True Alpha (Jikook)

Chapter 14

And it begins... *o*

Jungkook's P.O.V.

I stand along the shore, watching the waves submerge the coast, splashing across the pale sand. 

I don't know where I am, what I am doing.

A desolation consumes me, telling me I am all alone... lost.

I watch the moon as it shines bright, still crescent, not full, but still beautiful.

A soft breeze blows by, making me shiver slightly, as I continue to watch the waves in silence. 

I stand still, not moving, as two pale arms slither around me, holding me tight. 

Who...? 

A strange warmth engulfs me as I feel the arms caress my skin.

Whoever it is, is so warm, pleasant, almost unbearable.

But the caress soon turns playful, as it tingles along my waist. Pinching me on occasion, reminding me I am not alone.

And I notice something peculiar.

...I am naked, and so is the heat, the heat that shoots through me as the body behind me stands closer, pressed to my back.

A masculine scent swarms me, complementing the touch of those fingers, which are now dragging along my chest.

I shiver and watch as it moves around, gliding along, dipping closer to my manhood without hesitation and my breath hitches.

I close my eyes, absorbing the heat... I feel no offense, as I let the fingers press, feeling my skin. And just when I thought it would move back, it pushes further south, and starts to stroke me, again without hesitation, as if it owns me.

I am aroused, I can see it, feel it. And those damned hands make it difficult to concentrate. I try to push the presence away now, but I hear a chuckle, as the certain someone bites my neck from behind, licking me sensually, lapping at my skin as if hungry for me.

A desire I never felt before makes my heart beat faster and I hear him groan as if he feels it too.

I moan, as the strokes become faster, rougher, harder. 

And I hear a groan in return, licking my ears as the presence behind me starts to hump.

I know he is a man, the scent so strong, my mind gets hazy, dizzy. All I can feel is him and all I can smell is him.

My legs starts to buckle and with another long stroke, I finally fall down on my knees, panting hard.

"S-Stop," I say, but my body has other desires, since my hips move along his as he humps into me, keeping up with his artful rhythm.

I hear him chuckle sensually, mocking me, as his lips assault my neck again, biting this time... hard. As if to punish me.

I moan louder, the pain turning me on even more. I am so lost in him, I don't even question my lewd behavior.

I can't get enough of him, I can't think with him around.

He presses down on me, and makes me bow to the waves, his palms slapping my dick and hips pumping faster.

I try to reach him, shaking slightly with the overwhelming sensation flowing in me, I want to touch him, swallow him whole for he is my own.

I want to see his eyes, see his face, but... why can't I touch him. His eyes, his hair, I can't... I can't see him. Why?