The Bloodhound Alpha and His Prey

CHAPTER THIRTEEN- MADELINE

Damien Bloodhound is like a parasite. He leeches onto you like a bad dream that follows you everywhere, especially when he doesn't even plan to be forgotten.

After that first night in the hotel, I was made to file a report about what had happened. Did he harm you? Did he touch you aggressively? Did he pass your boundaries? Did he respect you? Did he treat you like s**t?

I couldn't even believe myself when I kept ticking the no parts of the box because I knew he wasn't good. There was nothing good about anything he had put me through. He abandoned me. He left me alone to suffer and take care of Lucas all on my own.

He keeps sending me b**m erotica-related books and movies.

At first, after I left that room with my legs shaking and my thighs so slippery I could barely walk out on my own, I looked through the file for only a second and the pure terror that had hit me after staring at it had terrified me enough.

Tying me down? Spanking me? Hurting my already damaged skin?

I didn't like pain. That I knew more than anything else and why would anybody like it? I wasn't interested in suffering so I told myself I'd ask for a new Alpha when my mind was clearer but it was soon clear enough I was deluding myself the second I thought of it.

Lucas had been the one to find the first box and the moment I saw its contents, I made sure he never went to pick it up again. At first, I burned whatever I could but as if he knew that was what I'd do, he sent even more. With movies.

So I thought, okay, I could try it out just once. It really couldn't be that bad, could it?

That was what I thought until I found myself watching those movies whenever Lucas was over at school and reading the books every night before bed. I still didn't understand what I was seeing or why anybody would like it but… But I could remember the way Damien had been looking at me that night when he crouched in front of me.

The sounds he made when his head went in between my legs.

I had been unsure of what he'd think or if my… My middle still worked but his growl… It was so clearly filled with desire and hunger that Maia and I were both ready to part our thighs even further so he could go deeper.

I had even dug my nails so deep into the mattress that I broke them because it was taking all of me to not shove my hips into his face.

And when he stood up…

That need… That look in his eyes like he was using all of his energy not to pin me into the bed and f**k me?

Goddess, I can't control myself anymore.

“Lu?” He turns to look at me. Maybe it's all in my head but he is beginning to look a lot more like Damien. With his… With his mostly empty eyes and barely expressive face? What more do they share in common? “I need to go to bed early,”

He doesn't respond, not immediately, but when he does, he's looking back at the TV screen. “Okay,”

It's a little harder to discern what he feels through the bond now, especially since I had been the first to try and hide my emotions from him so he wouldn't be… Confused. I know we have to talk but not now. Not when even I have no idea what it is I want to do.

I kiss the top of his head. “I love you. I'll tuck you in tonight,”

He doesn't respond but that's okay. I rise from the sofa and head to the room before I lock it. The second I'm in, I rush to the mirror and stare at my reflection again.

I look crazy and my face is red with my hair all over it.

And I'm hornier than I've ever been.

My hand is already moving in between my legs as I try to keep my head upwards so I can watch my facial reactions— And imagine him behind me.

He'll be towering over my frame now and his hand… I move mine around my neck. It looks so small in comparison to his but it's all it takes for me to gasp a little as my thumb brushes my c**t now.

Electricity sweeps through my entire body, every nerve in me twisting and turning as I let go of my neck and grab the edge of my drawer. I can already imagine him chuckling at how sensitive I am, his hands grabbing my hair gently at first before he yanks it back hard.

I bite down hard on my lip now to prevent myself from moaning too loudly as I push two fingers in.

My body is instantly fighting, my walls tightening so much that I'm sure I'm going too fast until an image of Damien flashes through my head and I'm suddenly deep in, my pleasure hitting me like a ton of bricks.

I gasp now, shivering slightly when I imagine him behind me, my body cocooned by his in one spot as he presses me into the drawer. I imagine he's hard and my middle pours out even more slick now at the thought of it as he hisses in my ear, “You feel so f*****g good,”

I instinctively spread my legs more and bite down on my lower lip as I begin to move my fingers inside me. I want to touch my breasts— No. I want him to touch me. I want him to touch all of me. I want him choking me with his hand and his c**k. I want—

I hear knocking and I instantly freeze. The empty feeling of taking my fingers out of myself already makes me feel like s**t but I fight down the feeling as I head to the door and open it.

Lucas stands there now, looking so little and lost that it's almost easy to forget how wet my fingers and thighs currently are until I hear him say, “Can I sleep with you?”

Protests bubble up my throat at the question but I try my hardest to clear my brain so I recognize the situation. He must be able to tell that something is wrong— Or has been wrong with me for quite a while now. He has no idea that it's just his mom wanting something she shouldn't be wanting.

I quickly wipe my hand on the hem of my nightdress as I open my door wider, “Of course, baby,”

I watch as he waddles in and the urge to suddenly tackle him to the ground in a hug fills my thoughts. I ignore it and close the door. As he slips into the bed, I join him and the second I'm in, he's curling into me, his body taking most of the space but I don't mind.

“Are you okay?”

His voice is small, always so small that it constantly reminds me of the first time I held him in my hands. He was always such a quiet baby. Even when he cried, he made sure he didn't gain too much attention.

I cup his cheeks. “Yes. Yes. A hundred times yes. Why are you worried, my love?”

He doesn't respond, because he knows I'm lying and I know it hurts that I'm doing that. I don't bother to push him to do so. Instead, I pull him closer to my body and whisper, “I promise, everything will be alright.”

I'll fix this. I can fix this. I just need to find Damien and everything will be alright.

I hope.