Railed By The Alpha

Chapter 46

Thick fingers dug into my throat as Christopher leaned in closer. Whimpering breaths fled my throat and my lips parted while his free hand traveled over my back. The fabric of his shirt pressed against mine. His gaze fell over my face, eyes brimming with sheer, wild desire, only growing with every second passing by.

"You're not the saint I thought you were, Rebekah." In silence, only his voice filled my ears and echoed through the thick walls of the library he had dragged me into. "All along I felt guilty for wanting you."

"At least you felt something." I spat out without a second thought and then realized I should've sealed my mouth.

His fingers tightened in my throat, forcing me to choke on my breath, "Don't fuck with me." He tugged me forward, closer to his mouth and he remained merely a few inches away.

My chest tightened at his presence. There were things I had felt knowing well I shouldn't have. I drew my eyes away from his mouth and looked up at him, only finding lust growing. He neared and pressed himself roughly against me as my back of my legs collided with something hard behind. I didn't dare to look back.

"Alright. What do you want me to say? That I have feelings for you? That I dreamed more than once about you? Or that I have been craving your touch," I sucked in a sharp breath, realizing once more. "I'm never going to say any of that."

"You just did." He laughed, pressing himself closer. "But that's not what I want to know." He continued, shaking his head while his voice lowered to a warm, tormenting whisper.

My knees weakened and with a little push, I fell back on the couch near a table. He quickly reached over me, his hand still at my throat, holding me before I ran. His hips brushed against mine. The promising heat returned. I clenched my teeth, holding myself together but no matter how hard I tried, my body responded the way it wanted to respond.

There was no control.

"What then?" My eyes lowered to his chest. His body was hard with arousal and even harder when I trailed my hand under his shirt, closer to his growing thickness and his pants. "That I want you." I fed his ears with exactly what he wanted to hear from me. "In more ways than just one." My fingers curled at the waistband of his pants. His skin—he was warm.

"Yes." He hummed, and then growled under his breath before he swooped in for a rough kiss.

My senses reeled. I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him deeper, sucking him in like a succubus in need. He choked me harder, forcing me to part my mouth before his tongue plunged in, tasting me entirely. My pussy throbbed and wetness pooled beneath.

I drew his pants down, needing him as he pulled my shirt down, baring my breasts and my chest. My nipples turned into hard pebbles, brushing against his chest as he trailed his mouth to my neck and then my sweet spot where I had been craving him more than just usual. Like electricity, it pounded through my veins. My whole world twisted and turned.

His hot breath and the sharpness of his teeth brushed against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I wasn't sure what it was but I couldn't get enough of it.

I turned my head, my eyes fluttering shut as he continued to my nip my skin. His fingers clenched on my hips as I rubbed myself over him.

"Bite me." I moaned, arching my back ever to little. My cunt throbbed like never. A new burning heightened. It was different and it stretched all over my body.

"No." His chest shuddered as he growled before he drew his mouth lower to my chest. A hot tongue lapped against my nipple and the sensation pulsated in between my legs. I bit down hard on my lips, moaning and groaning in silence as he twisted and played with my breasts, tormenting me with such pleasure I had only dreamed of.

He moved his hand to my pants, ripping them from my body and another hand reached up to my shirt, unbuttoning and baring me before I could even take a breath.

The walls closed around me. I saw nothing and I heard nothing asides from his heavy breathing against mine. He didn't remove my underwear, instead he pressed his hand against my quivering pussy and watched the white and red cloth turn dark with my wetness.

His fingers teased me, spreading over my pussy, caressing me till I rose my hips and begged for more.

My arm reached forward, my hand nearly wrapping around his but before I could, he yanked it aside and flattened it over my stomach while something even wilder grew in the back of his eyes.

"What's wrong, Ciccio? You want everything your way? Tough luck on that. I'll play with you my way, whichever way it is." He hissed, rubbing his fingers over my covered pussy even harder.

My insides tightened. I groaned in pleasure and closed my legs but he drew them even wider over the plush couch. My brows furrowed and my hands clenched the cushion as I watched my own body give up control.

"Oh, just fuck me." I squirmed, reaching the end.

"Where is the fun in that?" He asked, pressing his index finger against my wet opening. My underwear was soaked and he enjoyed watching it. "I rather have you beg for it."

"Never."

At my response, his eyes darkened and he slipped his hand inside my underwear, his fingers against my bare clit. Sweet, warm sensations drove me to the edge. I raised my leg over the couch, spreading it wide as my heart burned in my chest.

His large hand clasped my throat. I released a trembling breath along with stream of moans.

"Beg, Ciccio." He pressured, danger in his voice. I sealed my mouth shut. Not again. His fingers quickened, rubbing violently against my clit. My cunt was throbbing, needing to be filled. The hardness of his cock brushed against my thigh. He needed me. "Tell me what you want or I swear there will be nothing filling up your hole tonight." He warned, turning his attention to my face.

He lowered his mouth to neck and clamped his mouth once more on the same exact sweet spot. My pussy wept. Countless moans left my throat. My body ached. Every nerve in my body shook.

"Christopher." I breathed, even my voice tensed.

"Yes. Tell me."

He softly pressed his finger at my entrance, teasing me to the edge, knowing well I needed more than just a finger.

Fuck.

In no time, I conformed into his demands and found myself breaking through the control. "Fill me up, please." My breaths were ragged. "I want you—please. I don't care about anything you do or don't. Fuck. I just need you right now."

My legs wrapped around his waist, curling at his back as he removed his fingers from my underwear. He drew back from my neck and I whined at the remaining sensation. My head grew hot and heavy.

"That wasn't hard, was it?" An evil smile spread over his face as he ran his hands through my body. His preyful gaze fell over me.

A gentle knock fell on the door, catching me out of surprise. I quickly rose up and covered my breasts while Christopher's head turned. His nostrils flared as he sensed someone. Another knock and then another one, it got rougher.

"Fuck." Christopher whispered, shaking his head and lifting himself of me.

I had barely finished.

No.

"Who is it?" I glanced at him, eyes wide.

"It's my brother and he's not going to leave me alone." He growled and grabbed my clothes, handing them over to me.

My face flushed red and I rose up before putting on my clothes. At my acceptance, I was denied. Great. This was going to be a long day of torment.

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