Chapter 7 Slick and slithers

Chapter 7 Slick and slithers
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I stand there half-naked, cupping my boobs with my nipples caught between my index and middle fingers.

My cunt tells me I’ve done more harm than good. Slick. Wet. Throbbing. My stance has my thighs pressed together, desperate for friction.

Still and expectant, I wait for the explosion. For evidence that I just blew up his world and finally got the upper hand—anything that makes him want me closer before I eventually take the life from his arrogant lungs. 

I wait for Alpha Kane to snarl, to slam me against the wall, to punish me for daring to leave the Devil hard and denied. But he doesn’t. 

The confirmation and validation don’t come. My smile falls.

He leans back against the wooden seat, impressed and erect, his fingers gently caressing the furry arms of the chair.  

Those alluring, deep brown eyes lock on me, dragging over me like a touch while his fist stays wrapped around his cock, giving it a firm, slow stroke like my little stunt turned him on more than it pissed him off.

The corner of his mouth curls into a murderous smirk that causes my stomach to flip. 

Alpha Kane doesn’t utter a single word.

He lets me drown in silence, lets my confidence falter before he rises swiftly from the chair, pulling up his leather pants with a calmness that causes goosebumps to rise on my skin.

The rug beneath burns my feet, and I take an instinctive step back, eyeing the door for an easy escape. He notices. Of course he does.

Fear seeps in. Why isn’t he saying a damn thing? 

Alpha Kane crosses the large room, yanks open a dark wooden cabinet, and pops something small and red into his mouth. 

I barely have time to register it before the distance between us thins. His firm grip tangles in my locs, twisting tight and jerking my head back so hard my scalp sings. 

“Please!” I hiss.

His blood-red lips crash into mine, brutal, no warning. No breathing space. My mouth slips open under the pressure of his forceful tongue, and he shoves the pill past my teeth, down my throat. 

I choke, palming his chest to shove him off.

“Take it,” he growls, sealing the kiss until I swallow. And I do. The unknown pill slides down my throat in seconds. 

Pulling back just enough to watch my eyes water, Alpha Kane holds my gaze. His eyes are taunting. Assessing. Mocking. “You’ll beg, little bomb.”

His voice is as smooth as velvet, fingers grazing the tendons of my neck. “You’ll beg me to fuck you.”

I am too stunned to speak.

He callously drags me by the hair through a side door I didn’t even know existed. A dark inner chamber, lit only by sunlight bleeding through transparent black curtains. I can see out. He can see in. 

He shoves me inside and I land on my back, pain shooting up my spine. “Please, no! Please. Please!” I desperately beg. “I am sorry, Alpha. I beg your grace!”

“Stay.” One word. A growled command that rattles my bones deeply.

“Come out before I fetch you and you’ll spend seven long nights in the dungeon choking on your own screams. Defy me, Omega. I dare you.” 

The words curl around his tongue, brimming with hate and disgust, before he slams the door harshly, giving my body another involuntary jolt. 

I press my back to the wall, heart hammering so loud I swear he can hear it through the curtains. The inner room has his smell and I hate what that does to my stomach. 

Minutes crawl. Nothing happens.

I watch him through the gauze like a trapped animal watching the butcher sharpen knives, as he sits on the edge of the bed, as he pours himself a drink.

Was I supposed to beg?

Is that what he wants?

Suddenly, the main door opens with a creak and a tall, elegant woman waltzes in. Not Luna Daciana. 

One of his usual conquests, I guess. She smiles at him like he’s a god. He doesn’t smile back, just crooks a finger and beckons to her. 

I don’t need a soothsayer to know what’s going on. Like everyone has said, the Alpha is a damned dog. Fucks anything but his own wife.

A scoff slips out of me and I press my face against the gauze to see clearly. Did he really think my watching him fuck one of his whores would shake me?

“Take it off,” he orders the woman wearing a dress as thin as a net. She does without question, slipping the straps off her shoulders and the dress comes down in a heap at her feet.

Alpha Kane anchors her naked out of the heap, then his hands travel down and unbuckle his belt, sliding down his pants as his cock props up.

He flips her around to face the room where I am hidden. I don’t think she knows a slave is hiding in here.

One hand anchors her waist while the other slides over her mouth to muffle her sounds. She throws her head back, her legs already trembling slightly before he gently lowers her to his legs, driving his thick, hard cock into her slick cunt.

