Scarred Alphas by Norisha May novel Chapter 16

Chapter 16 

“Colt-” I try to speak but he won’t let me. He bites my 

bottom l*p and I almost 

moan. 

His hand goes inside my shirt and he caresses my stomach. I do nothing to stop it. I like his touch. I like the rough prickles of his stubble against my skin as he 

k*sses me. He moves to my 

n*eck and it feels even better. 

I slightly moan unable to keep it in. His hand starts 

going down my stomach and 

then down my waist. This time, it is really hard to stop 

him. 

I suddenly feel pressure on my crotch area when his 

hand touches me and a 

pleasurable sensation shoots up my inside and stomach. I immediately moan and he grunts still k*ssing my n*eck. 

“D–don’t.” I finally say. 

He pulls his hand back just a bit. “Don’t you want to try?” 

I do but I am not sure if I 

should. 

“Uhm…I don’t know…I don’t 

want it to go too far.” I say. 

“I won’t.” He k*sses me again and now his hands start to go 

down. This time I make no 

attempt to stop him. 

His hand touches me again. It is over my clothes but it still makes me feel so good. 

I moan. I’ve never heard 

myself sound like this 

before. I would be 

embarrassed if I wasn’t more 

focused on the sensations 

that my b*dy is feeling. 

“Moan for me, Angel,” he 

whispers in my ear. “Let me 

hear the beautiful raw 

melody.” 

My left hand clutches his shoulder while my right 

grabs the back of his head 

and takes his hair in a fist. 

“Mh!” 

“Just like that,” he whispers, 

his hand rubbing circles in 

that sensitive area between 

my legs. 

He sounds almost desperate 

too. 

“Uh! Mh!” 

“Mhh…” he softly moans. 

When he is not whispering 

in my ear, he is staring at my face. watching my every expression. 

“You look f**king gorgeous right now.” 

I feel him grinding on my thigh and he is hard. 

Something else I have never 

felt before. 

“Come for me, Angel, Cass. I want you to come for me.” 

I don’t know if that is what is 

happening right now but I can’t think anymore. My 

nails claw at him and 

suddenly…a knock comes on 

his door. They are fast and aggressive nocks. 

“F**king shit!” he growls out. 

“No.” I whimper when he gets off of me. 

“Sorry baby.” He gives me a 

quick k*ss before walking 

towards the door. “I’ll be 

right back.” 

“But…” I try to complain but he is already opening the door and quickly goes out. 

Whoever is at the door can’t 

see me because he covers me 

with his b*dy as he walks 

out. 

I caress my b*dy, yearning for his touch. I touch my 

breasts and my other hand rubs my pants right where he was touching me but it is 

not the same. I want him. I 

want his warmth, his touch. 

My breasts are hard and my 

insides burn. 

stop when I realize that am feeling desperate. I know I am not thinking straight. 

I sigh staring at the ceiling. I close my eyes and all I can think about is him, his 

hands, his l*ps, his warmth, 

his touch…everything. 

What is he doing to me? 

“Colt Beaufort…what are you 

doing to me?” I whisper to 

the empty room. 

Coming down from that rush, I start to feel tired. I 

pull the blanket over me and lie on my side looking 

towards the window. My 

eyes close and I start to drift 

off to sleep but then I 

suddenly feel arms wrapping 

around my b*dy from 

behind me. 

I almost panic but one look 

at the scarred arms and I 

know it is Colt. My natural instinct would be to get up and pull away because this feels like we have gotten too familiar with each other, too 

close. I feel my defences coming down with him and it scares me so naturally I want to pull away but I can’t. I like this feeling. 

He sighs. “F**king stupid interruptions.” 

“What happened?” I ask him. 

“It was my mother. She 

didn’t know what to do with 

Ezra.” 

“Ezra?” I ask. 

…He woke up screaming.” 

My eyes widen and I look 

back at him. 

“It was us?” I ask but I already 

know it was. 

He nods. 

I look down as guilt starts to 

set in. 

“Don’t you dare feel bad for him,” he says. “Not once did he ever feel bad for you. So don’t you dare feel bad for 

him.” 

