BETRAYED BY HOCKEY STAR: LOVED BY ALPHA KING

Chapter 15: Trap 1

THIRD PERSON POV

The space between them vanished before either of them realized which one had moved.

Draven’s breathing hitched, his body going rigid, every muscle in his torso pulled tight like a bowstring. Elara’s hand couldn't move, it felt like it was at the right place, without planning , guided by the pull of him, by the warmth of him, by the way he looked at her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered and the only thing he was allowed to want.

Her fingers found him.

Not a squeeze.

Just contact.

And Draven reacted immediately.

A strangled sound ripped from his throat half-growl, half-gasp and a low string of swear words followed under his breath, barely controlled.

“Elara—damn— f**k me, sweet goddess save my soul” he said in a wisper his voice cracked, jaw clenching as he dropped his head forward, one hand braced against the wall behind her like he needed it to stay upright. “You have no idea what you’re doing.”

He had forgotten the blood mood was coming early this year. Him being an Alpha the moon takes a toll on him because of him not finding his mate to control it. There were many lonely and painful nights, his guards had to keep him in an underground cell, chained up and injected with silver to keep him away from women because even if he had slept with hundreds, none would satisfy him until the mood was gone.

But the problem was, she didn’t.

Not really.

Her cheeks flushed hot, embarrassment and curiosity tangling together. She’d only heard whispers in school giggled conversations behind lockers, half-shared advice that never sounded real. Her movements weren’t practiced. They were hesitant, almost careful, but bold in a way she didn’t realize she was capable of.

She didn’t grip, she explored.

Slow.

Tentative.

Testing the reaction more than the action.

Draven’s breath shuddered out of him, his eyes squeezing shut like he was fighting something with everything in him. His hand twitched at his side, like he wanted to reach for her, pull her in, do anything but stay still.

He didn’t move.

He was trying so damn hard not to move.

“Elara…” his voice was a warning, a plea, a confession all at once.

And then despite everything he was fighting he smiled.

Not his usual guarded smirk.

Not his confident grin.

Something softer, Hungrier.

A little pained.

Because she was inexperienced, unsure, pink-faced and learning him in real time was undoing him.

“Careful,” he murmured, eyes dark and warm when they opened again. “If you keep that up, I won’t be able to stop.”

His voice was low, honest.

And Elara, still blushing, still breathing too fast, still feeling heat pool under her skin, didn’t pull away.

She swallowed, her hand easing but not leaving him, her voice soft and unsteady:

“I… don’t want you to stop.”placing her hand on his chest “let me help you.”

“Oh poor Elara” he says before she took to her knees

She unbuckles his belt and let's the trousers fall on his legs, his black briefs mocking her inexperience, the bulge in his pants big and heavy waiting for her, calling her name. She looks up and him, he gives her a short reassuring knod.

Elar frees his d**k and is bounced to life, slapping her face making it self known, her eyes pulses out. Eight inch long t rex she thought. She couldn't looks away.

“I'll tell you what to do, just trust me.” She knods at him unable to speak, “Put it in your mouth.”

ELARAS POV

I do as he says, it was huge. The monster in front of me wasn't for the weak. I lick the tip, it tasted salty but not in a bad way but cleaning tried again and this time I liked it so I sucked. Trying to put as much as possible into my mouth starting from the tip.

DRAVEN'S head flew backwards, his groaning and moaning starts quiet but finds it hard after a while. I see his balls just hanging around and take it into my hands, I shouldn't have.

I think it was his life line, his eyes rolled back as I continued to massage it and the sound he made low, rough, like he was trying not to come undone — went straight through me. My cunt was wet, a pool of my wetness was forming on the ground.

Trying do hard to touch myself.

Draven’s head tipped back, muscles tightening under his skin. His breathing turned uneven, nearly a growl, and I could feel how hard he was working to stay in control. My hands moved without thinking, exploring, learning him by instinct. The moment I did, his reaction changed sharper, deeper. His fingers wound gently into my hair, guiding but not forcing. In and out, I sucked with my lips and used my hands to jerk the rest.

“Yeah…” his voice was wrecked, almost a whisper against the air. “Just like that, princess.”

His chest rose and fell like he’d been running, eyes heavy, jaw tight. He wasn’t just reacting he was feeling it, all of it.

,

He continues to f**k my mouth, “f**k Elara your mouth f**k it's driving me crazy, I'm going to cum.”

I didn't stop not even for even to breath and then it came, warm c*m filled my mouth, unable to take it I swallowed and spat the rest all over my opened chest.

He smirked, “your such a good girl.” Then he passed out