Rejected By My Alpha, Claimed By The Basilisk

10

LONDON

I swallow, and he feels it, grunting as his tongue brushes the delicate skin of my neck. He’s not choking to hurt me, I realize. His eyes are open but he’s not meeting my gaze. They are not looking at me but through me.

The adrenaline wakes me enough to tell me that this isn’t a dream and Dr. Vale was indeed over me with one hand around my neck and the other removing the covers all while sporting a huge erection. It then dawned on me. He must be sleepwalking.

“Dr. Vale,” I muttered. “You are dreaming. Can you hear me?”

He doesn’t say anything but the hand around my neck squeezes once. He’s breathing deeply and evenly, completely unfazed by all this. I clawed at his hand trying to break free or even wake him up through pain but he didn’t budge.

My whole body is burning, and even though I know this isn’t real, something hot and intoxicating works through my veins, trickling down to the space between my legs.

“Dr. Vale.” I call out again, hoping my voice will somehow wake him up before I decide what to do next. “Can you hear...”

He roughly pulls the last of the duvet off my body with his free hand and we watch it fall to the floor beside my bed. I inhaled sharply using the opportunity to try to push him off me somehow but he grabbed them with ease and held them down.

He releases me and slips out of bed. I prop my elbows to watch him thinking he’s already awake until he pulled me by the ankles to the edge of the bed. I whimpered, squeezing my legs together as he pried them open.

The low rumble vibrated through the room as he crouched down and I could feel his hot breath fanning my bare p***y. Holy f**k, that felt good.

“Don’t.” I whisper, trying to pull away.

Fighting him seems futile and making him more aggressive by the iron grip on my ankles. One hand works up to my thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. On impulse, I raised my free foot and kicked his nose.

I see blood first seeping from between his teeth as he glared from between my legs.

My breath was knocked out for a moment when he lowered his head and swiped my slit with his tongue. He groans and I swear I see stars.

I buck my hips but not to get away from him. Even in his sleep, he’s enjoying this. My nerve endings are on fire and my sensibility all turned to mush. I let out a breathy gasp when his tongue nibbled my swelling bud.

“f**k,” I whimpered, fist curling. “Dr. Vale.”

He used two fingers and rubs his saliva around before reaching down between my legs and inserting two fingers inside of me.

Gasping, my eyes rolled back into his sockets. He hooks his fingers deep inside of me and pushes deeper. I groan and spread my legs wider.

I keep my eyes trained on his face and nothing shows that he recognises me, just that dark faraway look. Rollin beneath him, he climbs between my leg and thrust with abandon. Oh f**k. His fingers are hitting that sensitive spot inside of me and I grab onto the sheets as he continues relentlessly.

I suck in a sharp breath as my eyes roll back into its sockets and my legs open wider on their own accord. He grunts and bends down, flicking my c**t with his tongue. A familiar deep dark pressure begins to build up and I squeeze the sheets with every thrust of his fingers and every swirl of my c**t.

“S-stop,” I murmured as I clawed his hand. “Cal...”

He growled and quickened his pace till I exploded. Liquids squirting out of me like fountains.

He groans as he sucks my labia. Thinking it was the end, I was about rolling over when he unsheathes himself. The tip is leaking with precum and the c**k is thick and veiny.

The reality of what is about to happen crashes over me before I reach for his hand. “Dr. Vale.” I tried pushing at his hand. What will happen if he remembers what happened? Placing my hand on his face, I slapped him once, then twice. He snarled as he swats my hand away.

Apparently fighting back makes it worse.

I don’t want to think of the consequences again. I give in to the crazy feeling. I relax myself, shutting my mind out at how we are going to look at ourselves tomorrow. I give in to the crazy feeling of danger, excitement and guilt.

He looked up at me and hesitated. Was he asking for permission?

When I didn’t push him away, he relaxed.

A second later, he plunges his c**k deep inside of me from the tip to the root, and I cry out. It stings and my toes curl at the intrusion.

He pants and hisses, dipping his head so that I can’t see his face. His whole body shakes and shudders before he slowly pulls out and slammed back inside. This time, a groan escapes him and there’s a tinge of desperation in his voice.

He groans again as he rearranges my inside going hard and fast so deliciously that I rake his back with my fingers. He grabbed my jaw and pressed his lips to mine. And we both moaned as our tongues collided, his searching my mouth and sucking on my tongue. I tried keeping up with his pace but I couldn't.

I tightened my legs around his waist and he let out a satisfied sigh against my lips. His thrusts became faster and deeper than any man I have slept with. The orgasm starts to sneak up on me and I pant into his mouth as he kisses me harder, our teeth clanking against mine as one of his hands comes between us.

“f**k,” I rasped as his thumb circles my c**t.

He pulls back an inch, his head tipped back and he let out a desperate groan. His brows were scrunched as he panted. The motions set me on edge and I shatter around his c**k. At the same time, Dr. Vale slows his thrusting, and then his body grows stiff as he empties inside of me. Hot spikes of c*m hit my cervix and I moan as he jerks himself on me.

And just as quickly as he finished, his whole body stiffens for a moment.

Fuck, he woke up.

Without thinking, I closed my eyes and let my body become limp like I had been sleeping the entire time. He’s breathing heavily as he pulls out of me, backing off with incredible speed. I don’t move. I stay there, thighs spread and c*m leaking out of my cunt.

I hear his breathing become rapid and his footsteps as he paces the room. Maybe I should tell him. He seems pretty guilty to me. It’s not like he did it on purpose, and it’s not like I didn’t enjoy it.

But just as I was about to work up the courage to tell him, he pulled his pants up. Then he went into the bathroom and returned with a wet towel wiping me and cleaning me up before he covered me up with the duvet and left.

I sat up. There was no evidence that he was ever here. Holding my breath, I placed my hand over my neck where his hand was earlier, wanting...more. I want him.

I exhaled, struggling to think clearly. This was my mother’s boyfriend for f***s sake.

I opened the door slowly. He seems asleep rather peacefully on his cot.

It somewhat annoyed me.