Claimed By The Enemy Alpha

Predatory Nature

The door of my penthouse clicked shut behind us. Before I could turn, his strong hands gripped my waist, spinning me gently but firmly against the cool wood.

His body pressed into mine warm and alive in a way that made my undead veins ache with envy. Then his lips found mine again in a soft kiss.

This one was deceptively tender, but there was no mistaking the dominance in how he held me there.

I melted into it, letting my fingers thread through his thick hair, and pulled him deeper.

His tongue traced the seam of my lips until I parted for him, tasting the wild hint of him.

That was enough to make my body respond instantly, heat pooling low in my belly, my n*****s hardening against the lace of my bra.

I liked this, being led to surrender to his command.

But only in explicit situations like this.

We stumbled forward, lips still locked on each other, with me guiding us toward the bedroom.

His chuckle vibrated against my mouth.

By the time we crossed the threshold into my dimly lit bedroom with dark sheets on the king bed, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering skyline, he took over seamlessly.

Tossing me onto the mattress. I landed on my back, breathless, propping myself on my elbows to meet his gaze.

William stood at the foot of the bed, those piercing blue eyes fixed on me with a strange intensity, hungry, yet restrained.

It wasn't lust alone; I could tell. There was something else about the way he was looking at me.

Without a word, he reached for the buttons on his shirt, opening them up slowly, to reveal his chiseled chest.

My eyes drank him in, falling from his broad shoulders to the V of his hips, the flex in his muscles as he moved. His shirt dropped to the floor, and he moved to his belt, unbuckling it. His pants fell down his thighs and he kicked them aside until he stood naked, his c**k thick and hard, jutting toward me.

I admired every line, every curve, my fangs aching to graze his skin, but I stayed still, entranced by his performance.

He watched me watch him, that strange look deepening, as if he could see the fire building inside me. Heat flushed my cheeks, my thighs pressing together instinctively.

Then, before I could fully process it, his hands wrapped around my ankles, yanking me toward him across the sheets. The sudden pull made me gasp, my dress riding up my legs. He positioned me at the edge, my face inches from his erection, the musky scent of his arousal filling my senses. Then he tilted his head slightly, a boyish quirk that I almost found cute.

It was the only cue he gave, but it was clear. He wanted my mouth on him.

So, I leaned in, keeping my eyes to his as my lips brushed the head of his c**k, feeling it twitch against me. For the first time that evening, his calm facade cracked; his eyes darkened, and I saw his jaw tightening with raw need.

It made me want to smile.

As I parted my lips and took him in, sliding down his length until he filled my mouth, nearly gagging on his girth, he released a deep, shuddering breath. His hand came to rest lightly on my head, guiding me in the way he wanted it.

I bobbed my head, taking him deeper with each pass. The salty tang of his pre-c*m coated my tongue, and I hummed around his shaft, feeling it pulse against my throat. William's breath hitched, that deep exhale turning into a low growl that vibrated through his body.

He was still so controlled, his hips rocking forward just enough to meet my rhythm, letting me set the pace while his grip reminded me that he was in control.

I hate it, but my p***y throbbed with need, wetness soaking through my panties as I sucked him harder, hollowing my cheeks, wanting to draw out more of those rare cracks in his composure.

After what felt like an eternity, he pulled back gently, his c**k slipping from my lips with a wet pop. I looked up, lips swollen and glistening, and saw a new fire in his eyes.

Without a word, he knelt on the bed, his hands sliding up my legs to hook under my knees. He lifted me effortlessly, positioning me higher on the mattress before his fingers found the zipper of my dress and tugged it down slowly, exposing my skin inch by inch, his gaze never leaving mine.

The fabric pooled at my waist, and he unclasped my bra, freeing my breasts. His thumbs brushed my n*****s, with light circles that made me arch into him. Biting my lips to stop the whimper from escaping them.

"Beautiful," he murmured, the first word he'd spoken since we arrived. He leaned down, capturing one n****e in his mouth, and sucking gently while his hand kneaded the other. The sensation shot straight to my core, my c**t aching for some attention.

I tangled my fingers in his hair again, urging him on, but he moved at his own pace, switching sides whenever it pleased him and nipping just hard enough to sting without pain.

Then his mouth trailed lower, kissing across my stomach as he peeled my dress and panties off completely, leaving me bare and exposed under his scrutiny.

He settled between my thighs, spreading them wide with firm hands. His breath ghosted over my slick folds before his tongue delved in, lapping at my p***y with slow strokes.

I moaned. I couldn't help it this time, hips bucking at the contact, but he pinned me down softly, his weight a welcomed restraint I didn't know I needed.

William’s tongue circled my c**t, sucking it between his lips, then plunged his tongue inside me, tasting my arousal. The build was maddening, waves of pleasure crashing into me.

Finally, he pulled back, and guided me to straddle him as he lay back, pulling me down until the head of his d**k nudged my entrance. I sank onto him slowly, inch by inch, my walls stretching around his thickness. A gasp tore from me as he filled me completely, bottoming out with a shared groan.

His hands gripped my hips, directing me as to how I should ride him.

And in no time I had matched his rhythm that had us both panting. We moved together, his thrusts upward meeting my descent, his c**k hitting deep inside me with

force that made my head spin.

Heat coiling tighter in my belly. My fang ached, begging to be buried in his skin. And he knew this, because his hand cupped the back of my neck, and drew me down until my lips pressed against his throat. "Drink from me, Astrid," he whispered, voice husky with the command and offer.

And who was I to say no.

My fangs extended instinctively, and I sank them into his neck, the hot rush of his blood flooding my mouth,was rich and intoxicating.

I couldn't get enough.

Gulp and gulp, I swallowed greedily, his thrusts grew more insistent, pounding into my p***y from below. The metallic tang of his blood mixed with the ecstasy of his c**k driving deeper into me.

He held me close, one arm around my waist, the other stroking my back in soothing circles, even as he f****d me harder.

My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, my p***y clenching around him as I cried out my voice silent against his skin.

Blood trickled down my chin as waves of pleasure ripped through me, leaving me shuddering and spent. William's breath was heavy, but he didn't stop, drawing out every aftershock until I collapsed onto his chest, his c**k still buri

ed deep, pulsing with his own restrained release.