Play Tag With Ruthless Alpha

Chapter 8

Yaroslava's POV ‌‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌

Without waiting for me to make sense of it, he picked me up, dragged me up to the second floor and threw me into the shower cubicle. And I only opened my mouth to remind him that the shower was equipped with an electronic sensor when a searing stream of cool water hit me in the face… ‌‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌

“i***t!” I shouted, swallowing the moisture pouring down from above. ‌‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌

The dress was soaked instantly. But Jan wasn't concerned about my pain. He unbuttoned my trousers and pulled them down with my panties. The belt buckle, which I'd just wanted to examine, clanked against the turquoise tile and the man came closer. ‌‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌

“How can you do this to me?” was all I could manage to say. ‌‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌

Even though everything around me had long since been soaked, my throat was dry. ‌‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌

I swallowed loudly, trying to regain my gift of eloquence. ‌‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌

“What am I doing?” Jan said affectionately.

Forefinger, he ran it down my cheek, touching a strand of damp hair near my neck. It was a simple gesture that sent shivers down my spine, even though it wasn't cold at all. ‌‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌

“Everything,” I said breathlessly. ‌‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌

His palm slid to my shoulder, almost imperceptibly touching the unhealed mark of the wolf's fangs. I shuddered and stepped back.

The gesture was too much. Unreachable and unattainable. ‌‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌

A low growl escaped from his chest, followed by a possessive gesture as Jan. pulled me around his waist and pressed me into his body. ‌‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌

“How often do you do this?” he questioned.

I stared at him blankly, waiting for a more detailed explanation.

“How often do you f**k with others when your fiancé is not around?” Jan clarified with an angry growl.

The words sounded like a shotgun blast. So deafening and merciless that it hit me in the heart.

Was I just a w***e to him, spreading my legs for every man I met? Is that why Jan allowed himself to do all this to me?

That answers your question, Yaroslava. If one Beta is a lecherous man who thinks he's something else, why shouldn't the other Beta be the same? After all, their genes are practically identical… ‌‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌

I closed my eyes, trying to control the uncontrollable amount of emotion that was trying to come out.

“Let go,” I asked softly.

His hands, still holding me, felt like a cramp. The man clenched his fists.

“No,” Jan said firmly. “From now on, you are mine alone.”

Of course! Come on, finish me off with this!

“No,” I protested softly, but still. “I'm on my own from now on.”

A hoarse growl escaped his lips, and then the man was literally furious. But I'd expected it. And I was ready.

If Jan wants a w***e, I'll give him one. Maybe then the werewolf would get tired of playing with me, and I'd be free…

A bold kiss, sweeping away every possible obstacle in its path, entered my mouth, not caring for consent. He attacked like a conqueror, claiming his territory, crushing my lips and blackmailing me into letting him in. With one hand, Jan continued to hold my waist, with the other he grabbed my hair, forcing me to tilt my head back and respond to the rough caress. He pushed his tongue in as if he were quenching an incredible thirst in an oasis in the middle of the desert sand.

The rock-hard hardness of his c**k against my stomach made me just as thirsty and open to him. Gulping greedily for air, I accepted the rules of the game. And I wasn't going to stop. ‌‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌

I pressed my hand down, reaching for the fullness of desire in the man's flesh. It shivered slightly in my palm as I wrapped my fingers around it, squeezing it tightly at the base.

“Yara,” Jan whispered.

I know he likes it. They all like it.

His c**k felt so shockingly hot in my hand that nothing else existed around it compared to everything else. The first movement of my hand echoed with a twisting spasm in my lower abdomen. I was kissing a man as brazenly and openly as I'd ever done in my life. And for the first time, I felt the predator surrender under pressure, giving me the right to be the hunter, not the prey.

Jan's breathing was heavy and intermittent, and the darkness of his eyes swallowed up all the gold flashes I liked so much. As if to punish the man for his freedom, I squeezed my fingers until my joints ached and increased my movements along his length. The werewolf slid his hand from my waist to my lower back, but this time it was supportive, and he let go of my hair.

I pinned the man against the wall without releasing my grip. Jan jerked but offered no further resistance, and I sank to my knees. I wanted to see how the man's firm flesh changed at my touch. How the vein pattern naturally showed through, growing stronger with the force of his arousal, and how he himself grew bigger and harder with the increasing tension. My palm slid up and down, changing the rhythm, speeding up.

I'd never thought about it before, but suddenly, I wanted to taste him so badly that I involuntarily licked my lips and moved closer, not realizing what I was doing. I was almost ready to celebrate the fact that I'd managed to do it the way I wanted, but the man decided otherwise.

Furthermore, I couldn't touch him with my hands. Jan wrapped his arms around him, took him out of my hand and immediately knelt down beside me, turning my back sharply to him. I wanted to resist, but I was already trapped.

In one decisive move, he pulled my thighs apart and positioned himself between my legs. He ran his hand through my hair again and pulled me back, forcing me to rest my head on his shoulder. His other hand slid down to my stomach and forcing me to accept his full willingness to continue the game, but only on different terms.

“I'm only going to come when I'm inside you, baby,” he whispered into me ear.

The barely perceptible breath on my skin was replaced by a series of caressing but insistent nibbles and kisses. The unhurried, slow negativity of his lips contrasted so vividly with the relentlessly hard thrusts that pounded into me so hard and demanding that I was literally knocked out of reality.

I think I screamed something, or maybe I just begged him to go on. It was as if something had switched inside me, unleashing a beast I'd never had before. I clawed at his thighs with my fingernails, scratching my skin bloody and thrusting with each thrust as if my life depended on how deep he was inside me. I missed the moment when his hands changed position and now dominated my breasts, squeezing the most sensitive areas through the wet silk. Every breath was unbearably hot. The torture went on and on until it exploded in a crushing, painful flash, sending a sharp orgasm through every cell of my body.

Sinking into the abyss of absolute nirvana, I didn't even notice that Jan had peaked. The world began to fade, and I closed my eyes, letting the man take over. ‌‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌

I will think about freedom later… ‌‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌

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