The Possessive Alpha
Chapter 70

ELLE POV

Damon leaves me sitting on the edge of the window sill, panting and breathless, my panties soaking wet from his k****s and teasing touches. ‘I swear to the Goddess if you do not go after him,’ Scarlett scolds, breaking through the fog and making my feet finally work to chase after him.

Walking down the hallway to my room, I find his scent right outside my room; entering, I expect to find him on the bed or one of the armchairs, but he isn’t. Seeing the bathroom door slightly ajar, I hear the tub filling with water; pushing the door wider, I see Damon leaning against the counter. His smug attitude is prancing around the room while the tub fills with bubbles.

“Strip,” Damon demands, his eyes consuming every part of me as if trying to imprint my features into his memory. The energy rolling off of him is suffocating and more robust than it has ever been in the past. I don’t move a muscle, standing there staring defiantly. “Babygirl, I am not in the mood to punish you, but I will if you won’t behave. Now, strip.”

His words cause a shiver from my head to my toes, wreaking havoc on my hormones and turning my insides into jelly. Keeping my gaze locked on his, I slip my sandals off my feet, the cool bathroom floors like a shock to my system. My heartbeat is pounding so hard I can hear the b***d rushing through my veins, my body firing on all cylinders. Scarlett is no help. She is already showing her belly to him, fully submitting to him as our Alpha, despite being one ourselves.

Wrapping my fingers around the bottom of my shirt, I lift it over my head as slowly as possible, frustrating Damon to no end based on the growl rumbling from his chest. “You’re only delaying your pleasure, Biscuit.” His voice is like honey, coaxing me into getting my shirt over my head and onto the floor beside me.

My eyes return to his as I hook my fingers into my bottoms, shaking them off my h**s. The tension between us is so thick a chainsaw couldn’t cut its way through. Every cell in my body is begging me to do whatever he says, so his hands will explore where he wants. I wish I could say that part was winning today, but I feel devilish today.

“Everything, Elle,” Damon says, leaning forward on the counter, his hands gripping the edges as if grounding him to that spot, preventing him from coming towards me. “I won’t ask again. You have ten seconds.” His eyes flashed to black, using Slade to intimidate me into submission, but I am not the same girl I once was. Taking my time, I reach behind my back, unhooking the clasp before dropping it on the floor, slightly defiant.

Damon’s eyes don’t know where to look as he takes in my smooth, creamy skin, his breathing becoming more ragged as we stare at each other. He barely contains himself between the tension, my scent, and nakedness overwhelming his senses. I am starting to think this is more of a punishment for him than it is for me. Before I realize it, my soaked panties are on the floor, sliding toward his feet, causing his nose to flare and Slade to push forward.

Despite the craving we are both experiencing, neither of us moves, our gazes locked in a silent battle of wills. “Don’t move, Biscuit, or I swear to the Goddess I will no longer be nice,” he says, his voice husky with l**t. Underneath his steely words and threats, his blue eyes swirl darker with hunger at each act of my defiance,

I say nothing, my eyes still trained on him as he steps away from the counter to turn off the water in my large two person tub. Damon comes to stand a foot in front of me, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, causing my breath to hitch. My heartbeat races faster, making me glad the rooms in the house are soundproof.

Shrugging the shirt off, my eyes take in his massive shoulders and perfectly tanned skin. Goddess, how did she make one man so f*****g perfect? Unlike me, Damon has no problem rushing to get his clothes off, his eagerness evident in how he tosses the clothes away from him. His hard c**k springs forth, beckoning me to reach and touch him, but I don’t.

Sinking into the tub filled to the brim with bubbles, a small sigh leaves his lips as the hot water soothes his aching muscles. “Come here,” he demands, and like a puppy being led on a leash, I am eager to oblige. Grabbing the hand he is offering lower myself onto his lap, his hard c**k poking into my lower back. Sparks race along my skin from all the places connect.

Taking my loofah off the hook, Damon lathers body wash into it before gently scrubbing the filth from my body. While one hand works to cleanse, the other finds to roll and tug it between his fingers. I am making my back arch while grinding on top of him.

Switching hands, he uses one to clean while the other fondles my breast, my m***s getting louder with each passing second. “Spread your legs open,” Damon commands, my legs flying open greedy for his touches. “Good girl,” he growls as his hands move lower, my h**s rising to meet him as his fingers trace the outer folds of my p***y, his teasing and taunting driving me crazy.

“Who owns this p***y?” Damon asks as his index finger rubs my clit lightly, making me wetter than I thought possible.

“You do, Alpha,” I say, leaning my back against his chest, but as soon as the words leave my mouth, two thick fingers shove themselves inside of me while Damon shudders from my walls closing around him. His palm rubs against my clit as he moves his fingers agonizingly slow.

“Goddess, I could live in your p***y,” Damon g****s as his fingers start to pick up their tempo by a fraction, sending my h**s into a craze as they grind to match his rhythm. “It’s so perfect and f*****g tight.” His fingers curl inside me, causing a squeal to work past my lips as the pressure builds in my core.

“Do you want to come for me, Princess?” he asks. My mind is a foggy haze of desire; I say nothing, nodding in agreeance. I’d do anything to catch that release he keeps just out of reach. “Use your words, darling. Tell me what you want.” He says, his fingers starting to f**k me relentlessly while his palm puts pressure on my clit practically sending me over the edge.

“I want to come for you, Alpha,” I say, in a whiney ragged sigh as I try to ignore the symphony his fingers are creating to my insides, pushing me daringly close to the edge and then slowing the pace just enough to pull me back from falling over. It’s torture whatever he is doing to me.

“Mmmm,” Damon says, with a devilish smirk while he ponders my request, “no, I don’t think I am done playing in your juices or watching you squirm against me.” His words say one thing, but his fingers say something else as they pick up speed. My clit is so full it’s about to burst, but Damon doesn’t care, as his fingers work harder.

“Please, Alpha,” I beg, on the verge of slipping into a waterfall of ecstasy. not sure how much longer I can resist the o****m knocking on my door. My p***y walls clench around Damon’s fingers so tight it’s like their second skin. “Please, I can’t hold it in any longer. Please, Alpha, let me come. Please.”

“You’ve been so good,” Damon says as he peppers k**s along my neck, driving me more insane, “just a little longer, and then I’ll milk you until there is nothing left in that delectable p***y of yours.” Every nerve in my body is on fire as he strokes my sensitive, swollen flesh, playing with me as if I am an instrument only his hands have been taught to play. Sensing I am on the verge of explosion, he pulls back again, easing the tension in my muscles. A storm is brewing in the pit of my stomach, and I don’t think I can prevent the torrential downpour about to come.

One look at Damon is all it takes for him to realize I am barely holding on, and the sensation is becoming too much, almost painful. “Let it-” he starts but doesn’t need to finish as I propel forth into ecstasy, my body shuddering from the pleasure circulating in my veins.

“That’s it, babygirl,” Damon whispers, as I feel another building, my h**s rising to meet his fingers as another o****m reaches its crescendo before descent. “keep f*****g my fingers until you’ve gotten every last drop out, and then I will let you rest to prepare for your shift.”

“That’s it,” he encourages me as my h**s move faster against him, screaming his name, another tidal wave of pleasure ripping through me. as I collapse on top of him, exhausted. A rumble of primal satisfaction vibrates his chest as his fingers continue dancing along the sensitive and tender flesh.