Accidentally Bitten by The Alpha

Chapter 7

Opening my mouth wider, I bite down on my assailant's fingers, drawing blood, but it does nothing but him chuckle. Who’s doing this to me? I can’t see anything in this dark room except for faint outlines of bodies at rest. It could be anyone putting his hands on me, squeezing my breast and cutting off my airway, so I can’t scream or breathe, his overwhelmingly acrid scent of fresh rain and ash making me want to puke.

“Let me go!” I scream against his hand, but he only laughs more, amused by my struggle.

His hand reaches into my pants and rubs against my stubble-covered mound, and he rubs his hands up and down along my fuzzy skin, growling in satisfaction as his swelling groin pushes even deeper into my back. As his teeth graze my still very tender wound, there’s a rip as the bandage is torn away, and he licks the spot where Zane had bitten me the night before.

The man holding me down begins to suck on the wound, moaning in pleasure. Whimpering in pain, I beg him to stop. It doesn’t just hurt worse than anything I’ve felt in my life, it feels wrong. His teeth shouldn’t be where Zane’s teeth were. Only Zane can touch me there. And this is not Zane. I’d know if it was him. I don’t know how I know that, I just do.

That wound is so tender, even after the medicine Patrick gave me to ease the pain, that as his teeth continue to play with its edges, I can’t help myself as I try to buck and push him away, even though the fight is making everything hurt so much worse.

“Stop, please,” my words are lost behind the hand that clenches down even harder. My tears sting as I continue to buck and fight. As my attacker’s other hand continues to hold me close as he massages my p***y, his hardness rubs up and down against my back through two layers of cloth.

Whoever is doing this is enjoying the feeling of his mouth on my neck and his d**k near my ass. But why would someone want to suck on a wound? Is this some kind of sick kink? It figures. I seem to be a magnet for weird stuff lately.

Could this be Patrick? Did he see my wound as some sick turn on, and so he drugged me with that “wolfsbane” stuff so he could rape me in my sleep?

I thought he was my friend, that I had finally found someone who could show me a little kindness without expecting anything in return. But I was wrong, again.

Blinking the tears from my eyes, my sight slowly starts to clear, and where there were only dark shadows before, I can now see the clear shapes of bodies fast asleep around me. Patrick is lying in a heap several feet away, his body too still.

“Oh, you thought that rogue would help you,” my attacker laughs. “All I had to do was knock him out with a quick punch to the skull. He tried to stop me, but he’s a weak omega. He can’t stand up to me, FiFi. Nobody can. I’m a goddess damned Alpha.”

I know that voice. It’s my ex-boyfriend, Jake.

“Let me go, Jake!” I shout around his fingers as he flips me onto my face, pinning me down with his knees. He pushes my head into the ground, pressing down hard, as I continue to fight back, kicking and screaming, my arms flailing.”

“Nobody is going to help you,” the personal boogie man laughs. "Just FYI, on this island I’m untouchable. Nobody will ever go against me because I’m in charge here. Just give in, FiFi,” he uses his other hand to pull down my sweats. “Be a good girl, and I’ll go easy on you.”

I take a deep breath, but before I can scream he shoves one of his dirty socks into my mouth and I gag around it, struggling for air. My bare ass is cold as he places his warm hand between my legs as he uses his strong legs to open mine wide.

I don’t want him to touch me. Never again. He lost that right when he cheated on me. But I’m powerless to stop him as he pounds my head into the ground hard enough that I see stars.

“That’s right baby,” taking my inability to move as compliance, my body goes stiff as I hear his pants unzip. “You wanted to make me jealous with that Marshwood boy. And guess what, it worked. But Zane Rivers isn’t a real man. I’m going to f**k you, and then I’m going to mark you, and no one else on this island will ever help a twice-bitten b***h like you.”

His finger enters me and I scream against the gag as he continues, playing with my c**t in the way he knows would usually make me crazy. I thought I hated him before, but screwing around on me wasn’t nearly as bad as what he is doing right now. He is using his knowledge of my body and what I like to take what he wants from me without consent.

“Are you ready for me,” he presses his body onto mine, his tip lines with my opening. “I’m going to ride you hard, I’m going to…”

A roar tears through the room as Jake’s body is thrown across the room to land with a thud against the wall. He must have flown 50 ft over the bodies of the people pretending to sleep nearby, who seem all too awake now that someone has started a fight.

Pulling my pants up and my shirt down, I gaze up to see my savior.

Only nothing I see makes sense. Jake, who should be out cold after hitting the wall with enough force to dent it, shouldn’t be able to stand, and yet he is bent forward, rushing at the man who saved me with the force of a linebacker. As the people around us scream and jump out of the way, the two continue to struggle, and for a moment, I swear I see Jake’s eyes flash a bright blue before he sinks his teeth into the other person’s arm.

A loud howl goes through the room just before Jake is thrown back again, his head hitting harder this time, hard enough that he only stands again for a moment before falling to the ground in a lump.

Half the room cheers while the other growls and I wonder who the hell is the guy who just saved me. I can’t recognize him, not just because it’s dark, but because he’s wearing some kind of mascot costume that makes him seem 7 feet tall with a long muzzled face and oversized hands tipped in sharp claws, his body covered with a thick pelt of black hair.

Once I’m on my feet, I turn to my hero who is still here, in the middle of the room, his green eyes glowing like lamps. Mesmerized, I approach him slowly, my hand outstretched to touch his thick fur. I have an overwhelming desire to pet him, even though I know that it would look weird and be completely wrong. I’ve never seen such a realistic costume before. Even its male anatomy is disturbingly well detailed. I wonder who made it?

“Who are you?” I ask as I place my fingers on his arm. As soon as my hand connects with his fur, a sharply sweet tingle rolls through my body, like static electricity, the scent of sea salt, sandalwood, and sage encasing me in a deeply erotic warmth.

He smells so good, so familiar.

Biting my lip, I struggle not to moan. Without thinking, my other hand flies up to cover my wound, as if pressing it down could make the deliciously sensual feeling stop. It doesn’t. If anything I feel a building pressure building deep in my core.

No, this is wrong. Someone almost raped me and now I’m salivating over a man in a wolf costume.

Releasing him, I take a step back, shaking my head. “Who are you?" I repeat.

The man in the suit says nothing. He blinks slowly. Mirroring him, I do the same.

And when I open my eyes after the second blink, he’s gone.