Playing The Alphas

Chapter 88: The Breaking Point

SAMANTHA

Before I could finish speaking, his fingers grasped my chin and he pulled me into another kiss that stole the breath from my lungs.

His lips were demanding and relentless and one hand pressed against the back of my head while the other anchored me to him, forcing me to mold against his body in a way that left me completely helpless. I could only produce small, incoherent sounds of protest that seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever.

Darlington finally broke the kiss and he trailed light pecks from my chin down to my flushed ear, each touch sending shivers across my skin. His lips captured my earlobe and he bit it gently before playing with it using the tip of his tongue.

"Don’t..." I whimpered as I turned my head away, trying to escape his relentless attention.

My thoughts were in chaos and all sense of reason was drowned out by the overpowering waves of sensation that flooded through my body. My mind was screaming at me to stop this, to fight back, to run, but my body refused to obey.

The sensation was maddening.

Darlington continued his descent, pausing when he reached my chest. His silver hair brushed against my skin as his mouth found my nipple and his tongue circled it, teasing every curve with an agonizing slowness, before he sucked it hard into his mouth.

"No..." The word escaped my lips as a broken whisper.

The moment his lips enveloped my nipple, my body jerked like a fish out of water, arching against him against my will. The sensation was too much, too intense, too overwhelming.

But Darlington did not seem to notice my protest. His hand slid down my back and his slender fingers edged closer to my most intimate place with a deliberate slowness that made my heart pound with dread. With agonizing care, he cupped me there and his thumb began to tease me through the thin fabric.

"Uh...uh..." A wave of electric pleasure shot up my spine and I could not hold back a moan that escaped my lips before I could stop it.

The sound horrified me and I quickly covered my mouth with my hand, pressing it against my lips as if I could take the sound back.

No... this is not happening. I should not be enjoying this. I should not be moaning, responding to his kisses and getting wet.

I could feel Darlington’s erection pressing persistently against my thigh and the evidence of his desire heightened my fear until it was almost too much to bear. Tears began to slip down my cheeks, hot and shameful.

No. I could not let this happen.

Even though I knew that sooner or later, I would lose my virginity to one of the princes, I was filled with dread at the thought of it happening now, like this, with Darlington in this hungry and unrecognizable state.

Desperately, I pushed against his shoulders with all the strength I had left and my sobs turned into pleas that I hoped would reach him.

"Prince Darlington... please... I am begging you... let me go."

The words hung in the air between us.

Darlington froze immediately.

His body went still and his head lifted from my chest and his eyes met mine. I could see something flickering in those dark depths, some internal struggle that I could not name. His chest was heaving and his hands were still gripping me but his grip loosened just slightly.

He stared at me for a long moment, his dark eyes searching my tear-streaked face.

Then he closed his eyes and he inhaled sharply, like a man trying to pull himself back from the edge of a cliff.

"I am sorry," he said heavily.

He rose from my body and he took a step back, creating distance between us.

I lay on the sofa, trembling and exposed, my tears still falling and my body still shaking from the intensity of what had just happened.

"I am sorry," Darlington said again, his voice rough and strained. "I should not have... I did not mean to..."

He ran his hand through his hair and he turned away from me, his back facing me.

I watched him. I did not speak. I could not speak.

"I do not know what came over me," he said. "One moment I was myself and the next... I could not control it. It was like something else took over."

I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to cover my exposed skin, trying to protect myself from whatever might come next.

"It was the scent," he continued. "Your scent. It drives me mad. It calls to something inside me that I cannot control."

I felt a chill run down my spine and I pulled my knees up to my chest.

"Please," I whispered. "Just let me leave." freёwebnoѵel.com

He turned to face me and his expression was pained and conflicted.

"You are afraid of me now," he said.

I did not deny it.

He nodded slowly, like he had expected that answer.

"Shit!" He mused angrily. "I’m very sorry I allowed for that to happen. I don’t know what came over me. I guess I was overwhelmed. Please, don’t be angry."

"It’s okay," I replied. I knew I should not be struggling with him. After all, the Alpha King brought us here to procreate with his sons. Refusing to sleep with Darlington could be a very punishable offence.

I knew I was taking his kindness and his simplicity for granted. I thought about the best way possible to soothe him and to take his mind away from what had just happened.

If he should become cold or hostile to me? I would be finished! Because he was the only brother I could lean on.

Feeling bad, I moved closer to him to touch his hand. I felt sorry that I was starving who I knew was a wild Lycan sex beast.

But immediately I touched him, he flinched!