The Bloodhound Alpha and His Prey

CHAPTER TWELVE- DAMIEN

She looks so small, so tiny and lost as she stares at the document in her hands. Her eyes are streaked with tears again— Why does she look so perfect right now? Why does she fall apart whenever she's in front of me?

What happens when we break her?

Patience. Patience.

Her eyes are scanning through the list with full fledged fear in them— Her body is stiff, like whatever move she makes would make me find her— Hunt her down. I can feel every predatory nerve in my body bristle just by the sight of her. It is hard to even imagine or comprehend there's a wolf inside her.

She's such a mouse.

Weak. Vulnerable. Mine.

“I don't… I don't understand,” Her voice is shaky. Confused. It's a fresh change from the version of her that's always trying to challenge me. Still, I miss the taste of her defiance and rage. It's always so… satisfying to see her crumble after every act. “What are these?”

“Have you ever heard of b**m?”

Her eyes dilate and she swallows. Of course, she knows what that is. It is a natural phenomenon between wolves to rarely speak of their s****l lives, and if there was a time to speak on it, it was already seen as… strange. s*x was usually only acceptable between Mates.

But why wait for one when you could always leave your marks on someone else and make sure every moment they spend with their supposed fated mate means nothing in comparison?

“I…” She knows it… And she knows I know she knows. It is why she chokes on her incoming lie, because she knows I'd punish her for it. Still, even as much as she acts like she isn't interested, her scent does not lie to me.

It is sickeningly sweet, like I'm drowning in the midst of everything perfect and my brain feels like it's been shot with euphoria. I dig my nails into the chair I'm on. I need to hold on. Be patient. I must bid my time so I do not scare her.

Little movements always scare mice.

She looks at the file again and licks her lower lip. It's momentary, the way she lets out a breath as if her chest feels constricting. Does she feel hot? Should I make her take off all her clothes? Should I use my tongue to dance all over her skin?

Patience. Patience.

“I have heard of it,” She sounds like she's choking on her words but when she looks at me, the fire is there. Madeline Finch looks like she's trying to regain some dignity in that… Extremely revealing slip of hers. Even though I can hear her heartbeat pulsing, see her n*****s straining through the sheer fabric—

I can't help the grin that comes to my lips.

This is fun.

“I want to f**k you. For every moment of your stubbornness, during your submission and after I have made you orgasm multiple times when you constantly beg me to stop,” I say, watching different emotions cross her face. “But I also know better than outright putting my hands on you. I would try to keep you as my pet for as long as possible.”

I watch her stiffen, her head rising slightly. “I am not a pet.”

“Yet,” I sit upright more, my hair falling over my shoulders and clasp my hands together so I can look at her. “I know you haven't orgasmed in years. You tried once, or twice, maybe even four times, and not once did you orgasm. Once upon a time in your life, you experienced it and because of that, you hold onto that memory desperately. And so does your body,”

“My body and I do not always share similar sentiments,” Look at her. Refusing to accept defeat even now. Even when I can smell her arousal even more. She's thinking again. Of the past.

I want to ruin that.

I rise up from my seat, feeling her eyes centering on me taking note of every move I make as I walk to her.

From the corner of my eyes, I watch her clench hard onto the edge of the bed, like she's trying to stop herself from doing something she is not supposed to— And I crouch down.

I watch her eyebrows furrow in confusion. She doesn't understand what I am doing. Or why I am doing this. She has been confused since the beginning and barely understands what it is that I want from her or what I wish to do with her.

I hold her thighs now and gently pull it apart. She doesn't offer any resistance. If anything, I watch her mouth slowly fall open as she grips the bed even tighter. Her thighs are cold but the second I squeeze the soft skin tight, it instantly grows warm.

I put each thigh over my shoulders and gently, raise her dress upwards. She's trembling slightly and I can tell she wants to close her eyes but she doesn't. The need to praise her bubbles through my lips but I fight the urge to do so as I bring my face closer to the crevice between her legs.

My c**k immediately flares to life at the mere sight of her white cotton panties with the littlest wet stain in the middle. So innocent. So…

I can hear her choking, garbled gasps leaving her lips now as my nose brushes over her c**t. Her scent is heavily— And the sudden hunger that fills every pore in my body comes out of me in a growl, her whimpers instantly causing me to grip her thighs tighter.

Daxon is snarling at me, demanding that we feast on the perfection in front of us. That I shove my tongue inside her— Or my c**k. Anything to get her shuddering and begging for more under me.

No. Patience. Patience.

I lick my lips now, trying to ignore the rumbling in my chest as I take my head out of her crotch. While I do so, my hand is taking off her panties as well.

The second I'm standing again, I let my eyes run over her body. There's slick glistening all over the insides of her thighs, her lips swollen from her biting it too much and… And one of the hands of her dress has slipped down, revealing her perfect skin and ripe looking breast.

I want to devour her.

I will devour her.

I hold her panties up. “Collateral. Till you at least know what you're getting into, that is,” Then I stuff it into my pocket and say softly, “When you are finally ready to admit what it is that you feel, come back. And I'll make you get what it is you crave.”

And after that, I walk out of the room. The second I'm back in the hallway, I take out the panties in my pocket and sniff it again. My eyes close in bliss as I feel the need to shift bubbling through my veins.

Soon. Soon, she'll be mine.

And I'll never let her out of my sight again.