Alpha Blood Box Set(3)
It was at that moment the door to the room opened and Luke stepped inside. His eyes fell on the empty tray in front of me, and then to me, covered as I was in the remains of my breakfast. He smirked, and shut and locked the door behind himself. “It seems you enjoyed your breakfast,” he teased.
My anger was rekindled by his smirk, but only partially. The need inside of me dampened the flame of ire. “You put something in it, didn’t you?” I accused him.
He walked over to me and picked up the apple core. Even that was partially chewed. “Only a little wolf’s bane. It adds a unique flavor for our kind that is similar to an aphrodisiac.” I didn’t understand what it was or what kind about which he was talking, but I understood the second part about the aphrodisiac. That explained the sensual need inside of me clawing to get out. He tossed the core back onto the tray and turned to me with those bright eyes. “It seems to have affected you quite well. How are you feeling?”
“Hot,” I hoarsely whispered to him. I couldn’t help myself when my hand reached up and brushed the naked skin of my long shirt collar. My flesh was hot and wet from sweat, and I shuddered at the feel of my own fingers caressing my skin.
Through the lens of my sensual emotions I saw his grin take on a more feral appearance as his teeth shone out beneath his lips. His eyes brightened as they had before, and I swear they changed color from blue to yellow. “You look very flushed. Let me help you to your bed.” I was languid and submissive as he picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bed. He set me on the soft covers, and my hands grasped them when a wave of heat swept over me. I shuddered, and he sat down at my side. His hand came up and brushed aside wet strands of my hair, soaked as they were in my hot sweat. His touch lit a fire that I couldn’t quench with food; I wanted something more. “You look ravishing,” he whispered to me.
I gasped for breath. His voice was deep and sultry, and there was a tremor in the tone that told me how badly he wanted me. I wanted the same, and I purred and moaned at every touch of his hands against me. His right hand slid down my soaked shirt and over my heaving breasts. He paused over the pert peaks and teased me with promises, but his hand kept going down over my stomach to the waistband of my jeans. They felt tight, too tight, and I strained to break free of them. It was his pleasure to pop open my pants button and draw down the zipper, but it was all so tantalizingly slow.
I whimpered, trying to tell him that I wanted faster, that I wanted him. He chuckled and buried his face into my neck, nuzzling me while his hand toyed with my underwear. I cursed it for being there and for keeping his fingers from touching my naked skin. He toyed with the waistband of those before his hand slipped inside. I wanted him inside me, but his fingers danced soothingly over my skin and rustled into my thick bristle of hair. He navigated the jungle and brushed across my folds, and I jumped when he ghosted over the sensitive spot between my legs.
His breath against my throat was harsh and raspy. He strained against his urge to ravish me like we both wanted. “Do you like that?” he growled.
“Y-yes,” I stuttered out. I couldn’t lie to him. I wasn’t thinking enough to say anything but the truth.
“Do you want more?”
“Y-yes.”
“How badly do you want it?”
“Badly.”
“Good.” Luke pulled his hand away, and I cried out in agony and disappointment. He sat up and smirked down at me. “Remember how badly you want it. Next time I might oblige you.” I whimpered and squirmed, but he stood and stepped over to the door. His eyes smoldered with need, but his mind was too strong to overcome the sensual demands of carnal desire. “Good morning.” He gave his farewell and left me lying there covered in sweat and with my thighs soaked with my own need.
I grasped the covers and kicked my legs, throwing a tantrum like some child punished for disobeying their parent. This child wanted, no, needed her desire quenched. I craved his fingers against me, touching me and pleasuring me like no other man. Unbidden my hand reached down and dipped beneath my underwear. I gasped when my fingers brushed against my sensual nerves, sending a shiver up my body.
It wasn’t like his, though, and that frustrated me. I wanted that same pleasure of a man touching me and toying with me, but I had to settle for this. My finger dipped between my wet, hot folds and rubbed the bundle of delight between my thighs. I groaned and squirmed above the covers, and my hips rocked in rhythm with the beat of an erotic dance. Little shoots of delicious pleasure pulsed out from between my thighs and swelled over me, penetrating my mind with thoughts of him on top of me.
