Chapter 30

ALPHA PARTHE.

Fuck.

This girl was certainly going to be my undoing.

I watched her fragile form freeze under my stare. She was terrified. Just as she should.

My gaze was pinned to her trembling form, every inch of her body betraying her fear and shame.

My length strained under my briefs. It took all the self-control in me not to pounce on her and fuck her until her tender core blows hot from friction.

As I sat on the stool, I saw her fear. I sensed her panic.

"Don't let me stop you," I said to her, and she seemed to shrink under those words.

I saw the tears in her eyes. Her sobs only made my cock throb harder.

"Alpha... please," she whispered, her voice shaking like a fragile leaf caught in a storm. The sound of her begging was sweet, so fucking sweet it made my blood pound in my ears.

She didn't even realize how much her pleas fueled the beast inside me, how they fed the hunger tugging at my restraint.

I swallowed hard.

I wish she'd stop crying. It only fuels whatever she thinks she's trying to prevent. Now, I am even more determined to see her touch herself while I watch.

The scent of her arousal was maddening, mixing with her fear in a way that made my wolf want to devour her whole. I could see her thighs quivering, and I knew she was still slick from before I'd walked in—still aching, still needing.

"Shhh…" I hushed her softly, my tone cold but barely restrained.

My gaze dropped to the place between her legs, to her glistening folds, soft and vulnerable, exposed to me like an offering.

My mouth watered, but I kept still. Waiting. Watching. My fingers itched to touch her, to feel the heat of her against me, but I didn't move. Not yet.

"Don’t make me ask again,” I said to her and wished she'd obey. This was easier than what would happen if she kept disobeying.

A cruel smirk pulled at the corner of my mouth as I sat back on the stool, my eyes never leaving her center. She knew what I wanted—what I demanded. And she had no choice.

I could see the way her legs pressed together, trying to hide herself from me as if she could. As if there was any part of her that wasn’t already mine.

I shifted in my seat, feeling the strain of my cock pressing painfully against the confines of my pants. The thought of her fingers moving over her sweet, wet folds while I watched—fuck, it was enough to make me lose control. But I wouldn’t. Not yet.

I wanted her to beg for me.

"Touch yourself, Luxuria," I ordered, my voice sharper now, making her body flinch at the sound.

Her hand, trembling, slid down her body, fingers inching closer to where I wanted them. Her breaths came out ragged, her chest rising and falling quickly as she hesitated just above her mound, fingers hovering, unsure.

“Good girl…” I murmured, my eyes never leaving her. "Now, show me."

Her fingers slid between her folds.

The sight of her fingers moving over her slick, pink core sent a wave of heat rushing through me, the need to take her, to fuck her until she screamed, barely held back by my iron will.

She gasped softly, her hips lifting off the bed as she rubbed herself in slow, tentative circles. Her lips parted, a soft moan escaping her, and I felt a growl rumble low in my chest.

My eyes darkened with need, watching her pleasure herself for me, knowing I could end her at any moment—or give her exactly what she wanted.

But not yet.

"Faster," I commanded, my voice rough, gravelly with desire. I saw her hesitate, but then her fingers sped up, her body arching as the pleasure built inside her. Her moans grew louder, her face flushed with heat, her body writhing beneath my gaze.

Her eyelids fluttered shut, and I hated that she couldn’t see the hunger in my eyes. My fists clenched at my sides, fighting the overwhelming urge to tear her hand away and replace it with my own.

"Look at me," I ordered her.

I knew I was killing her slowly, but I didn't care. I want to look into her eyes while she pleasures herself for me.

I barely breathed. My eyes were glued to her trembling hand, to the slickness that coated her fingertips as she dipped into the wet folds between her legs.

The sound of her touch, that soft, slick noise, sent a surge of heat ripping through my body. It was everything I could do not to growl aloud. My teeth gritted, my jaw tightening as I held myself back, feeling the sharp edge of restraint slicing through me.

Her moan, soft at first, barely audible, shot straight to my cock. It twitched violently, pressed against the fabric of my pants like it would break through any second.

Her legs parted wider, her hips beginning to move, not for herself, but for me. She was giving me this show, whether she knew it or not.

Touch her.

Claim her.

Make her yours.

The mantra pounded in my skull, but I pushed it aside. I wanted her to reach that point of no return, to fall apart for me, to feel the heat of her release and know it was because I made her.

She was close—I could see it, sense it in the way her hips bucked, the tension in her muscles. Her face twisted in pleasure; her lips parted, the gasps growing louder as she chased her own release. And I could taste it, could practically feel the way her body was coiling tight, ready to break apart.

I leaned forward, my breath ragged, the smell of her arousal thick in the air between us. Her scent wrapped around me, heady, intoxicating, and my hands twitched with the need to touch her. I could almost feel the heat of her against my fingers, could imagine sinking into that tight, wet core she was touching now.

Her back arched, a soft cry escaping her lips as her fingers moved in rapid circles, faster, harder. I saw the way her thighs clenched, her toes curling against the bed, her whole body tensing as if she was trying to hold back. I didn’t want her to hold back. I wanted her to fall, to lose herself completely under my watch.

“Don’t stop,” I growled, my voice low, thick with desire. My words seemed to fuel her movements, her fingers moving faster as her breaths came out in shallow pants.

She was right there, on the edge, and I could feel it like it was my own body.

And then it came.

Her body seized, her hips lifting off the bed as her fingers pressed down, grinding into her own wetness. She let out a ragged, breathless cry, her mouth open, her body arching in a perfect curve. I watched every second of it, my pulse roaring in my ears, my own body straining as if I could feel her release rippling through me.

Her moans tapered into soft whimpers, her body relaxing, sinking back into the bed, her legs still trembling. Her hand stilled between her thighs, but her chest continued to heave, the aftershocks of her pleasure rolling through her in waves.

And all I could think about was how badly I wanted to be the one to bring her there.

I stood up slowly.

Her eyes fluttered open, meeting mine, wide, glassy from the pleasure she’d just taken from herself. Her lips parted as if she wanted to say something, but the words never came.

I let my silence torment her for a painfully long moment before I finally spoke, "Get some sleep, Luxuria. Tomorrow will be a long day."

With that, I stormed out of her chamber before I'd lose my control.