll down my cheeks.
Suddenly, the sound of the door being opened makes me open my eyes. Blinking through the haze of tears, I glimpse a tall, dark figure.
“Lucia,” he calls out to me. His voice is heavy with concern as he moves closer to me.
A whimper escapes me. “It hurts.”
The man kneels before the bed and gently moves away a sweaty strand of hair away from my eyes. The act allows me to take a closer look at him. Immediately, I recoil.
It’s Damien, the scar-faced alpha who scares me the most.
His ice-blue eyes pierce me with their intensity. “Tell me you don’t need me,” he says in a deep, rough voice. “And, I’ll walk out of here and leave you alone.”
A gasp escapes me as another painful spasm goes through me.
Taking halting breaths, I sense something new in the air. The scent of dark chocolate and warm bourbon cuts through the sweetness of my perfume, allowing me to breathe better.
Some of my pain recedes, bringing me a touch of comfort.
It’s a moment before I realize Damien’s pheromones are affecting me. My logical mind maybe scared of him but a deep-seated instinct tells me to trust him.
Damien gets to his feet and turns away from me. But before he can take a step, I jump up and clutch his wrist. “Don’t leave me here. Please...”
The tightness in my chest loosens as he gazes at me.
I focus on his eyes instead of the thick, ugly scars running across his face. “I need you,” I say with a whine in my voice. “Please, Alpha. I need you.”
“Don’t I disgust you?” he asks in a cold tone.
“I’m scared of you,” I confess, meeting his severe gaze. “But I need you too.” Grabbing the dress, I quickly take it off. “Please,” I whine, baring myself to him. “Help me.”
His hands ball into tight fists at his side. An intense emotion flares in his eyes but I’m too damn drunk in his scent and his presence to care about anything else. The omega in me is desperate to pounce on him and force him to relieve me.
Getting up on my knees, I reach out and start fumbling with the belt at his waist.
An omega’s scent during her heat is enough to drive an alpha mad with desire. Even a beta male wouldn’t be able to escape its effects. A lesser alpha would’ve already ripped my clothes apart and taken what he hungers for.
But somehow, Damien manages to keep an iron-hold over his instincts. He watches me quietly but I can sense his aggression in the way his muscles tighten as I wrestle to get his shirt off him.
I hadn’t noticed it in the dark underground chamber but Damien’s physique seems to have been carved out of solid marble. His face might be in ruins but his rock-cut body deserves to be on an altar in a Greek temple.
My brother is the real monster in our story. Damien would have been the most beautiful man if Callum hadn’t destroyed his face.
My fear lessens for the alpha before me. To my surprise, my cramps disappear, leaving me feeling warm and safe. Climbing off the bed, I stand before him and rise on my toes to press my lips to his.
With easy force, he wrenches me away from him.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, feeling an ache go through me. “Don’t you want me?”
Without a word, he hauls me into his powerful arms and throws me down on the bed. Before I can get my bearings, he’s on me and crashing his lips against mine.
His breaths turn into harsh pants as he thoroughly claims my lips.
My arms locks around his neck, determined to keep him pressed against me. My core throbs hard, making me grind into him. Warm relief spreads through me, making me crave for more.
Breaking away, Damien wraps his thick fingers around my thighs and parts them wider. The sheer power of his hands makes me shiver. He doesn’t squeeze or bruise me but the omega within me surrenders to him willingly.
Leaning back against the pillow, I catch him staring at my exposed pussy.
Every instinct in me wants to grab his head and push his face into my throbbing core. It’s a struggle to stay still and not attack Damien.
A chuckle escapes him. “Your heat is making you a slave to a monster like me,” Damien says in a bitter tone.
Shaking my head, I’m about to deny the truth but Damien holds up a hand, silencing me.
“I’ll give you what you want, Princess ,” he says in a low, venomous tone. “Because I’m a slave to my own needs too.” Bending between my thighs, he runs a fingertip along my dripping seam.
“Please,” I whimper, writhing with pure need.
Locking his eyes with me, he slowly pushes a finger into me. My folds are so wet with slick, it easily slips in.
A moan escapes me as my body arches off the bed.
Damien’s control finally seems to snap. With a growl, he grabs my ankles and pulls me further down the bed. Lowering his head between my thighs, he flicks his tongue over my sensitive nub.
“Oh, yes,” I groan, enjoying the feel of his warm tongue on my aching clit.
I’m lost in a haze of lust when something sharp grazes over my hypersensitive flesh. Opening my eyes, I feel his lips wrapped around my clit while his teeth gently nip me.
“Oh, goddess,” I cry out as waves of pleasure crash over me. My hips lift off the bed and smash against his face but he easily holds me down while attacking me with his tongue and teeth.
Sobs and whimpers escape me, leaving me breathless. I never want him to stop lapping and nipping at me because my very life seems to depend on him.
Reaching out, I grasp his dark strands and pull.
