Chapter 22 Initiation
LUCIAN:
She sucked in air, her breath catching in her throat as she stared at me. She looked between me and my bleeding arm.
Her thoughts were all over her face. Why was I asking her to lick my blood? Was it part of the initiation? But I had to urge to explain myself.
“I hate repeating myself, Tara.” My eyes darkened as I stared back at her.
She stood, already feeling disgusted. She drew closer to my arm, looking at the blood that was now rolling down my arm.
“Alpha…” She called out frantically.
“Do it, Tara,” I commanded her. With determination, she leaned in, grabbed my arm, and licked off every blood.
“Don’t stop,”
She continued licking until the blood around the area dried off. I signaled her to stop and she did, wiping my mouth. My eyes mistakenly caught her lush pink, tempting lips.
I always thought she was a short girl, but standing closer, her head went past my shoulders.
I watched my wound heal within seconds before turning my attention back to her.
“Do you feel anything?” I drew closer but she stepped back.
“No,” She shook her head, clasping her dress. Now that I was looking at it closely, the dress wasn’t as long as she had made it in the living room. It stopped way above her knees.
How had I not noticed she had such thick thighs? I see why Mason was all over her despite—
My thoughts were ruined when I heard her moan. That simple sound resurrected something in me. Something I thought had died a long time ago.
She leaned against the table for support—one hand holding her head and one clutching the edge of the table.
“Mmmh…”
The hairs on my skin stood, leaving a thrill of shock in their wake. Why did only her voice make me so fucking hard? Nobody has been able to make me feel this way since my mate died.
I wished she were moaning to something else. Like a rod, hard and long entering inside her through a tiny opening.
I shook my head, trying to jerk off my sinful thoughts. She was just a little girl who needed nothing else but guidance.
She turned toward the able, her arse hitting hard against my dick as she bent to rest her head on the table.
I gulped, really hard. Her waist was perfectly arched, ready to be pounded.
“Are you okay?” I closed the inches-long distance between us until it looked as though I wanted to enter her.
The initiation required a small drop of blood mixed with a drink. But I decided to try something new with her. I couldn’t tell how she was feeling.
“Hope I didn’t make a mistake,” I muttered.
“What's happening?” She asked. I held her waist to help support her. It was usually a sharp pain that lasted for just a split second but hers was taking longer.
She screamed, followed by a staggered breath of relief. It was finally over. I left her tiny waist and held her up until her back hit my chest. My left hand went around her neck, not to choke her but to claim her, while my right hand tapped gently on her lips, cleaning the speck of blood that she had missed.
She threw her head back, resting on my shoulder. Her body was covered in sweat
, her skin was slightly heated up.
"I want to go to my room." She requested.
"Are you alright now?"
Part of me didn't want to let her go. But...
I let go of my hold on her completely and took her hand. Gently, I pulled her toward the staircase. I noticed how staggered her steps were, so I swept her off her feet and carried her in bridal style.
The normal Tara would have fretted over my action but seeing how unfazed by it, she must be very exhausted from our exercise earlier.
By the time we got to the room, she had already fallen asleep.
"She didn't even eat lunch."
I didn't bother covering her because of his hot she was.
Everything seemed fine with her. But there was a problem.
Yes, I was having a hard time with my dick because my mind wouldn't stop thinking about Tara's moans. My thoughts escalated that afternoon—and toward evening. I couldn't stop thinking about all the things I could possibly do to her.
When it was night, I went for a cold bath to relieve my body of the earlier tension. But it was a struggle.
As soon as the bathroom door clicked, I pulled out a phone and made a call across to Mason.
"Come to the house, please. It's important. Call me when you get here." I frowned as I stared at my hard-on. I needed to get rid of it.
I dressed up and waited for him in the living room. I specifically wore jeans because whatever I tried to bring it down didn't work.
Mason arrived faster than I anticipated. The thought of a man seeing my hardened manhood didn't do anything to help. It was as though it had a mind of its own.
"The club," I ordered as I settled into the front seat.
His eyes shone with surprise. Was it because I was boarding the front seat or because I asked him to take me to the club which I had never stepped foot into?
"You're wearing jeans." His mouth dropped open even wider.
Really? That's what he was worried about?
"Mason, please, I'm in a dire situation right now. Will you take me to the club or not?" I pinched the flesh between my brows.
"Right away." He started the car and drove out of the house. Probably releasing what I had been holding back for two years would help me.
"Do you want me to come in with you?"
"No. Wait here, it won't be long." I said and walked in. I was recognized by the bouncers and was immediately granted access.
The bass was the first thing that hit. Imagine banging a girl to this kind of loud music.
My thoughts were beginning to get more sultry. I need to act fast before I lose my mind.
I scanned the environment, looking for someone who would suit my taste. But every girl was just mid. I didn't care about the big arse or big boobs. All I wanted was someone whom I feel attracted to, flat or thick.
But my efforts proved futile.
"Alpha..." I heard a sweet voice beside me but before I could turn, the person had wrapped her arm around mine.
"I haven't seen you around here before."
The cold look I gave her was enough for her to come to her senses and dismiss herself. I didn't want to embarrass anybody and that was why I let it slide.
I caught several ladies cutting eyes for me, even those who were there with their men.
My disgust took over and every urge I felt died. Guess this was all I needed to do.
I found my way out and walked back to Mason.
"So quick? Are you sure you came?" He casted me a suspicious stare. His eyes wanted to go down but I snapped.
"Don't think even think about it, you manwhore. I'll kill you." I threatened him. He chuckled, raising his hands in surrender.
"By the way, I want you to stay away from Tara."
"I don't have anything to do with her. I only see her as my...uhm...as a sister. Yes, a sister."
"And yet, you wanted to kiss her."
"I was just teasing her. She's just so innocent. And cute, if I might add."
"And I want it to be that way. Touch her and I'll cut off your dick. This is not a warning. It is a threat and I never go back on my word. You know better."
He hummed, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.
"Stay away from her. Don't touch her. Noted, Alpha." He said that but I knew he didn't mean it. I knew Mason a little too well.
"I see. So, is she the one who made you hard?"