Chapter 156: Begging
Chapter 156: Begging
Rebecca’s POV
The bright lights stung my eyes, but they didn’t stop the burning heat pooling between my thighs.
Fuck, I wanted him. My body was a traitor, shameless and aching. My pussy throbbed so hard it was almost painful, clenching around nothing, already slick and desperate for the thick cock I could see standing heavy between his legs.
I stared at Kaden as he stood by the edge of the bed, chest heaving, breathing ragged like he’d run miles to get here. His usual pride was gone, stripped away, leaving only raw hunger in its place. His hard length twitched under my gaze, flushed dark and glistening at the tip. Gods, he looked completely out of control.
Before I could find the words to yell at him or tell him to get the hell out, Kaden lunged back onto the bed.
He didn’t give me time to think. His heavy, burning body crashed over mine, pinning me down with that familiar, overwhelming weight. His mouth slammed onto mine, desperate and claiming, and the second his tongue pushed past my lips, I was lost. Insane. I was completely insane. I kissed my tormentor back like I was starving for him. My fingers tangled roughly in his hair, pulling him closer as I drank in every rough, broken whimper that vibrated from his throat. He tasted dark and wild, like sin and salt and the man who had ruined me.
Kaden let out a deep, guttural moan that rolled straight through my core. His hand slid down my thigh, fingers digging into my skin hard enough to bruise, then gripped the soaked fabric of my underwear. With one brutal tug, he ripped my panties completely off my hips.
The cold air hit my bare, dripping entrance, and a loud, shameless moan tore from my throat. My hips jerked up instinctively, seeking friction, seeking him. For one dizzying second, I almost let him in. But then Alpha Kane’s warning slammed into my head like ice water: "Do not let him touch you again, Rebecca. No more sex."
I tore my mouth away from his, gasping, my chest heaving. "No!" My hands shoved hard against his shoulders. "No, Alpha Kaden!"
Kaden froze above me, his massive frame trembling. His chest pressed tight against my breasts with every ragged breath. Those striking eyes flashed wildly between their usual color and glowing gold as his wolf clawed for control. His handsome face twisted with pure agony: brows drawn tight, lips parted, a man on the edge of breaking.
"No... no, please, Rebecca," he whispered, his voice cracking raw. "Please..."
I stared up at him, heart racing. Why was he begging? This wasn’t the cold, heartless Alpha King I knew. The man who had taken me whenever he wanted, who had treated me like a breeder, like property. He demanded. He conquered. But right now, he looked like he was dying of thirst, pleading for just one drop.
"Alpha Kaden, stop," I whispered, but my body betrayed me again. My nipples were tight and aching, my pussy clenching and leaking onto the sheets beneath me.
He leaned down anyway, completely desperate, burying his face in the curve of my neck. His hot breath fanned over my skin before his teeth grazed me, not hard enough to mark, just enough to make me arch and whimper. Then he moved lower. His warm, wet mouth closed over my bare breast, sucking my nipple deep and hard. Pleasure exploded through me. A high, broken moan ripped from my lips as I arched into his mouth, fingers tightening in his hair. Wetness gushed between my thighs. I could feel how close he was, the thick head of his cock nudging against my soaked folds, sliding through my slickness, so close to pushing inside...
But I couldn’t. I couldn’t let him use me while he still thought I was a liar.
Gritting my teeth against the overwhelming desire, I shoved at his chest with everything I had left. "I said no! Alpha Kaden, I don’t want to!"
Kaden stumbled back, eyes dark and wild with frustrated hunger. His entire body was shaking, muscles coiled tight like he was fighting every instinct he had. He gripped the edge of the mattress so hard the wood groaned under his fingers. For a long moment, he just stared down at me, at my torn nightgown, my flushed skin, my trembling thighs still slightly parted, as if the sight physically pained him.
"Please, Rebecca..." The words came out as a broken groan, low and wrecked. "Just let me in."
My eyes widened. My heart twisted painfully in my chest. Something was wrong. Deeply wrong. The old Kaden never would have begged. He would have already pinned my wrists and taken what he believed belonged to him. This version of him, raw, trembling, desperate, scared me almost as much as it turned me on.
When he finally understood I wasn’t going to open my legs for him, a low, defeated growl rumbled from his chest. He pushed off the bed, his naked, powerfully muscled body gleaming under the lights. Without another word, he turned and walked into my small bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
A second later, the shower turned on.
I lay there under the heavy blanket I’d yanked over my torn clothes, trembling from head to toe. My ankle throbbed. My pussy ached. My mind was a complete mess. What was he doing? Taking a cold shower to calm his wolf? Was he okay? The image of his tear-filled eyes kept flashing behind my lids. He had ruined my life... yet a stupid, traitorous part of me actually felt worried for him.
I couldn’t stop myself.
Quietly, I slipped out of bed. Pain shot through my injured ankle the moment I put even a little weight on it, so I dragged myself up and hopped carefully on my good foot. I balanced against the wall, heart pounding, until I reached the bathroom door. My hand shook as I hesitated, then gently pushed it open, just a tiny crack.
Thick, swirling steam filled the room. Kaden stood under the hot spray with his back to me, his broad shoulders and heavily tattooed back flexing with every harsh breath. The water wasn’t cold; it was steaming, turning his skin red. One hand was braced high on the tiled wall, the other wrapped tight around his massive, throbbing cock.
My breath caught hard in my throat. A fresh wave of heat clenched deep inside me as I watched him stroke himself with brutal, punishing speed. Water and pre-cum slicked his fist. His hips jerked forward into his grip.
"F-Fuck... Rebecca," he groaned, his head dropping back against his arm. The sound of his rough, broken voice saying my name like that sent another gush of wetness down my thighs.
I couldn’t look away. The powerful Alpha King, completely naked, muscles glistening, steam curling around him, was jerking off to the thought of me because I had denied him. His pace grew faster, desperate, almost angry. Low, animalistic moans and grunts spilled from his lips as his hand flew along his thick length.
"Rebecca... ah!"
Three more violent strokes and his whole body went rigid. Thick ropes of white cum erupted from his cock, splattering against the shower wall before swirling down the drain. He panted heavily, shoulders shaking as he slowly came down, his forehead resting against his arm.
I was so hypnotized by the raw, filthy sight that I forgot to hide.
As he began rinsing himself, Kaden suddenly turned. His sharp, glowing gold eyes sliced through the steam and locked straight onto the small crack in the doorway.
He caught me.
I gasped sharply, my heart leaping into my throat. Before he could speak, I slammed the door shut. Panic exploded through me. I spun and began leaping desperately across the floor on my good foot, my ankle screaming with every awkward hop. I scrambled over the carpet, nearly falling, and dove back onto the mattress, yanking the blankets over myself just as the bathroom door clicked open behind me.