Enslaved By The Alpha

My body goes rigid as the scent of Maya’s blood hits my nose. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever had the pleasure of smelling before. The right and safest thing to do would be to run as far away from here as possible. A place where her scent wouldn’t fill my head with visions of bending her over and drinking her blood while doing other pleasurable things. However, the girl taunts me by lying on the bed with her neck fully exposed to me. She doesn’t try to hide it like an average person. No, she does the exact opposite of that.

She’s inviting me to taste her, and I have no f*****g idea why. Does she not realize what she’s offering? Does she not understand what it means to tease a blood-sucking monster? I can’t take my eye away from the vibrant red leaking down her neck, begging me to taste. It’s like her blood is speaking to me, telling me that it’s waiting for me.

f**k, this is going to drive me completely nuts. “What are you waiting for?” she asks in a soft angelic whisper.

Even her voice is mocking me, she’s never taken that tone with me before, and it scares me. It scares me because it shifts something in my heart, something that needs to stay hidden for the rest of my sad, pathetic life.

“I want you to taste me.” She continues to taunt me.

Taste her? I’d already gotten one taste from her and haven’t been able to get it out of my head since then.

It’s a f*****g trap, and I know it. Yet, I can’t take my eyes away no matter how hard I’m trying to. It shouldn’t be this f*****g hard; I should have more control than this. Since when did I become so weak?

The blood has trickled down to her pure, white dress, a dress that matches her personality oh so well. It stains the pretty thing, giving me a reason to rip it off her because it’s no longer clean and pure like her. It shouldn’t be on her body anymore; she needs something that matches her purity, not something stained with her sweet blood.

I can’t do this. It’s not only dangerous for her but dangerous for me as well. For my heart, that’s suddenly decided to beat for a woman for the first time in my life. The same woman whose life I was hell-bent on ruining.

I storm out of the room and lock the door from the outside. I lean my forehead against the wall and try to compose myself.

from her; if anything, it’s made it much worse. Now I’m stuck with

with a woman I didn’t want to while the woman I truly wanted watched. Then lignored her while she was offering her

would I do to torment

me.’ Her words are provoking me. I can’t handle it anymore. The torture is

going to do this. I’m going

no, I break the entire thing down through my desperation. Anything to get to her faster than this,

see the excitement and fear in her eyes as she waits for me. I don’t know

a finger under her chin and gently turn her head to the side; my eyes strained

give her a chance to

don’t know what you

bloodstains and f**k me; I nearly lost my damn mind. My hand cups the side of her neck, preparing her

I’ve never had something this divine before. Forget everything I’ve ever tasted in my life before today, nothing and I mean nothing, should ever be this good. It was easy to

can’t stop tasting her. I have never tasted blood as rich as hers. It’s the purest, sweetest taste l’ve ever

whimper leaves her mouth, and I’m not sure if she wants this as much as I do or if I’m hurting her. I ease my hold on her, but she surprises me by burying her hands in my hair and