Chapter 5

Alek

She’s so tense as I pull her close to snuggle into me. Her heartbeat is erratic and spiking, and her breathing quickens.

Not only is her scent intoxicating, but the feel and warmth of her lush body against mine makes my dick harder than steel, and she feels it pressed against his back.

The feelings seem mutual. I know she’s curious and wants the same thing, but she doesn’t have the courage to voice what she wants at this moment.

As the tension thickens in the air, I can’t take it anymore. I can take what I want. I can strip her naked and fuck her hard the way I imagined her screaming beneath me, but something’s stopping me.

This poor, innocent woman is a pawn in all of this, and she doesn’t deserve it. Yes, when it comes to her, I grow some moral sense. Maybe because she’s not just an innocent woman. She’s also mine.

But I want her now. Watching her from afar was torture enough, and right now it’s another kind, but she can also be the answer that I’ve been searching for more than a decade.

She sucks a sharp breath as I slide my hand inside the t-shirt she’s wearing. She looks good in my t-shirt.

As possessive as I am, I’m not just marking her with my scent, I’m showing her that she’s mine even if she hasn’t seen it yet.

A rumble erupts from deep within my chest as my fingers brush the underside of her breasts. Her smooth, creamy skin feels so delicate against the roughness of my callous fingers.

We are literally the opposites. She’s softer, and I’m the besheniy one. She’s sweet, and I’m ruthless, but that makes us perfect. She’s the Yang, and I’m the Yin.

The supple and firm round of her breast is just perfect in my palm. Not too small, but not big. It’s perfect. The slightest brush of my finger against her nipple, her breath stutters.

I dip my face into her soft brown locks, inhaling her scent deep into my lungs before whispering in her ear, “Do you like it?”

She doesn’t have to answer me directly. She may say no, but her body says otherwise.

My bristly jaw rasps against the exposed skin of her shoulder as I trace the outer layer of her ear with my tongue. “I wanna hear your answer, Khrysanya.”

I still don’t get an answer. She must be biting her lip, but goosebumps pebble her skin as I dip my tongue into the hollow behind her ear.

A soft moan slips past her lips, making me smile.

“What is it you’re afraid of, Jasmine?” I whisper in a soft voice as I bite her earlobe gently and pinch her tiny, hard nipple.

“A-Alpha Alek.” She shudders.

“What is it, Jasmine? And call me Alek.” My voice drops. My dick can make a hole in her back. “If I don’t hear your answer right now, I’ll take you hard, and you’re not gonna like it. I’ll break you, Khrysanya, and that’s a promise.”

I hear her swallow hard. “I-I don’t know.”

I move and turn her on her back. Then I switch the light on the nightstand. Her cheeks are flushed, but not from shame. She’s aroused as I am.

“You know what you want. You just have to voice it out. And if I don’t hear you say it out loud in one minute, I’ll rip what you’re wearing right now, and let you walk naked in this house. Is that what you want?”

She must hate me right now. Her brown eyes glitter in anger and fear despite the desire that is consuming her.

“W-why are you doing this to me?” Her chin quivers.

“This is not a punishment.”

“Then why did you take me instead of the wife of a man who owes you money?”

“I thought it was obvious. You’re here because I chose you and because I want you. I don’t like her.”

She swallows again. “But it’s unfair.”

“You don’t belong there, Jasmine. You know that from the start. Those people are clipping your wings because they know what you can be when you learn to fly. You’re smart, you're beautiful, and you fit to be a luna way better than Danya, but they don’t want you to see that. Only your mother does.” I wipe the tears that roll down the sides of her cheek. “Do you wanna show them what you can do, or do you wanna go back and be the same woman who left the pack?”

“Will you allow me to go back?” I can see how she’s terrified of me, but that’s not going to happen.

As much as it pains me, she needs to hear what she wants to hear. “If I get my money, yes, but I’ll keep my word to you. I will kill Liam and Danya.”

“No.” Her voice is stronger this time. “I want you to show me my true potential, and then I want them to know that they didn’t break me.”

“Good girl,” I smirk before I pull the t-shirt off her.

She gasps, eyes widening. “Is—”

“Is this a part of teaching you? Yes and no, but we both want this, don’t we?”

She freezes.

“Right now, it might not make sense to you, but you’ll thank me later.”

The words of the witch flash in my head, “I curse you, Aleksis, son of Ivan. I curse you to lose what you hold dear. Solus verus amor id frangere potest. Let’s see if someone still loves you when you have nothing to offer.”

“I understand.”

“See? I’m right. You’re smart.” Then I pull the boxers she’s wearing down her knees, taking them off her, throwing them over my shoulder.

She has the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Pink and smooth. I inwardly groan that she cleaned herself for that motherfucker who doesn’t deserve this treasure.

When I cover my body over hers, she freezes again.

My eyes narrow. “Stop doing that.”

“You’re—”

“I’m what?” I whisper into the tense silence.

“I don’t trust you, and you’re dangerous and scary.” At least she’s honest.

“Understood, but if you obey me, I would never hurt you or lay a hand on you. I will protect you with my life, and my men will shield you with their lives if anyone comes to harm you. Do you hear me?”

She nods, licking her lips.

“Now, kiss me.”

For the first time, she doesn’t hesitate. She lifts her head and softly presses her lips against mine. The initial touch of her wet lips makes my heart thud in my chest.

And I want more. I want so much more now that I feel what it’s like to be kissed by those lips.

She stares at me for a second as the tension rises between us.

I slip my hand under her neck and burrow into her hair as I lower my head and capture her lips with mine.

Jasmine, my Jasmine, gasps into my mouth. Her fingers thread into my hair as I deepen the kiss, tracing my tongue at the seam of her sweet, soft lips.

As she gives me access, I glide my tongue into her mouth, swirling in all corners, tasting her. She tastes better than I imagined— so sweet and addictive.

Then I feast on her mouth, and I realize she’s still reserved, kissing me with such tenderness while I want to consume her essence, crawl into her blood and bones, etch into her heart as I ravage her, devour her, taking the air she breathes into my lungs.

My free hand cups her gorgeous breast, kneading it, rolling the nipple between my fingers. Her back arches, digging her fingernails into my skull, and she moans into my mouth as I suck on her tongue and pinch her nipple hard.

I’m even amazed at myself that at this moment I haven’t taken her, ripped her open, and fuck her hard. Even though her taste, her scent, and the feel or lush body is overwhelming my senses, I still think of slowing down, showing her what pleasure is like for the first time.

And I’m wrong to think I own her. The truth is, she owns me.