Enslaved by the Alpha

Chapter Twelve Pt 2: Losing Control

"Are you sure you want to be in here?"

I pried my attention from the brand new couch sitting in place of the previous one and settled it on him, swallowing the lump in my throat with a stiff nod. "I'm fine."

My eyes quickly averted, darting around the familiar yet not-so familiar room. None of the furniture in here was here the last time and the entire room was redone, including the ceiling, floors, and walls. The office was changed from a grey modern feel to a dark-brown Mediterranean, and instead of a ceiling fan, there was a chandelier to provide all the light the room needed at night. It was entirely different down to the way everything was set. It held no resemblance to the room before, but the feelings I received just walking in were all the same as though it never changed.

Was Draven that affected by what his father had done to me? Why else would he try so hard to make the room holding the most memorable pieces of his father cease to exist?

This room is irremediable.

The door suddenly slammed open and Onalee strolled in, singing cheerily. "No need to fear, the life of this pack is here!"

I looked at the group piling into the room and guilt nipped at me seeing Gia and Elliot missing from the posse, leaving the office to the five of us.

"Your arrogance is suffocating." Liane rolled her eyes and Quintin snaked his arm around her waist as they took their seats across from us, causing her to fall into his lap with a tiny giggle, a wide smile on her lips.

They're so in love.

A small pang tightened in my chest and I glanced over at Draven who sat in the chair next to mine, his attention on the paper he just pulled out from the drawer.

If it's so easy to see love between others, why is it that I'm so uncertain between us?

"Before we start, have any of you talked to Elliot today?" Draven set the sheet of paper on the empty area in front of him and put the pen down parallel to it, lifting his gaze to the three of them expectantly.

Liane and Quintin shook their heads in unison, showing just how made they were for each other. Onalee, on the other hand, nodded with a soft smile.

"He's taking her transition quite well, actually," she said in thought. "He let her drink from him, so it's great to see their bond wasn't affected."

Hearing that, I stiffened in my chair and looked up at her, my eyes wide. She drank from him? No vampire, especially newly transitioned, should ever drink from someone due to their lack of control against bloodlust. How did she not bleed him dry?

I glanced at Draven.

Is the matebond that powerful?

"I'm relieved. Hopefully, she'll be back on her feet soon. I need my Beta, but he needs his mate. His priorities are exactly where they need to be," he answered in understanding, clearing his throat and briefly looking down at the paper.

I followed his gaze curiously and saw two lines meant for signatures on the bottom. Realization softened my features and I analyzed every cursive word on the paper, settling my eyes on the only word with bold, victorian font at the top.

TREATY.

Heat filled me as my heartbeat fastened and I tightened my hands around my knees, fighting to suppress the unexpected second wave of desire. It became apparent my struggles went unsuccessful when my palms became clammy and Draven's voice halted mid-sentence, making me finally focus in on them to find everyone staring at me wearing similar expressions that matched closest with horror.

Agh... that feeling again...

Draven cleared his throat loudly to take the attention off me. "Excuse us for a moment."

Liane smirked and Onalee looked at her like she sensed it, a crooked grin finding her face in response. They stood together with Quintin never straying from Liane's hip, silently having a three-way conversation with their eyes before throwing back suggestive glances. The door closed behind them and their muffled voices began talking on the other side, fading the further they walked down the hall.

I shifted my attention onto Draven, beads of sweat rolling down my forehead and spine. My wet skin glistened under the bright light beaming from the chandelier above his desk and I trembled, pressing my legs together tightly and groaning lightly in discomfort.

"I don't understand what's happening to you." He slid back and turned the chair so his body faced mine, then leaned forward and propped his elbows on his knees to hold my hands. "This is just as antagonizing for you as it is for me, Red. The scent of you like this is just..."

He didn't have to finish his sentence, the change in his irises told me everything.

I squeezed his hands and searched his eyes, fueling the internal fire. "I want you."

He clenched his jaw and his breathing turned ragged, his control visibly slipping from him. But strangely, I wasn't afraid.

"Do you want me?" I asked in a breathy voice.

"What kind of question is that?" His voice was husky.

I stood up and pushed his back into the chair, climbing onto his lap while maintaining eye contact. He sat stiffly as I leaned my body into his and kissed his neck, groaning. My lips trailed up to meet his and the flames burning within me danced in a blaze at the initial taste.

