Brielle
My heart pounded heavily and I slumped on the ground the mont Alpha Thor walked away.
Only the goddess could tell what had happened but I never wanted such to repeat itself, the thought of him being close to only filled with great disdain.
My only saving grace was my fear overriding my disdain, or else, I’d have thrown up on him.
"Lazy slave." Rose snarled as she walked past and I grabbed the brush, returning to my duties.
The house was filled with nurous paintings, all black, it was either a wild jaguar, a black raven or so other hideous black animal.
I shrugged, it was expected, after all the alphas were nothing but dark forces. It’s impossible for a person to have such cruelty inside of them and still have an ounce of light.
I was busy cleaning when the room went silent, although I could hear murmurs before, everything had died down suddenly and I frowned.
Sniffing the air, I frowned softly, a masculine scent wafted round my nostrils, more like it resided around my nostrils, torturing slowly.
I took a few steps back, hoping to get a different scent but paused when I felt the hard wall behind .
The wall wasn’t this close...What was happening? I felt the wall pushing forward, like it was trying to close up and my heart began to pound.
The wall had never and would never move, it was practically impossible.
Turning around slowly, my eyes almost popped out as sweat covered my whole body when I saw a pair of dark hungry eyes gazing at like a prey.
I heard stories about how the alphas were blood animals and countless tis they had turned random maids into their blood hosts, sucking out their blood until they were white and lifeless.
Was he going to do the sa to ? I was about to dash out of his embrace when he grabbed my neck.
His hand was placed tightly on my neck while his second hand held my waist firmly. His hand felt like fire on my body.
It spread chills round my body, making my legs tremble with fear.
"Please... Please don’t kill ... Please don’t suck my blood." I pleaded and he placed his nose on my neck, inhaling my scent deeply like I was a new toy.
"Fuck." He growled, throwing his head back and turning to look at him, I almost wet my pants when I saw his fangs.
Without a word, he licked my neck, running his fangs along the hollow of my neck.
It was terrifyingly crazy, I trembled, feeling a jolt I had never felt before in my life. Goddess knew it sent more fear and thrill down my body.
I couldn’t tell why it was thrilling. I felt like a crazed person, what could possibly be thrilling about being eaten by a monster?
Wasn’t this cannibalism? There was nothing thrilling or exciting about it. It was disturbing and I needed to get my head straight.
"You’re crazy Brielle... He’s trying to suck your bloo..." My eyes almost popped out when his fangs dug into my skin as I felt currents travel round my spine.
"Argh!" My scream was muffled by his second hand. It was stinging, it stung greatly and at the sa ti it felt like his pheromones were making my head foggy.
My insides tingled and twisted. My legs shook while my nipples hardened imdiately. My clit began to ache, wanting to be touched and while the pain was still there, I felt my eyes slowly closing up as I leaned into his embrace.
He was sucking my blood yet I couldn’t do a thing. I hated this deep down but at the surface, it was surreal... I could stay in this position for days.
Goddess it was crazy and I felt my hunger rising rapidly, I parted my leg as I felt dampness in my panties.
It was almost like the day he was with a slut, only that today the hunger was intensified, like it has tripled and if nothing is done about it urgently, I’d get consud in the flas of my own arousal.
"Oh... Oh..." I moaned, trying to resist the urge to bury my fingers inside myself and play with that tiny knob of mine that seed to be in control of my brain presently
He kept on sucking, licking like he was a hungry dog, his tongue was so long and slender, one long sweep on my body and I shivered, unable to breath or move properly.
I was about to put a finger inside myself, ready to finger myself to ecstasy when he stopped , pulling away as he licked the blood stain on his lip.
Looking over my shoulder, there’s a nasty little wound, it looked like I had been bruised by a wild animal and I panted heavily as my gaze fell on the ground while my weak legs tried their best to hold up.
"Why? Why is your blood and scent so enticing? Why did I feed on your blood?" He growled, grabbing my hair roughly like I was so criminal and I shook my head vigorously, tears burning in my eyes as my scalp stung terribly.
"Are you a witch? Did you do sothing? Is there sothing special about your fucking blood? Is that why Dylan wants you!" He demanded, his second hand on my neck as his claws protruded, slowly digging into my skin and I swallowed, knowing that one wrong move would cost my life.
"You’re nothing but a slave... You’re a fucking slave with no special abilities! You don’t deserve to be this sweet!" He spat out as he pushed to the ground angrily.
With a growl, he walked away, leaving in tears as I tried to understand what the fuck had just happened.
It felt like a dream to . One minute he was sucking on my blood and about to give one of the greatest orgasm of my life and the neck he was accusing of being a witch.
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