The Hunted: Escaping The Alpha

Chapter 1

"Do you want to stay for another drink?" Mark asked me. We'd had two rounds already and I was getting a bit bored of small talk. We'd been hooking up for a few weeks, having met through a dating app. We both knew we were only interested in one thing.

"How about we just go back to mine?" I respond, greedily eyeing him up and down. He was a lot different to my usual type. Blond, well-kempt and slim. You could see he worked out, but more in a 'I do triathlons' type of way rather than lifting weights. I was far more interested in men who had a bit rough and ruggedness about them. However, this pretty-boy scratched an itch rather well so I wasn't complaining.

"Sounds good to me," He eyed me hungrily as I slid off my bar stool and led the way out to hail a taxi. It was a short cab ride but as we sat in the back, I let his hands wonder up the inside of thighs. He pushed my underwear aside and lightly stroked me using his thumb to circle my clit. I gently palmed his cock through his jeans, enjoying the feel of it harden as he slowly pushed two fingers inside me.

"Your so wet. You want me, don't you? You want me to fuck you hard?"

"Yes," I whispered in his ear and lightly tugged at his ear lobe with my teeth. His dark eyes were hooded with desire. I needed a release and he seemed very willing to give it to me.

Mark threw some cash at the taxi driver as we arrived at my flat, hurrying inside. I immediately push him against door, tearing at the buttons of his shirt as he kissed my neck and roughly squeezed my arse with both hands, firmly pressing his massive hard-on against me.

"You're feisty tonight," He went to push me to the wall to take control but I wasn't having any of that. I pushed him back into the door and brought my lips to his firmly, kissing him with a primal need.

"You're. freakishly. Strong." He growled as he pulled his hips towards mine. His fingers brushed up the side of my dress. His hand stopped to caress my breast while the other slid lower and disappeared underneath the thin fabric to grab my arse harder, his fingers slipping inside my knickers and edging down the crease.

I took a step back, pulled my dress off and let him follow me down the hallway to my bedroom. Pushing him down onto the bed and straddling him, I could feel his cock straining at his pants, rubbing against me. In a practiced move he unclipped my bra and threw it across the room. His tongue slowly trailed down my neck and stopped at my nipple where he began nibble lightly and suck. One hand working on my opposite breast, while his other hand moved inside my knickers, stroking my clit, slowly moving his fingers inside me.

I groaned as I felt a wave of pleasure flood through me.

I moved off him and helped him remove his his pants. His large cock sprang out and I slowly trailed my tongue up and down its length. Meeting his eyes, I wrapped my lips around the tip and sucked gently, enjoying his groans pleasure.

"Ah Rio, Fuck yes!" I could feel him get even harder in my mouth. Releasing him I Slowly crawled up his body until our mouths met and he let out a hungry groan. He rolled me over onto my back. Leaning over me, his lips found my nipple. He bit lightly and softly kissed all the way down my body to my knickers. As he removed them, he held one leg high and gently licked, kissed and nibbled my leg from calf up to my thigh and over my very wet clit. I felt a warm wave of pleasure as his tongue slid over me again and again until I was close to coming.

"You taste so good."

"Fuck me Mark," I demanded.

At that he leaned up and spread my thighs wide with his knees. Lowering himself onto me the tip of his firm cock found my folds. He gripped my hips fiercely and pushed himself fully into me in one hard thrust.

I screamed in pleasure as he continued to fill me entirely, pressing his lips to mine. I cried out his name as he brought me over the edge, my clit pulsing and legs shaking. With a groan I felt him harden inside me as he quickly followed.

He pressed his forehead to my should as he slowly pulled out of me, catching his breath. "Fuck, Rio I'm really falling for you."

What the fuck? I was instantly snapped out of my post-orgasm haze by the weirdness of the comment. Way to ruin a good shag.

"Erm, what?" I moved back to get a better look at him to see if he was joking.

He wasn't joking. I jumped off the bed pulling on the nearest items of clothing I could find.

"I just feel really connected to you, you know, when we're making love." He was looking at me with lustful, puppy-dog eyes.

Making love? Gross.

"Look, Mark – It's just sex – good sex, but that's it. We weren't making love – we were fucking." I started to throw his clothes at him – time for him to leave. "I'm sorry if somehow you got the wrong idea. It's probably best that you go."

"You're kicking me out? After everything? what about us?"

Us? After everything? What was he talking about? This guy must have been on crack.

"There is no 'us' Mark. It was just a fling." He picked the clothes I had thrown at him and started to make his way toward me with his hands in front of him.

"Don't say that," He actually look like he was going to cry.

"Please, you need to go. Now." I backed away from him, keeping a good distance.

"Rio, baby," his eyes were pleading with me, but I had no sympathy or emotion toward this man. I just wanted him out my fucking flat.

"Just go," I'd lost my patience. I tried being nice, but I'd never been particularly good at it. That coupled with his outpour of his feelings was really starting to grind on me.

He started to quickly re-dress himself and headed to the door.

"This isn't over. I want you Rio. I'm going to have you."

"No, just no!" Irritation quickly turned to rage at his bullshit attempt at being macho. I pushed him out the door and slammed it shut.

I'm going to have you. As if. And, what was with men thinking they could fucking own me?

Why do I always attract weirdo's?