He gripped my hips and the shirt rode up, exposing half of my ass. I rolled my hips over the hard bulge in his pants and grazed my nails over his jaw, running them down his neck as I kissed him hungrily. The desperation to relieve myself was well beyond my self-control and I knew deep down there wasn't a thing I could do about it, except to simply give in.

"What's gotten into you?" He mumbled against my lips. I deepened the kiss, ensuring he wasn't able to get another word out. To this, he groaned, unable to resist me while quickly becoming putty in my hands.

I reached between us and undid his belt, pulling it out from the belt loops and setting it on the desk next to us. My hands returned to his pants and unbuttoned them, sliding down the zipper to feel his long and thick, throbbing c**k threatening to burst out of the thin threading in his boxers. Instead of feeling uneasy, a surge of heat washed through me and intensified my desire, only worsening the sweat running down my body.

He moved his hands down my thighs just below the hem of my shirt and groped me, slipping them up under the fabric. His palms glided effortlessly across my skin as if I just rolled around in oil and he veered his lips over my jaw, placing slow kisses among my neck. The heat from his breath fanned my scorching skin, and rather than burning, it soothed me. I couldn't help but moan softly in relief, leaning my head back to grant him better access.

He retracted his hands from inside the shirt and grabbed the back, tearing the fabric clean off of me in one swift motion. I gasped with wide eyes once the cool air hit my hot, wet skin, then felt my eyelids flutter close in enjoyment.

He nipped at the thin flesh in my neck and scoured my body with his hands. My hair stuck to the sweat on my back until he passed over it, grabbing a fistful of my hair to keep my head tilted as he sucked on my throat, groaning quietly. My back rested on his forearm while he held me, using his other hand to play with my hip.

"You smell so good," he growled, traveling down to my breasts and wrapping his mouth around one of my hardened n*****s, flicking his tongue over it. The soothed heat inside me suddenly ignited stronger than before and I felt myself throb painfully, earning a small whine from me.

I searched his boxers for the hole in the front and pulled his length out, feeling every pulsating vein travel through his girth in arousal. My hand hardly wrapped around him completely and he hummed in enjoyment, his hands jumping up to cup my face. "You're not thinking clearly, Scarlett."

I crashed my mouth back onto his as response, uninterested in words. Words won't relieve me. Words are overrated.

I stole the breath right out of his lungs by tightening my hold on his c**k, keeping it upright and grinding my lips over his tip. He shuddered and thrusted slowly, slipping past my entrance and across my swollen c**t. The stimulation felt better than anything I've ever experienced. I couldn't focus on kissing him any longer and my parted lips hovered over his, my eyes still closed.

Moving myself forward, he entered me. A harsh exhale left him as I inhaled sharply and bounced on him, panting heavily into his agape mouth. We stared back and forth and shared breaths, our eyes never averting, and the chair creaked quietly under the pressure of my hips coming back down over his wet erection, plowing its way inside with quiet squelches.

"Do you like that?" I breathed. His c**k plunged into me, stretching my walls in a painless, pleasuring way that took me by complete surprise. Much to my shock, the full sensation satisfied the throbbing ache. I whimpered at the unusual pleasurable feeling, already finding myself hastily falling in love with having s*x with him.

How come it's never felt like this before?

Fuck... it's so good...

"Yes—mmm, yes," he whimpered, tossing his head back over the top of his chair with closed eyes, falling into submission under my tight p***y.

I slowed to a stop watching his c****x near and sat down on his lap, letting his entire length soak inside me which left him hazed and desperate for stimulation and release. There was a sharp discomfort in my stomach that I ignored, brushing my lips over his jaw and down over his Adam's apple. My eyes then drifted over to the paper on his desk and more heat washed over me followed by an odd feeling, and my first thought was to ask again for a signature. The feeling tickled me the wrong way.

I can't ignore it.

I care for him too deeply to risk it.

Turning my head to refocus on him, I dragged my lips up to his ear, purposely breathing against his flesh. "Drink from me," I whispered breathlessly.

He let out a throaty growl and raised his head to look at me, a dark glint in his lustful eyes. I hovered my lips over his, breathing the same moist, hot air, awaiting his reply to confirm just what he was thinking.

"Just a taste," I exhaled lightly. His eyes flickered to my lips and he leaned in, swooping down to my neck last second and kissing me tenderly.