“Oh!” She gasps, steadying herself atop him, her legs parted so widely and her eyes rolled back, I fear they’ll fall out.

My skin ignites. I try to look away but can’t. It happens too suddenly..

Every inch of me is too hot. My nipples ache against the air. My thighs clench and it’s not enough.  

Nothing is enough. 

A wave of liquid want slams into me so hard I gasp out loud. My knees buckle. I grab the curtain to stay upright and it rustles.

He hears. Alpha Kane’s head tilts toward the dark room, eyes glimmering with mischief.

That jelly pill was a fucking aphrodisiac.

Another wave hits. I bite my lip until I taste blood, but the moan slips out anyway. My clit is throbbing in time with my heartbeat. 

At the same time, the lady bounces on his cock, filling the room with the sound of skin slapping skin, his grunt, and her pitched moans. “Oh! Alpha! Ah yes!” She screams, riding him like her life depends on it.

He presses her head low, makes her touch the ground, and thrusts hard into her without patience, keeping his eyes locked on the gauze like he sees me.

Like he knows I am suffering. 

I’m dripping down my own legs and I can’t stop it. I squeeze my thighs together and it only makes it worse. The pleasure spikes so sharply I whimper.

His eyes never leave the dark room.

Never leave me.

I’m burning alive.

I fist my hands in the curtain, panting, grinding against nothing. 

My whole body is a lit fuse and he’s the only one with water. I hate him. I want him. I’m terrified he’ll open that door and I’m twice as terrified he won’t.

He keeps fucking her. He fucks her hard, making me wish it were me. But the whole time he’s watching me fall apart. 

His lips move, no sound reaches me, but I read them clear as day.

“Beg.”

Son of a bitch. 

Another rush of heat descends and I double over, a broken cry tearing out of me. My fingers slide between my legs without permission, desperate for friction, for relief, for him.

I rub on my clits, letting out a choked cry as beads of sweat form across my forehead. This desire isn’t something I can rid myself of.

I—

I need him. My throat goes dry and I try to stand up, but when I do, the small room spins and it’s the last thing I see before darkness takes over. 

I wake up choking on straw and the stink of horse shit.

My whole body aches like I’ve been beaten with a club. 

I’m sprawled on a thin cot in the maids’ quarters, still wearing the torn slave dress from yesterday, and still very much unfucked.

Someone dumped me here while I was unconscious. Fortunately, I don’t feel like a raging whore anymore.

I hate Alpha Kane.

I hate him so much that it’s the only solid thing left inside me.

A fist pounds on the door and it flies open before I can even sit up. Two guards barge in, grab my arms, and haul me off the cot. “Luna Daciana wants you. Now.”

“Everyone does,” I groan. I don’t even fight. My legs barely work. 

What the hell does the bitch want from me?

Their steel-like grip bites into my skin as they drag me across the courtyard, past gaping servants, straight to the old storage barn behind the stables. 

The guards shove me. I land with my face in the dust, just inches away from a familiar vintage red heels and a black, overflowing dress that I trail up to meet Luna Daciana’s face glaring down at me. 

Her arms are folded, perfect blonde styled into a ponytail. She never looks like less of an angel, then acts like a complete demon.

“Good evening, little rat,” she chirps. “I seemed to have misplaced a diamond earring in the barn. Be a dear and fetch it for me.”

She smiles with all her teeth.

I stare at her, my brain still foggy. “That’s… it? You brought me here to find an earring?”

She leans in, her perfume choking me. “Oh, did I forget to mention? The barn has a slight pest problem.” Her eyes glimmer. “You can’t expect me to go in there myself, do you?”

She snaps her fingers and the guards shove me forward, into the dark barn. I stumble through the doors, scraping my knees as I land. Behind me, the iron door slams shut and a heavy bar drops into place.

Darkness swallows me whole. I crawl up to my feet, squinting and staggering to navigate. 

How the hell am I supposed to find some stupid earring inside this pitch black barn? 

The air inside is thick and hot. Hay crunches under my bare feet. “It’s too dark to find anything in here!” I yell, right before I hear the dry, papery whisper of scales on wood. 

My breathing slows. The sound comes in all directions and I recognize it all too well. The damn floor is practically moving. 

My heart slams against my ribs. Slight pest problem. It rings in my head.

I am going to kill that bitch.

Because this barn—

This barn is filled with snakes.