Chapter 23

Hope

“The blue drink?” Confused, I stared from his trembling hands to his face and back again in quick succession. I didn’t know what was going on but at the same time I didn’t really care. My whole body felt like it was being zapped with electricity.

“The blue drink.” He repeated and his voice shook in a way that almost made me moan out loud. “Deacon would have brought it to you.” His eyes grew hooded and his nostrils flared. The hands moved up higher, pushing the red silk above my knees.

And with the way I was sat. With my feet almost touching the arms of his chair it laid me almost bare for him.

I didn’t care much about that either.

I wanted to be bare for him, which was strange because I had never been much of an exerbitionist. Lincoln seemed to bring something dirty out in me.

Something I had never felt with another man.

“I was going to-“ I trembled as those strong fingers dipped into my thighs and squeezed. “But it wasn’t there when I got back-“ this time the moan I had been fighting against escaped my lips and my head fell back.

“I see.” His nostrils flared, his eyes widened. But his grip on my legs tightened. Holding me even further apart. “Dangerous.” His head ducked down and he rubbed his nose up the inside of my thigh. Brushing up and down in tike with my ragged breathing.

It felt amazing. But it wasn’t enough.

“You smell like sin itself, Hope.” Lincoln’s lips brushed my skin and I whimpered with pure unadulterated need.

It swept through me. Tightening my muscles, causing my stomach to knot and for-

My thoughts scattered as he rubbed his nose even higher. Right into the dampness that was coating my inner thighs.

“So wet.” The tip of his tongue replaced his nose. Small little licks against my skin almost like he was tasting me and it felt like heaven but it wasn’t enough. I needed more.

I wanted his mouth somewhere higher up and then I needed-

My back arched and this time I felt the small gush of liquid leave my body. I wasn’t just turned on , I was beyond that.

“Your pussy is leaking so much slick for me.” Still kissing the inside of my thighs, he brushed a finger against my core. Coating himself in my juice. “So wet, so creamy.” Back and forth his finger moved. Not probing, not playing just coating his hand with me.

I didn’t know what slick was but it was an apt name. I was slick with my need for him to fill me.

“You’re ripe Hope.” He tested my entrance. The tip of his finger dipped just an inch inside of me. “Your heat won’t be long. Even now I am struggling to control myself.”

Lifting my ass, I opened myself to him even more. I wanted him inside of me. All of him. Every last bit of him and it felt like I was going to die if I didn’t get it soon.

“Please Lincoln.” Desperately I gripped his shoulders and moved against his hand. Trying to find some kind of relief in the friction from his hand. His eyes turned up to me, only they didn’t seem like his eyes at all. They seemed like the eyes on a beast.

I didn’t care.

Screwing my eyes up, I lifted my ass again. “Please Alpha Lincoln.” I begged. “I need-“ I frowned. What did I need?

What was I even doing? This wave of overwhelming lust had come on so strong. And with such intensity that I didn’t know when it had started.

We had been eating? Maybe.

I glanced down at my food, at the trickle of blood. I remembered that as well. I had cut my foot and then -

“I don’t know what I need.” Apart from I need him. His hands and lips on my body. His thick throbbing cock inside of me.

Without thinking I reached down. He caught my hands in his and drew each one to his lips in turn. “You don’t get to touch me, Hope. It’s hard enough with your slick so thick. If you touch me I will take you. I’ll rut you, and force you into your heat. If you even survive.”

My eyes widened. “Survive?” I whispered.

“I would not be able to be gentle with you.” He shook his head, his dark hair falling into his eyes. “Even now I’m fighting my very nature not to stretch this pussy so you can take me.” His hand dropped between my thighs. I squirmed against him.

When he lifted his hand between our faces his fingers glistened. “This is-“ he swiped it against my lips and before I could stop myself I licked at the tip of one.

My eyes widened in shock. “I taste- sweet.”

His chuckle was low. It seemed to vibrate through my entire body. “Yes, your slick is sweet. It is the nectar I dream of.” He growled. “Tell me to stop Hope. Tell me to-otherwise I am going to ruin you. I’ll eat you, feast on every inch of your supple skin and then I’ll stretch you so much you will break.”

“I want that.” I whispered. “Please Lincoln. I don’t know what is going on with my body. It feels like I can’t breathe unless you are touching me and-“

He shot backwards. Turning his back on me. His shoulders heaved up and down. “Go back to your room, Hope.” His voice was guttural. “Go back and lock the door behind you. I can not be trusted and when I am close to you neither can you.”

I slipped from the table and shame engulfed me. I didn’t mind rejection but his , kind of hurt. Mostly because I had been sure he had been just as turned on as I was. Maybe more so if that was possible.

I had thrown myself at it. Spread my legs knowing he would be able to see everything because no one had left me underwear and he had jumped away like I disgusted him.

His words and his actions completely contradicted each other.

“Ok sure.” Half hopping , I hobbled away from him. “Thank you for-“ I couldn’t exactly say dinner because I’d had just one dinner roll and I had choked on half of that. Not that it really mattered. I was used to being hungry. “Well everything.” I called back.

“Go Hope.” His voice was strangled. “Just fucking go.” He almost screamed. “Before I forget every promise I have ever made.”

“Geez fine. I’m going. It’s prob for the best anyway. It’s not like I’ve shaved.” I made the joke to myself as I hobbled away as fast as I could go.

Deacon was right outside the door the moment I opened it. “Are you ok?” He asked taking my arm and glancing at my bleeding foot.

“I’m fine. Just a little cut. It’s him and I would worry about.” I muttered.

The smaller man’s eyes darkened. “Oh I do.” He admitted.

“Deacon?” Lincoln called out.

“Yes alpha.”

“Give her what she needs but make sure her room is locked.” There was a groan. “I cannot be trusted.”

“What does he mean by that?” I asked.

“Like you don’t know.” Deacon spat. “Not that it will make any difference. A locked door won’t keep him out.”