He found my sweet spot and sucked on it. His canines extended and he nipped at the skin, pricking me just enough to sting. I hooked my arm and held the back of his head to urge him, losing my fingers in his hair. Then the light sting turned into an intense piercing pain and I felt my blood race to the puncture. The piercing pain gradually eased into an excruciatingly hot, tearing sensation and a breathy gasp escaped me. The pain became agonizing the longer his canines remained embedded in my skin, and only then did I understand what it's like to be drank from.

After what felt like many horrible years, he pulled away. His mouth had remnant's of blood and my core clenched around his member buried in me with raging desire.

He cupped my face and brought our lips together like he was starved. I used my legs to continue riding him, working my body in a smooth, steady motion.

His hands dropped to my ass and followed my movements, guiding me up and down over his aching girth. My lips gripped his large member tightly, making him pant and thrust into me. He moaned and whimpered, fastening his pace, squirming underneath me with heavier, shallower breaths. "Scarlett."

I was taken aback when he suddenly pushed his full length into me and stood, lying my back down on his desk over many scattered papers. My hair cascaded over the other side and my eyes widened up at him.

He leaned in and kissed me, sliding his hand down my abdomen until his fingers came in contact with my sensitivity. I was quite confused as to what he was doing and turned my head to speak, feeling his lips trail down my neck. The words never made it up my throat once his searching fingers grazed my c**t and I flinched, giving him all the confirmation he needed to stay in that particular spot and rub gentle circles.

Whew...

This feels...

I moaned into his mouth, squeezing my core muscles and moving my hips into him. My hands roamed his chest and I unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off his arms then dropping it onto the desk.

My body began to build up with foreign tingles that I assumed came from how close he hovered over my nude figure, so I wrapped my legs around his lower back. The tingles intensified and I twitched uncontrollably, trembling with a strange hot, muscle tightening sensation that overtook my body's control. As the feeling subsided, I was overcome with a cool wave flushing through me and a ringing in my ear.

He began thrusting into me, raising his hand to cup my breast. I worked my hips in sync with his thrusts and clenched myself around him again. His c**k pushed through my narrow hole and my walls molded around him. He groaned and leaned away, trying weakly to pull out, but I held him tight with my legs. He panted harshly, drawling growls as he emptied his massive load into me with a scrunched expression.

His warm seed filled me and I felt him pulsate intensely until his swollen balls were drained. Once he had finished, he slid out his softening erection and watched in fear when his c*m leaked from my p***y.

Is he afraid I'll become pregnant?

What an odd fear for an Alpha.

I closed my legs and stood in front of him, ignoring the way his warm semen felt leaking onto my inner-thighs. Virgin's c*m so much so quickly. Yet with him, I don't mind.

This time was... different.

I loved it.

"It's okay." I caressed my thumb over his jaw, unable to explain before a knock came upon the door.

"Alpha? May I speak with you?" A random man asked through the door.

We scrambled apart and he quickly situated himself, grabbing his white button up only to wrap it around me. I slipped my arms through the holes and straightened it to cover myself, reorganizing the papers from the cluttered mess he created.

"Come in!" He called out.

A scarred, tall man wearing a black uniform walked in the room moments later to see Draven shirtless and me wearing his button up with nothing else beneath. The shirt I wore prior laid in plain sight on the floor next to the desk, ripped in two.

The man cleared his throat and lowered his head, holding his hands in front of him awkwardly as if to pretend he didn't know what clearly just happened.

"I'm going to go," I mumbled, avoiding both pairs of eyes as I eagerly left, using my vampire speed to make it back into his room as soon as possible.

When I arrived, I closed the bedroom door behind me and walked over to plop down on his bed. A million thoughts and emotions whirring in my brain, making it impossible to figure out just what exactly I was feeling in that moment. That's when I moved to sit upright and something crinkled in the shirt.

Furrowing my brows, I searched inside and out, finding a folded piece of paper in the pocket on the chest. Confused, I unfolded it and my heart dropped, a wave of ice crashing over me.

What?

Wrinkled, in my hands, was the unsigned treaty.

Why did I take it? How did I even do so without realizing? Why do I have this weird obsession with it? It feels like I'm losing my mind. Unless...

"Oh, my Goddess," I exhaled in disbelief, a horrid realization sinking in.

It all makes perfect sense.

Cyprian compelled me to get Draven to sign it.