The Possessive Alpha
Chapter 55

ELLE POV

An appreciative rumble from Damon encourages me to push him against the wall with a crazed need I didn’t know I possess. My tongue nibbles along Damon’s jawline, fueling my desire even more as my hands explore his body. My thighs tingle as Damon wraps my legs around his waist so he can press my back against the wall, his h**s pressing against mine as his hard c**k presses into my wet core.

Damon’s teasing hands leave a trail of sparks along my inner thigh, leaving me a whimpering mess, begging for more, “Not yet, biscuit,” Damon murmurs into my ear as his teeth nibble the lobe, my p***y throbbing as my h**s move against him. “You need to be punished for your poor choices.” He says before putting his lips around my marking spot, my eyes rolling as my head rests against the wall, lost in the euphoria of being near him.

Carrying me over to the sink, Damon sets me back on my wobbly feet before turning me around, forcing me to bend over the sink, my a*s raised in the air. The raw, dominating power that rolls off him is unlike anything I have experienced; there is a roughness about his actions that hadn’t been present in previous encounters.

Despite the unexpected roughness, I cannot help the slick wetness dripping from p***y as his hands slowly pull my dress over my a*s and h**s to lay it on the small of my back. Without warning, Damon’s large connects with my a*s in a loud smack, startling me enough to jump, but I can’t help the involuntary m**n that escapes my lips.

Expecting another slap on my a*s, I am slightly unsettled as Damon massages the red skin, his fingers right on the edge of my p***y, but never touching it drives me insane with need. As the sting from the first slap recedes, Damon’s hand rears back, smacking me once more with a little more force.

“Do you understand why you’re being punished?” He leans down to whisper in my ear, his hand giving gentle caresses trying to temper and counteract the soreness. Without waiting for a response, Damon answers the question himself, “Because you blatantly disobeyed the rules set to protect you. There are consequences to your actions, Biscuit.” As he finishes telling me this, his hand reconnects with my a*s with slightly more force than before, causing me to buck and whimper in wanton desperation. Not breaking for any gentleness, Damon rears back twice more, each time with more force.

“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?” Damon asks as his eyes connect with mine in the mirror, the l**t raging between us palpable and electric.

“Yes,” I say, in a whisper, as I try to wrangle the carnal desire under control but fail miserably as his hand rubs my a*s, using his pinky to run over the panties soaked in my arousal.

“Yes, what?” He questions, his voice dripping with unquenched l**t as he eyes me bent over the sink, an appreciative smile on my lips.

“Yes, Alpha,” I say willingly for the first time since knowing him, shocking both of us at how submissive I have become in this situation.

“Good girl,” Damon whispers into my shoulder as he litters small delicate k****s along it, his finger hooking into my underwear as he slides the silk panties down my thighs; stepping behind me, Damon uses his knee to spread my legs further apart before kneeling to k**s my a*s where the red mark resides.

As if my body has a mind of its own, I can’t help the involuntary reaction adjusting my h**s closer to his face, the wetness from my p***y coating my thighs. Inhaling deeply, a growl escapes, enjoying the smell of my arousal as a single finger runs over the slit, my knees buckling from the intimacy.

“You’re so wet for me,” Damon purrs, the arrogance clear in his voice. Widening my thighs one last time, he buries his face between my thighs as his tongue swarms teasingly around my swollen clit. My h**s move rhythmically against his face in desperation as tension only Damon can create forms in my stomach.

The loud bass from the club drowned out my cries of pleasure from those standing outside the door, “Damon, more,” are the only words I can manage to plead for my release as his tongue shoves itself between my folds, attempting to lick me clean.

The pressure of an o****m is rising in my gut, and I am right on the edge of release when Damon’s tongue suddenly stops moving, and his face pulls away from my p***y that’s begging for a release. Standing behind me, he pulls roughly on my red hair, forcing me to look at his reflection in the mirror.

Without warning, Damon shoves his thick fingers deep inside while his thumb replays the alphabet on my clit. I close my eyes to relish in the feeling of his fingers buried within my folds, only to hear Damon’s gruff voice commanding otherwise. “Open your eyes, Biscuit. I want you to look at me while you come.”

Immediately opening my eyes at his command, I meet his in the mirror, all of my attention focused solely on him as his fingers assault my p***y relentlessly, my squeals getting louder and more uncontrollable. “That’s it, baby girl,” Damon murmurs in amazement as his eyes watch me earnestly, “come for your Alpha.”

All it took was his encouragement to make my p***y clench around his fingers in uncontrollable spasms. The blinding ecstasy from my climax ripples throughout my body in unrelenting waves, Damon’s fingers still milking every last drop from my p***y. As his fingers keep thrusting against my walls, a second o****m stirs within, causing me to cry from the overwhelming pleasure. Within seconds my eyes roll back as my body shudders against Damon once more in a blinding release.

My p***y is still clenching wildly from the effects of multiple o*****s as he removes his fingers from me before raising them to his lips, licking me clean from them. While I lay across the sink, still trying to catch my breath and steady myself from our little rendevous, Damon bends over to pull my panties back up, placing them squarely on my h**s as he pulled my dress back over my h**s.

“Come on, Biscuit,” Damon whispers as he presses a light k**s to the top of my head, “we need to get you back to the rest of the party.”

Still dazed, I stand slowly, my legs still quivering in from the aftermath of two delectable o*****s in a row, but the mention of my party snaps me back to reality; as I look at Damon, the questions I had forgotten earlier in the heat of our passion rearing their ugly head once again.

“Damon, when did you get to New York?” I ask, refusing to leave the bathroom until these questions are answered.

“A few hours after you did,” he responds as if it’s no big deal. “Now, let’s go back to the VIP section and your friends.”

“Why did you come?” I continue, planting my feet on the ground, refusing to leave this bathroom until these questions are answered. Many things in my life are a mystery, and Damon is one of them, is becoming too much to handle.

“Because I didn’t trust Jonah to put your best interests first or protect you,” Damon retorts, his patience thinning at my questions.

“And based on the old creep at the theater and Fennick tonight, I was right in my assessment.”

“And that’s the only reason you came to the city?” I ask, secretly hoping he says no, but based on the look on his face, I know he will never admit the true reason for following me into the city, and I am growing tired of the uncertainty between us. It’s obvious we both want each other desperately, but the uncertainty of being mates keeps us from admitting it, and it’s a type of torture I never imagined.

“Yes,” Damon responds, “that’s the only reason I came to New York City.”

Knowing it’s pointless to argue, I say, “Very well,” keeping my voice strong so he doesn’t see or hear the disappointment in my words. I understand the logic behind his decision, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. Straightening my dress, I plaster a stoic expression on my face before following him out of the restroom, earning curious looks from the human bystanders as we weave through them on our way back to the table in silence.