Chapter- 6 "Revenge Game"

Warning: This chapter also contains sexual content and abusive behavior!

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Alice POV 

Metallic taste fills my mouth, and I lose the last bit of control I have, biting his lower lip as hard as I can, I take my revenge right away.

My wolf takes over control. She can’t discriminate between right and wrong because Rhea knows nothing more than that she wants her mate. She wants to touch him, feel him, and seal the mate bond with him.

I can’t blame her. It’s a primal need for a wolf: survival and breeding. She can’t help her wolf nature, her possessiveness, and her dominant side. It’s in our blood.

And those stupid tingles and the sexy sound of his growl only make it harder.

He growls against my lips, kissing my jaw, and I get lost in the amazing, warm feeling of his mouth and those magnificent tingles.

He continues kissing and biting my flesh, following from my neck to my collarbone like a hungry beast while ripping my dress and black lace bra with his claws.

I feel the chill air on my breasts, my nipples hardening into stiff peaks. I am naked beneath him except for my black lace panties.

He keeps kissing me like a madman, moving down to my breasts and capturing my right breast in his mouth. He encircles my nipple with his magical, wet tongue while kneading my other breast with his palm.

Moans keep flowing from my mouth like crazy, my back arching involuntarily, craving his damn hot mouth on my skin more. He gives a slow lick to my nipple, his eyes on me, watching me with a look that sends more dampness to gather between my legs. I can’t hold it anymore, and his name comes out my lips in a tortured moan.

Right off the bat, he backs off, breaking the spell.

I look at him, not understanding why he stopped all of a sudden—until I pick up on it.

He looks down at me with a mocking smirk. Damn him! He was playing with me. Believe me, I want nothing more than to punch him in the face and wipe that look off his face.

‘I’d rather give him another kiss,’ Rhea suggests, completely disagreeing with me.

I let out a growl in frustration. He couldn’t be serious!? He played dirty to get a reaction out of me.

The table turns when, in the next moment, I have him pinned down to the floor using my supernatural strength, just as he has done to me. I sit on top of him, brutally holding his throat with one hand, my claws digging into his flesh—but only enough to keep him in place.

With my other hand, I rip his black shirt from his body, loving the sound of the fabric tearing apart nicely and buttons flying across the room. I start by kissing and biting his neck and shoulders' hard muscles, giving him back each and every mark he left on me. His breathing grows heavier. The madness in his eyes rages to tear me apart. His grip tightens on my hips.

It’s just a fucking revenge game we’re both playing with all we have, and I can’t let him win! No matter what.

I pop open his jeans button and undo the zipper in a frenzy before pulling his boxer briefs down—or should I say, ripping them? Well, with my wolf on edge, I lose my damn manners. I free his majestic member from the flimsy material of his grey boxers and hold him firmly in my hand. He sucks in a sharp breath yet keeps making futile attempts to get free.

I steel my grip and look him in the eyes. His dark green eyes are filled with so much hatred, yet not enough to hide the lust. He would die before admitting that I have the same effect on him that he has on me.

Stubborn as a mule, after all.

I gulp nervously when I witness how big and hard he is.

Using my hips, I keep him in place as my hands start to massage him in an up-and-down motion. His jaw ticks. It's intriguing how hard he’s trying to mask the effect I have on him, but nothing escapes my eyes.

I massage the tip of his angry dick, wanting him completely at my mercy, to show him who is more dominant between us.

I increase my speed, getting thrilled at the thought of his submission. He bites his lower lip hard, cursing under his breath as getting close to climax.

That’s my time to smirk.

Removing my hand from his throat, I use it to slap his balls while my other hand keeps massaging the head of his majestic member, earning a soft moan from him.

I keep my pace up, knowing he’s close. My eyes stay glued to his face, drinking in every little detail, every change.

He bucks his hips as I increase the pace. He curses some more under his breath before letting out an animalistic grunt, releasing onto my hands like a good wolf.

I beam ear to ear, licking my fingers clean, pleased with the performance. I get off him, and with one last look to satisfy my heart, I walk away from him toward the bathroom.

However, before I can even touch the door handle, my body hits the bathroom door with undeniable force. A painful groan leaves my mouth as all the air leaves my lungs.

His grip on my throat is painful, his claws digging into my skin, a trail of blood drops down the column of my neck to my collarbone. I try to move, but who am I kidding? I am stuck between the wooden door and his hard chest.

I struggle to breathe properly.

His own breathing comes in hefty pants, his eyes pitch black now, filled with lust that has me shivering. He grips my upper thigh with his free hand and rips off my black lace panties in a second.

My eyes widen in realization, and I put both my hands on his chest, trying to push him off. It does nothing but piss him off more. His chest rumbles with a low growl as he warns me. He hooks one of my legs around his waist and enters my womanhood in a single stroke, filling me to the hilt.

A loud moan escapes my mouth, expressing both pain and pleasure, while a deep grunt rumbles from his chest. He starts moving in and out gingerly, not giving me time to adjust to his size. Not that I care about it at this moment; I melt into his arms like snow under the sun.

The room fills with moans, grunts, and the sounds of flesh meeting flesh.

After going on for thirty minutes, my knees threaten to give out. My inner walls clench him tightly as I let out a scream in pleasure, milking his cock. His grunt follows, and we both ride the waves of pleasure together and come down panting.

His eyes look into the depths of my brown orbs for a split second right before he withdraws from me. I sink to the floor, my knees unable to support me anymore, and dizziness washes over me. Meanwhile, he stands proudly, not reaching to help me.

His dark chuckles fill my ears, his breathing still ragged from what we did. I snap my head up in disbelief. Something inside me breaks hearing his words. A lone tear escapes my eye.

“That’s right. This is your place, little slave. At my feet. This is where you belong.”

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I snap my eyes open, breathing heavily. Sweat coats my forehead. Another spiritual dream.

I close my eyes and suck in a deep breath, calming my raging heart. It works until I sense movement on the other side of the bed, followed by hot breath caressing my neck and a trail of kisses follows my neck to behind my ear. I keep my eyes shut, thinking I’m probably hallucinating again.

“Thinking about me, love?”

My breath hitches as my eyes pop open to meet dark forest greens, hearing the voice from my nightmares enter my reality.