The Alpha's Vixen

The Alpha's Bite

"Found you!"

I had absolutely no clue what to do next. I had not weapons on me, no cuffs, no whip, nothing. The only thing I could count on was my ability to perform self defense. And so, when he neared me slowly and hungrily, I ran towards him and tried my best to kick, punch, scratch- anything to get him down on the ground. Nothing worked though, and he just stood there, fanged, red eyed, feral and hungry.
"Feisty, I like it!" He growled as he wrapped his fingers around my wrists and dragged me to the bed, where he pinned me down on the bed allowing the softness of the delicate mattress to consume me.
I refused to look at him, but asked with a heavy pant, "What the hell are you? A serial killer with a fetish for vampire cosplay?"
This made him chuckle slightly, before saying, "You really haven't started feeling it yet?"
My brows furrowed in confusion, and I finally managed to look up at him, shivering slightly at the sight of those hungry red eyes. "Feel what?"
"The sparks."
*Sparks! What the hell was going on? Was he trying to electrocute me or something?*
"Look, Mr Michaels, you can let me go and refrain from killing me. I won't even mention anything about tonight, nothing at all. All I ask, is that you allow me to leave here unscathed."
By now his face was mere inches from mine, and he began growling again, making his chest vibrate against mine.
"Let you go? Now why would I do that, when you belong to me." Slowly he removed one of his hands from my wrists and used only one hand to pin them down. He then used his free hand to glide across the skin of my bare stomach. It was excruciatingly pleasurable, and soon, I felt shivers run through me as I began to feel the sharp, stinging sensation of claws being dragged along my skin. I looked down and was shocked to see that Mr Michaels actually had real, long claws physically growing from his fingers. If he was not cosplaying, then what was actually going on?
I was about to question him again when I felt his hands move towards the band of my underwear, and immediately something panicked and frightened awoke in me, causing me to push him off of me. He didn't move too far away, but had a strange, confused look on his face as he watched me panting and beginning to stand on my own two, shaking legs. I was not about to be vulnerable in front of him, no matter how much my body craved and desired his touch.
I gulped, and then said seethingly, "Do not touch me!"
As soon as he heard this, he smirked and then growled, "I will touch whatever is mine."
By now I was tired of him calling me his. Nowhere on my body was there a name even closely resembling his. I was tired of belonging to people, and so I told him sternly, "I am not, and never will be yours."
If only I had not said those words, because, in a matter of seconds, Mr Michaels was once again on top of me. However, his playful, predatory look was now replaced by one of pure rage and anger, as though he were ready to take my life right then and there. And so, with a final breath, I closed my eyes, prepared to be killed by this strange beast-like creature, on top of me, which once upon a time was my boss. Within a few seconds, I felt a sharp, excruciating pain shooting through my neck and flow from my every nerve right down to the tips of me toes. My body was on fire, and for a moment I thought he had used a branding iron on my neck, until I felt the sensation of a tongue against my skin and realised that the pain was coming from his sharp fangs which were lodged deeply into my flesh. I wanted so badly to scream out in the pain which was consuming me, drowning me in an ocean of it, suffocating me with it's torturous clutches. I, however refrained, allowing only a single tear to fall from my shut eyes. Soon, I felt him sink his teeth in deeper and he growled once more before removing his fangs painfully from my flesh. My body began falling limp, and the burning, painful sensation grew into something I could only describe as the equivalent of having my body thrown into a fire. I could no longer hold in the screams of pain itching to be released, and found myself screaming out loudly and uncontrollably as my body began thrashing against the softness of the bed. I no longer felt the presence of my boss anywhere near me which was a relief as I hoped that I would die before he managed to torture me anymore. Slowly the thrashing began subsiding, but the pain began increasing rapidly, and I found my ears begin to ring loudly as darkness consumed me, coating me in a reassuring hug.
This was it.
This was my final moment as Jasmine Spectra and what I gullible believed to be my final moment alive.

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