Chapter 18

STILL CHAOS’ POV

I tried to turn my head but that was a wrong move because in no less than a second, my very naked mate was back on top of me and held my head in both hands so I had no option but to face me. He leaned in and gave me the softest kiss I have ever had the pleasure of receiving. It was filled with so much desire and love that it had my body thrumming with want and need.

My mate let out a growl when my arousal leaked out like an open faucet. It was so heavy in the air that I felt like chocking and I was amazed by how my mate hadn’t snapped yet and was still very much in control. But I was proven wrong when I saw sweat trailing profusely down his body and the almost feral look in his eyes. I burrowed further into the bed when his right hand found its way into my line of vision and his nails were replaced with claws.

“You look beautiful in this dress” he said in an animalistic tone that had me almost convulsing with orgasm

“Thank you” I replied in a small voice

“Sorry” was all he said afterwards before the claws came down on my dress.

I heard the sound of a ripping and looked down only to find my dress in shreds and I was lying in my underwear. I guess my mate didn’t appreciate them because they were next. His claws retracted and he pulled all my shredded clothes away from the bed and to goddess knows where. I shivered when the cold wind swept over my body and I couldn’t help but moan when my nipples hardened. I reached a hand out to soothe it when I was stopped. A chuckle sounded when I whined in protest.

“You tease me. Now, my turn” the same animalistic voice said with amusement lacing his tone

I huffed in annoyance when both my hands where gathered above my head and to my uttermost dismay tied to the bedpost. I tried tugging my hands out of it but it proved futile. It seemed to be entertaining for my mate because he just hovered over me and chuckled to his heart’s content. Idiotic dominant alphas.

I stopped though and tried to close my leg shut when I felt the cold nipping on my core. But like before another wrong move. My mate’s gaze left my face and tied hands to trail down my body. His eyes darkened and heated more as if the way it was before was disturbing as it is.

He had me moaning when his fingers started tormenting me. Trailing it from collarbone, he ventured down to my breasts to which he massaged, pinched and tugged. My nipples hardened and even then, he didn’t stop till I was screaming with desire asking for more.

He stopped then. Denying me of the pleasure I was dying for. He continued down my stomach and then to my navel before trailing downwards. He sat back on his heels before reaching for my legs and spreading them apart.

I gasped and moaned when cold air danced over my core but that wasn’t enough for my mate because my knees where bent till my core was on display. My mate growled when he saw how wet I was. He trailed a finger on my core. Tracing it and making it more sensitive than it already was. I screamed when he reached my clit and started rubbing it without mercy. I thrashed on the bed whiles trying to tug myself out of my restraints but it was useless yet again and my mate didn’t relent on his torture.

My chest heaved as I panted and tried to breathe even though it was getting more difficult by the second. I could feel my mate’s heated gaze on my core and that wasn’t helping either. If anything, it made me wetter than before. I could feel my juices gushing out of me like a broken pipe line and it was insane. I tensed when a finger entered me but it didn’t last long because another finger found my clit and resumed rubbing.

I tried to close my legs but it was met with threatening growls and harsh spanks on my thighs that I stopped trying. I felt like a ticking time bomb. Ready to explode at the least mistake. I tried to move away from the evil finger that was thrusting slowly in and out of me. I wished it will pick up speed even if it was a little but my sadistic mate just wants to torture the living daylights out of me so I didn’t even bother asking.

Anytime I moved back, the finger follows but the rhythm of its thrust changes. From hard to deeper and slow to torturously slower. I could hear screams and loud moans as well as chuckles and grunts and cuss words. I knew the later part was my mate but I didn’t recognize the owner of the former. It took me a while though but I figured it out. It was me. I sounded like a freaking banshee and that made me flush all over.

This torture went on for a while. I even felt tightening in the pits of my stomach and the urge to release and let go but anytime I would be close, my mate will immediately stop all his administrations and kiss me softly or suck on my nipples before going back again. This went on for goddess knows how long, but then I figured it was long enough because of the sweat that we were both bathed in. It glistened in the moon light that had sneaked its way through the gaps between the curtains.

A scream tore from my lips when his evil finger retracted itself from my body but only to return with two more siblings. I felt full and my body tried to prevent them from going any further. Hell, I felt like my core was being torn into pieces.

My mate leaned towards my ears and whispered words of comfort and encouragement into my ears whiles his thumb rubbed on my clit slowly. Easing the pain and loosening my tensed body. He showered my face with kisses and gentle caresses till he was sure I was lost in pleasure before his evil fingers started tormenting me again. The pleasure I felt before is nothing compared to what I am feeling now. It has all been tripled and I could feel myself falling into an abyss of passion and desire.m My body shook with the overload of lust and arousal it was receiving.

I thought this was mad desire until I felt the fingers curl inside me and rub a certain spot hidden there. I screamed and bucked on the bed as my mate growled and kept rubbing against it without relenting. I tried to get the fingers out of me but it failed. My mate only rubbed harder. I clenched harder against his fingers but that only seem to excite him more. I took a last resort and tried to close my legs but it also failed miserably that I wished I had never done that.