Page 9 of Vendetta

If only he would knot me, I would feel whole. I knew what I needed, if only he’d give it to me.

My body trembled, aching and unfulfilled, but so fucking close. I mumbled pleas into the clove-scented pillow pressed against my face. It consumed me with a feral desire, like nothing I’ve known before. I lifted my hips, begging him to fill me like I craved. In a way no one else ever had before.

His free hand clamped around my hip, holding me exactly how he wanted, as I felt his sweat-slicked skin cover my back.

His tightly leashed words and hot breath filled my ear. “Come for me.” He commanded, and his harsh, gravely voice, spoken against the sensitive curve of my neck, tipped me into a freefall.

Oh fuck.

The sharp tips of his teeth scraped across my flesh, and every muscle in my body contracted. Molten fire poured through my veins, and fireworks danced in my vision.

He held out until I reached the crest of my climax before driving into me one last time, shoving his knot past my entrance, stretching me to the breaking point, and ripping a scream from my chest. I’d never been so full in my life, and it sent my orgasm racing like an avalanche that felt as if it would never end. Until finally, he shuddered, filling me with hot jets of cum, and joined me in mindless bliss.

I gasped, heaving in labored breaths, trying to recover from the most mind-blowing, earth-shattering climax I’d ever had. His arms wrapped around me, rolling us both onto our sides, locked together on his huge knot. He nuzzled my neck, burying his nose in my hair, and held me tight to him. His soft purr rumbled across my skin, comforting me.

I didn’t know how or when it happened, but at some point, I fell asleep with his knot still swollen, binding me to him, and his rolling purr soothing every aching muscle and frayed nerve.

It was the safest I’d ever felt.

But this wasn’t meant to be. Alphas were dangerous, intoxicating, and addicting, and now I understood why. I couldn’t do this again, and my father could never find out.

Chapter 6

Rosalina

As the sun peeked past the horizon, warm light bloomed behind my closed eyelids. Hot wetness trickled down my thigh as his knot softened and slid out of my sore, abused pussy, dragging me to wakefulness. I was going to be feeling that for days. At this point, I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. The memory of this was all I’d be taking with me.

I couldn’t risk staying here until he woke up. If I lingered in the decadent warmth of his scent, waiting for him to pierce me with those emerald eyes, I might never want to leave, and I was in enough trouble already.

My father was going to fucking kill me. There was still a slim chance I could sneak back onto the island, but it was already morning and my chances dwindled by the second.

What had seemed like a good idea in the dark of night was feeling irresponsible and dangerous under the violet light of dawn. As mad as I was at my father, he was only trying to protect me. My temper got the best of me sometimes. Diego had told me I was in danger. Enough danger to pull me from school a continent away.

I didn’t know who this alpha was. He could be anyone.

Yet even with the fear of potential calamity tumbling through my head, something inside me told me not to go. Something about the mystery man was infinitely alluring, but I was resigned to my fate.

Carefully, I rolled out of the silky sheets while wrestling my dress—now just a twisted, crumpled belt tangled around my waist—back into place. My torn panties were a lost cause even if I found them, which, after a cursory search, I realized I could not. I rescued my shoes and clutch from where they’d been tossed on the floor and tiptoed out of the room without waking the sleeping alpha.

The draft between my legs chilled my cum-soaked thighs, and my badly disheveled dress had me looking for something, anything, to ease the walk of shame.

I spotted a black hoodie draped over a chair. That might do the trick. This guy was tall, so when I put it on, it fell below mid-thigh. His warm clove and whiskey scent cocooned me in a blanket of security. Under that, a delicious hint of sweet sandalwood made it even better.

Alpha pheromones must be magic or something.

I couldn’t get enough and pressed my face into the thick cotton, filling my lungs. My slick-coated thighs squeezed together at the memory of the previous night. The thought of it was like a siren song luring me back to the warmth of his bare skin pressing against mine. I hesitated halfway across the living room, at war with the pleasant soreness between my legs and the flutters dancing in my belly. I took far longer than necessary, staring at his door, desperate for any justification to stay.

There wasn’t any good reason, only very, very bad reasons. I was going to be fucked when I got home, and not in any way I wanted. The fear of my father’s reprisal and logic overrode my pheromone-drunk brain.

I had to get out of here. Immediately. Before I did something even more stupid.

The guilt of stealing the alpha’s clothes tugged at my heart. Or maybe that was just the excuse I chose to tell myself when I hastily scribbled down my cell number and left it on a scrap of paper on the chair where the hoodie had been. That way, if he wanted it back, he could just call. There was no other reason for leaving my number or taking this gloriously soft, wonderful smelling sweatshirt. None at all. Definitely not an excuse to see him again or find out who he was.

If I kept telling myself that, maybe one day I might even believe it.

The elevator went to the club, but I had no idea where else I could end up. It wasn’t worth the risk of walking through a business after-hours. Security cameras, alarms, and all manner of other random bullshit could be armed.

No, absolutely not. There had to be another way out.