She's Human but Alpha Wants Her Back.

Chapter Twenty

~~Rea~~

“Keep your eyes on me,” he said as his finger slid into my fabric.

I had no choice.

I obeyed.

“I want you to watch me wreck you, Rea.” His voice low and rough, like gravel. His lips hovered around my earlobe as he spoke and squeezed my butt lightly causing me to gasp from the effect.

My feet trembled under his and I struggled to keep up on my feet.

The wall was the only thing holding me upright as his touch unraveled me.

I felt his lips all over me and my skin burned around his lips.

Only now did I realise that I wanted this too. Since this was one relevance I had towards him. Then I could use it to my advantage while I enjoyed myself too.

I leaned on the wall for balance, tilting my head backwards while he trailed long kissed on them, his hands sliding lower into my cl*t causing my thighs to part wider and allowing my fingers to explore my folds.

"Why the hell are you here Rea." He growled into my ear, taking my lips into his mouth leaving no room for a response. But somehow, I managed to moan into his mouth.

Why was I here? When he could have let me go if he truly didn't want me here. I've risked my life, and I've come to far to back down now.

"You don't belong here." He rasped, yet, his hands, his touch told a different—his hands explored my body like it belonged to him and him alone. Yet his touch kept coming. His lips kept devouring mine. His fingers still stroked my cl*t yet he watched me like I was the only thing worth his time and focus even though he hated it.

He dragged one hand away from butt, trailing it upward slowly, teasing my skin briefly before sliding into my fabric, heading for my generous chest area.

He cupped them and I gasped, a gush of warmth coursing through me as he took my breast into his hands and teased it with his fingers.

He finally pulled away, his eyes dark and feral from lust. And mine? Wide. Darden and helpless. The moment swallowed me whole and I found myself wanting more of it.

"Step out of your clothes." He said, taking off his robe while his accessing gaze held me prisoner, like he was deciding what to do with me.

I didn't hesitate. Of course I wouldn't. I was haunting for opportunities to my advantage and in this case, this was double advantage. First advantage was the fact that he finds me desirable even though he kept denying it and he hated the fact that his body and mind betrays him. Second advantage was the fact that I wasn't killed for intruding or used as slave for the wolves, just like the other people outside. I had decided to cast all my fears aside and f**k my way to the wolfsbane and to freedom if I had to.

All I needed to do was act recklessly around him and see what happened next.

My fingers slid on the strap of my stretchy top, not to tug it off immediately. Not yet. I knew his watching. Now the game was mine. He should watch. He called for it afterall.

Catching the subtle twitch of his throat when he swallowed. Hard. But he played it cool, like I didn't deserve to see him hungry. Well then. I'd just go tougher.

I tugged the top higher again, not enough to take off through the neck but enough to tease him with the eyes expects to see. And my boobs didn't fail—the base of my b**bs peeking out like an offer. And he just stood there taking it all in like a detail he can't afford to miss, even as he acted indifferent.

The goal was to penetrate his mind and skull. And if ever it had, I wasn't about to stop until give ears to why I had come. O wasn't talking about the rhetorical questions on "why are you here in the first place." With a cold angry tone. I'm talking about real talk. A question asked when he truly needed answers.

If my scent affected him so bad as he claimed, then I'm not about to make it any easier for him. I had risked my life to come here and now I'm supposed to take the bull by it's horn.

I tilt my hair and created a clear space around my face. Since he was watching, he should see me make that face when I'm teasing him.

I bit my lips and pulled my top higher, so when I lift my hand, my b**bs drop freely qnd it happens exactly that way.

The corner of his lips twitch as he watched me with hunger in his eyes, but he spun around to hang his robe in the closet.

I paused, letting him finish, making sure he doesn't miss any bit of it.

When he was done, he faced me like he'd given me enough time and playing around was over. Like he had given me enough to decide if to take off the clothes or now. I bet he loved what he saw, because I saw it—something pleased in his gaze, his eyes lingered longer than he intended. I was sure of it. Damien loves to act cold as ice masking whatever it was he was feeling inside and when he caught himself staring like an i***t, want laced in his gaze… he looked away, turning to the closet. His features hardening as if he regreted giving away too much. Perhaps the bulge in his pants now that the robe was gone, betrayed his exterior,; staying rigid and erect, refusing to be tamed by his indifferent demeanor.

Maybe it was working. I can’t say for sure until after now. He could do the same thing he did to me the other day; screwed me and had my *as thrown right into his cell.

At the thought of that cell, my heart skipped. I can't afford to get back into that cell. I must use every chance at my own advantage.

I tried to go on with the little show I intentionally made him watch, but his brows furrowed and his jaw clenched like his patience had just cracked. He moved faster than I imagined.

"Cut the act, Rea." His gravel tone rumbled out.

Before his words could even settle in the air properly, he spinned me around gently, guiding my *ss firmly against his hard shaft. The moment I felt his hard press against my fabric, my breath punched out raw.

"Don't f*****g tempt me when you can't handle it. Rea." His voice was was right at my ear again and his hands were on my b**bs now, cupping, fondling and teasing until I cried out as I melted into his chest, surrending into the feel of his touch.

His hands fist the band of my shorts, and ripped it. My eyes went huge instantly as the fabric gave away with a sharp sound. I guess he didn't need to pull it down like gentle men do, perhaps he's not a man, he was a werewolf; an alpha amongst them, so I didn't expect him to act like normal men do.

He spun me around after that and kissed me like he was either burning whatever desire he felt at the moment or punishing me for even stepping foot into his pack, and daring to mess up his senses with my scent—as he claimed.

His hands grip my neck hard enough to have them burn after now, staining crimson at the spot amd I whimpered, titling my neck backwards until I slam into his king-size bed waiting behind me.

"Too much?" He sneered, running his hand through his hair before taking his briefs off.

Now that killer size of c*ck came in full view. Was this something about him alone or was it a werewolf thing?