Damien growls and sucks on my clit, making my head roll back onto the pillow.
The intensity of pleasure drives me into a frenzy. There’s not a shred of shame or fear left in me as Damien kisses the hell out of my pussy.
I don’t even bother counting the orgasms that shudder through me. Damien’s mouth turns me into a whimpering, shaking mess but I still don’t want him to stop.
I don’t even know how much time passes but it’s a while before I realize he’s moved away from me. Opening my eyes, I watch him get rid of his trousers and present me with his thick, erect cock.
In the light of day, I finally get to see him. He’s so damn big that I marvel at my own body for taking him in and reveling in the moments he rutted me like a beast.
I want him again , I catch myself thinking.
My pussy flutters at the same tempo as my pounding heart. I feel like I’ve known Damien for years, that he’s no stranger to me. For a moment, I wonder if my heat is making me go crazy.
Sitting up straighter, he gestures at his thighs. “Get over here,” he says in a commanding tone.
Intrigued, I move closer to him.
“Sit on me,” he says, opening his arms in an inviting gesture.
I glance at his cock, proudly erect and waiting to be swallowed up by my pussy. A hint of embarrassment flickers through me but I’m not willing to miss out an opportunity.
I move over to him and settle myself on his lap. His cock rubs against my pussy, heightening my anticipation. Damien watches me as I take the thick, hot length in my hand and rub the head against my dripping entrance.
A gasp escapes me as he suddenly wraps an arm around my waist and lifts me, positioning me directly over his jutting cock. “Look at me,” he growls as he slowly lowers me.
I stare into his ice-blue eyes and let his shaft push inside my soaking folds.
“Oh, goddess have mercy,” I moan as his cock slips inside me inch by inch.
The scars on Damien’s face bunch together as his expression changes. His eyes close up as my core sucks him in.
“You feel so damn good, Lucia,” he groans, holding my waist in a bruising hold. “I hate giving you what you want but damn it, this feels incredible.” With that, he thrusts upward and slides deeper inside me.
The feeling of being stretched to my limits is a heady mix of pain and pleasure. “Ahh! Fuck,” I moan as my head falls back.
“How does it feel to get stabbed by me?” he asks in a rough voice.
I stare into his eyes and let my lips curve into a wry grin. “It’s the best feeling in the world,” I say without a hint of embarrassment.
Surprise flickers in his eyes. Determined to take control of the situation, I wrap my arms around his neck and start riding his hot, pulsing cock.
I’ve been scared of this man since the moment I laid eyes on him but at this moment, all my fears have evaporated. My instincts have come to the surface and are taking charge of the situation.
My nails dig into his massive, muscular shoulders as I rise up on his shaft and push down to meet his thrusts. His cock inside my tight channel feels heavenly, the closeness between us perfectly natural.
Leaning forward, Damien runs his tongue along the column of my neck. Next moment, he bites into my flesh, wrenching out a cry of pleasure.
A trickle of blood runs down my neck and he’s quick to lap it up. His warm, velvety tongue feels good against the sore spot, allowing me to continue riding his cock with all abandonment.
It’s not long before my body tightens in that achingly familiar sensation. With one massive thrust, I fall apart. Intense pleasure cascades over me, drowning my senses completely.
My slick runs down his shaft but he remains firmly buried inside me. With a sudden move, he pushes me down on the bed.
Now, I’m lying on my back while he hovers over me.
Leaning down, he captures my lips while he starts thrusting inside me once again. His hungry mouth drinks all my moans and gasps as he ruts into me at a harder, faster pace.
His mouth captures a nipple and sucks.
A haze of feverish heat envelops me, making me cling to him tightly. My back arches off the back, eager to take his relentless thrusts.
Damien’s cock grows thicker against my tight channel. The grunts and growls escaping him tell me he’s close to his release. The increased friction heightens my pleasure, making me clench onto him tighter.
“Fuck, Lucia! You’re mine!” he growls, plunging in hard and knotting deep in my core.
A massive orgasm bursts through me, blinding me to everything around me.
It’s a while before I come down from my high and become aware of the white-hot liquid running down my thighs. Damien hovers over me, watching me with an intent look in his eyes.
He pulls out gently and sits up straighter while I remain on the bed in a boneless heap. Satiated beyond my imagination, I simply watch him as he gets dressed.
“You need to get some rest,” he says in a cold, detached tone. “I’ll get you some food soon, so just get up and clean up.”
I shake my head and grab his hand. “Can you stay for a while longer? I might need you again.”
A grotesque expression comes over him but I realize it’s a look of amusement. “You’re overestimating yourself, Princess,” he says. “You’re barely able to keep your eyes open right now. Just close them and catch up on some sleep.”
A sigh escapes me. “Fine, I’ll rest but you can’t leave yet.” I have no idea where I’ve found the audacity to command this lethal, cruel alpha but my hold on his hand doesn’t loosen as I close my eyes.