Rejected By My Alpha, Claimed By The Basilisk

5

I shifted on my bed. The atmosphere was different, cool even. Something was off. I am certain I locked my door but it feels like someone was in the room with me.

I am wet between my thighs. Maybe it’s blood and...Was that tongue? I jolt upwards but I can’t fully stand because it feels like I’m pinned or tied to the bed. I noticed movements between my thighs, dark silky hair poking from between my thighs. I could tell he’s a ‘he’ by the broad shoulders and corded forearms hooking my legs over his shoulders.

I moaned, my eyes closing shut at the pleasure. I haven’t felt like this in ages. I arched my back and squirmed in his touch. His tongue swiped my c**t while his two fingers teased my entrance. I whined, why wasn’t he putting it already?

Was he asking for permission?

This is a wet dream, a deranged fantasy just me knows so I’ll live it up and ride it out. I took a deep inhale and gave a nod and just like that he plunged inside of me.

The being in front of me lifted his head though it was dim, I could make out his features a bit and he was smirking...a familiar smirk at that.

Not allowing me to even think, he went back to licking and sucking and eating me out so damn aggressively I thought I might black out. Closing my eyes, I rocked into his touch as he pushed my shirt higher touching my breasts, rolling my n*****s in his warm, rough hands.

He licks me from c**t to ass and I nearly come. He snakes his arm around my waist to hold me closer as my orgasm peaks.

His hands dig into my thighs, holding my legs open while expertly moving his fingers inside of me. He plays me like he knows exactly where to touch, where to lick and f**k.

I’m panting and sweat coats my body. I rock my body against his face, his nose. I just can’t help it. I need to c*m and he’s edging me so bad

“You taste so f*****g delicious.” He groans. “Too f*****g good. I can’t help recognising that voice. I know that voice from somewhere. I glanced down between my legs and it’s exactly who I dreaded it to be, Calhoun.

His smirk and those green eyes with flecks of gold in them shone brightly. My stomach did a little flutter. I stared at his full lips, lips that look good at kissing. Our eyes went dark as we regarded our dark desires. This is my dream after all, my little secret. No one has to know I fantasised f*****g my mother’s boyfriend.

He went back to business, licking and lapping my wetness into his sinful mouth. I arched my back, urging him to continue yet stop. I tried pushing him away, my orgasm was speeding up but he didn’t stop he just kept going at an impossible speed.

I flinched when he bit at a spot then nibbled on it, easing the pain.

It tears through me, ripping a scream from my throat as my thighs clamp his head, my p***y tightening his fingers. It rolls through me again and again, my chest arching up into the air as my eyes squeeze close, until it finally stops.

I let out an exhale, my eyes falling shut. The last thing I saw was his green with flecks of gold.

My alarm woke me up at exactly 5am. Today was work day and I’m supposed to be meeting the boss today. Apparently he wants to see the progress so far and wants to arrange a trip with him to Japan for a conference meeting. It has always been one of my wishlists to meet the boss who has been walking behind the scenes of this great company and also bombarding me with late night emails with the pitiful excuse that he forgets his password. Either way, I’ve heard so many things about him and I can’t just wait.

I smoothed the flyaway strands poking out of my pixie cut. My button down shirt was ironed to crisp perfection, my office skirt perfectly matched my top and not too tight or fitted. This was the most professional I can pull off and I was so damn proud of it.

I stood outside the doorway with my other colleague ready to welcome the boss and owner of Shadow Fall Pharmaceuticals.

The door swings open and I’m momentarily speechless.

Calhoun is the boss? Today he’s hard to look at because everything seems so perfect. His dark strands flew over his eyes and his shirt was unbuttoned revealing tattoos. His forearms had a tattoo of a snake slithering its way up his veiny arms to his elbows.

As he crossed his arms, his eyes found mine in the crowd and he gave a small smirk, almost unnoticeable. The staff had their heads bowed but me. I was so shocked I didn’t realise that they were already acknowledging his presence. I quickly bent my head avoiding his gaze, heat rising to my cheeks.

I can’t believe I had a wet dream of my own boss and mother’s boyfriend and he seems like he knows.