I imagined his strong muscles pressing down against my bare breasts, and our groans filling the air as we thrust against each other. His arms would be wrapped around me, holding me to him as he penetrated me again and again. Our sweat-covered bodies would writhe and squirm together trying to become one as we reached the height of carnal lust. His grunts and groans would echo in my ears, and when my body couldn’t take any more I would scream out his name for the world to hear.
“Oh god,” I moaned out loud. My finger brushed harder and faster against me. My other hand massaged the bed covers and my back arched to push my pert buds into the air. All I could think about was him; inside of me, pressing against me. My carnal thoughts were unfulfilled with his absence, and that drove me to the brink of insanity. I needed him, desired him, and he had left me.
I was in a frenzy to free myself and find some solace in my solitude. My free hand wrenched at the buttons of my shirt, tearing them away and opening my breasts to the stifling air. They were swollen and pushing up against my bra. With a flick of my fingers the strap was undone and they were freed. With a wild toss the shirt and bra flew across the room while my finger worked its magic between my thighs. The thrills of pleasure ran through me, but it still wasn’t enough. I needed one last push to make up for his being gone. My free hand grasped one of my breasts and massaged the pulsing, swollen mound of flesh. It was slick and round, and I milked myself for sensual fulfillment.
“Oh god, please. Please.” I moaned. So close, oh so close. The heat was unbearable, the tension strong. I could feel myself creeping closer to the edge of bliss. Almost there. I tossed back my head and cried to the heavens my satisfaction. “Oh god, yes. Yes! Yes!” My world burst into a million lights with a million tingles of pleasure. I shook and shivered, and squirmed atop the covers.
For all its buildup the moment was gone in a flash. The pleasure faded and I slumped down atop the covers, my body covered in sweat and myself. I gasped for breath and my body tingled with delight, but there was still something wrong. I’d reached satisfaction, but that wasn’t enough. I needed him to reach the full height of my sexual potential. He needed to be the one to take me to heavenly bliss. I whimpered and brushed a hand through my hair.
That’s when I froze. What the hell was I doing? This man was my jailer, my kidnapper, my enemy. I shouldn’t have wanted him that way. I should have starved to death rather than follow this path of almost unbearable aphrodisiac-induced sexual arousal. I would have smacked myself if I’d had the energy, but all I could do was lay there and let the effects of the poisoned food wear off. I berated myself a thousand times over, and promised myself a million times to let myself starve. He wouldn’t want to have sex with a skeleton woman, not if he’d chosen my plump body.
A sudden thought struck me. What if I did displease him? What would he do to me then? Would I be tossed out on a pile of corpses made up of the other girls who’d displeased him? My heart thumped fast and I found the energy to sit up. There wasn’t any evidence of other people in the room, but psychopaths were clever, and this guy was definitely a psychopath. I needed to escape, but I needed to bide my time and make him think I was following his orders when I was really planning to undermine him.
4
I had another look around my cage and noticed a door on the wall behind the small table. I scuttled over to it, and was relieved and overjoyed to find it was unlocked. The door opened, but my hopes were dashed. Inside was a simple bathroom made in the same bland style as the larger room. Still, I wouldn’t let a little disappointment slow me down. If there was anything college had taught me, there was always a way out with some excuse or escape route.
I stepped inside and inspected the walls for a window. There was a small one opposite the door, but that was bricked up. I’d have better luck with the boarded up windows, so I went back into the large room and took another look at those ones. The railroad spikes stared back at me, mocking me with their strength, but there were ways to get past them. They weren’t screwed in, at least not as far as I could tell, so maybe I could pry them loose bit by bit.
My fingers danced over the rough edges of the boards looking for a handhold, but they were nailed too close together. I’d need something thin and tough to wedge between them if I was going to pry the boards loose. I glanced over my shoulder and my eyes fell on the tray that man Alistair had brought in. That looked sturdy enough, and it was the only thing in sight to help me. I dashed over, quietly removed the remains of food and dishes, and ran back to the window. The tray was made of some sort of sturdy metal, and thin enough I could slip it between a few of the wider gaps between the boards.