Alpha Kyson's Dirty Little Secret

CHAPTER 3

Dahlia pov

My back hit the hall and my chest heaved as I stared at the creature. What the hell is this? Am I getting sacrificed? I knew I should've listened to Vida, now I've dug my own grave.

I turned towards the door and grabbed the doorknob as I tried opening it, but it wasn't budging.

My heart accelerated as I tried it countless times. I was locked with this monster-looking human. Tears stung my eyes as I tried it but nothing happened.

Just then, I felt a warm breath fanning my neck, I froze, not daring to look back. My hand was still on the doorknob. I could hear a growl, omg this thing was growling.

Just then, I felt his hand touch my shoulders and my body jerked in fear.

“Escaping now are we? I don't think so.” His deep voice vibrated, deep enough to make the hairs on my back stand.

He spun me around, my lips were trembling and my knees buckled. Then, my eyes fell on his face. His face was covered in hair, and his eyes were glowing, oh my God, but yet, I couldn’t deny the fact that he…

He…he was beautiful. I know this is crazy, and I'm out of my mind, but I was just mesmerised. I looked at his features carefully, but I couldn't memorise his details as he smashed his lips on mine, kissing me roughly.

“Wait.” I pushed him back with all my strength. Just because he looked handsome didn't mean I was going to let him have me, I wouldn't want to have s*x with some mutant beast.

He ignored my pleas to stop and still kissed me.

I tried to push him off but he was way too strong for me. “Please, no, I beg you. Don't do this to me.” I cried out. It fell on deaf ears, his kiss was rough and deep, bruising my lips.

He buried his face in the nook of my neck and took a deep breath. Just then, he turned his gaze to me and all of a sudden, his glowing red eyes had disappeared and he looked a bit calm.

“You smell…amazing.” He muttered, grabbed my hand, and started sniffing it. I looked at him with fear in my eyes as I dug my hand in my bag, hoping to find my phone and call for help but he realised and grabbed my hand. I let out a shriek as I closed my eyes.

Just then, I felt his hand on my face, soft, delicate, almost like he hadn't forcefully kissed me minutes ago.

I heard a low growl in his throat. His hand roamed my body like he was reading a map, touching and squeezing. I shuddered. “Pl…please.” My voice faltered as the man caressed my body.

He carried me, making a small yelp escape from my lips and placing me on the bed. I tugged on my skirt and tried pulling it down because I was too exposed. Why did I even do this? I started regretting my decisions.

Just then, he parted my legs open and buried his face between my thighs. He tugged on my panties and tore them in one go.

I gasped loudly when I felt his tongue on my sensitive spot. My head fell back when he started to suck on it, making my insides churn.

No, no, I'm not supposed to be enjoying this. But my body said otherwise. Is it because it's my first time?

He flicked his tongue up and down, making me go feral. He stretched his hand and grabbed one of my boobs through my shirt and flipped a n****e between his index and forefinger.

I was enjoying it way too much, and I hated myself for that. Why are the man's touches so pleasing? Why am I enjoying it so much? And why am I feeling a strange sensation in my body? Like I belong to him?

I arched my back and grabbed the man's hair, riding in ecstasy. I could feel my walls clench, and I felt my orgasm getting nearer and nearer. It washed over me like a wave, making my thighs shake and my moans louder. I covered my mouth immediately, I was so ashamed of myself.

The man didn't end there. He pulled me closer to him, and I saw him bringing out his throbbing, rock-hard manhood.

I gasped in shock as I scooted backwards. The ones I saw in books looked nothing like this. Is it supposed to be this big?

Just as I was about to protest, I felt the tip graze my sensitive spot, and I shivered. I immediately tried shoving him away, but it was like pushing against a brick wall.

“Sshh, little wolf. I'll be gentle.” He muttered.

Slowly. “Wait…wait.” My plea fell on deaf ears as he entered, tearing my tight walls. I screamed as I held on to his biceps. “Ow, please…it hurts…please.” I cried out, my cheeks were stained with tears, and for the first time ever, I wish I listened to vida and never came here.

He pulled out and went in again, making me shout in pain. He started to thrust slowly, and after a few thrusts, I felt relaxed. It wasn't hurting anymore, but my tears didn't stop flowing.

“You're so warm, and your scent is calming me down. How are you doing that? I've never been this calm.”

He said as he grabbed my thighs and went deeper into me.

The man grunted and groaned as he grabbed me by the neck, slamming into me steadily. I had accepted that there was no stopping this.

The man grunted. I knew what was about to happen. I couldn’t let that happen. “Wait, no, don't c*m in me.” But it was too late, I felt his warm c*m spill inside me as he grunted.

He stayed like that for a while emptying his seeds into me. Right after that, he fell beside me and drifted into a slumber. I clutched my body as I sobbed, serves me right, serves me f*****g right.

I let this man, a looking beast, have me because of my own stupidity.

I didn't want to lie around for him to wake up.

I adjusted my clothes and wiped my tears as I slipped out of the room. When I got to the hallway, it was quiet and isolated, just like the house. I hurriedly slipped away, the metal gate was opened so I didn't waste time dashing off.

You're so stupid, Dahlia. Are you happy with what has happened now? You just got r***d. I scolded myself internally, I deserved it. I walked barefoot on the asphalt. My feet started to hurt and I had no idea where I was.

The darkness had swallowed everything, but surprisingly I wasn't scared, not after what I had encountered.

I had this weird feeling, like someone was watching, following me. I turned around and there was no one there.

After walking for what felt like hours, I finally remembered that I still had a phone in my bag.

I grabbed it and saw 78 missed calls from Vida. Oh dear, this is bad.

I opened it and saw tons of messages, I scrolled to the last one. “Your father is here; they're tracking your location. Leave immediately!”

Oh crap!