I turn around and look up at 

him. “I…I can’t help it.” 

He hugs me tight and then whispers in my ear. “I know. That’s what makes you so beautiful. You care even 

when you know you 

shouldn’t.” 

He nuzzles into my hair taking a deep breath. I close my eyes as those high levels of melatonin start to set in 

and soon, we are both 

peacefully sleeping. 

I wake up an hour later when Colt stirs next to me. I sit up 

and look at him. His face is 

squinted as if he was in pain. 

He shakes his head and 

moans but they seem to me like moans of pain. 

“Colt?” I touch his cheek and 

he quickly opens his eyes 

and intercepts my hand with 

his. 

The fear and anger in his eyes take me by surprise. 

The moment his eyes focus, his eyes soften and he pulls 

me into a hug. 

“Are you…okay?” I whisper. 

“Yeah. Just a bad dream.” 

I close my eyes and hug him 

back. It seems he needs it. 

“Can I just work in the fields today, please?” I ask him. 

He gives a laugh. “Yeah. If that is what you want, I am not going to make you do something else.” 

I smile. “Thank you and I probably should go now.” 

“Mhg…a few more minutes.” He says and holds me tighter. 

I relax under his hug and 

wait. 

After almost ten minutes, I 

finally try to move. “I have to 

go.” 

“Mhg, fine…or… you can 

shower with me.” 

“Shower?” 

“Yeah.” He gets up, finally letting me go. “Take a shower 

with me.” 

“No.” 

“Why?” 

I get up and fix my clothes. “Because that requires for us to be n*ked together.” 

“So? I’ve seen you n*ked 

already.” He takes his shirt off as he says this. 

I do not look away. It is 

impossible to not want to 

stare at his muscular b*dy. 

“S–sure but that n*kedness 

will lead to other things.” 

He laughs as if he is not surprised because he knows that already. 

I walk towards the door but 

within seconds he has me by 

the waist. 

“At least give me a k*ss before 

you leave,” he says. 

I turn around to face him. 

He holds my chin up and I close my eyes, k*ssing him. 

Does he truly want me? 

There is no way of me 

knowing this but I can see 

what is in front of me. The 

way he treats me. And I like 

1. it. Even if this doesn’t last, at 

least it is happening and I 

want to live in the moment. 

I k*ss him back with all the 

passion I have to give. I want him. I truly do. Yes, I am still 

scared but I want to 

experience this. I want to experience something good in my life for once. 

“Mh.” He moans as we end 

the k*ss. “You are mine now. 

Remember that, Angel.” 

I am not going to answer 

that. I turn but before I leave 

again he holds me and this 

time he whispers in my ear. 

“I’ll make you come next 

time.” 

My face burns and I quickly make my way out of his room. As I quickly make my way down the stairs, this time I am not so lucky. There are a lot of people walking about and they do stop to look at me. I sprint out of the house through the 

front door because I know 

that the dining room will be 

full and I don’t want anyone 

else to see me. 

I come out and immediately 

head to the back with the 

intention of making it to the 

fields but Ezra is leaning on a 

tree. He looks at me and 

stomps his way towards me. 

Shit. 

“What?” I say as he gets 

closer. I continue walking 

trying to go past him but this 

time he grabs my arm and 

turns me to face him. 

“WHO IS IT?!” he yells at me, 

his face just inches from my 

face. 

“Let me go!” 

He has lost it. I can see it in 

his eyes. He has gone crazy. 

People around us stop and 

stare. 

“WHO IS IT?! TELL ME!” 

He squeezes my shoulder to the point where I feel like 

my arm is going to break and his claws start to dig at my skin. 

I immediately lift my other hand and slap him. His grip 

loses but he still holds on to 

me and he looks so startled 

that I did that. 

“LET. ME. GO!” I warn him. 

Immediately his hand pulls away. He looks surprised as if 

he didn’t mean to do that. 

“Who…THE F**K DO YOU 

THINK YOU ARE!” Putting his hands on me again, he shakes me. He then pulls me and throws me on the 

ground. I fall sitting down. Pulling my hair back, I take in a deep breath and look up at him. He walks my way as 

if he was the devil himself. I 

have never seen him this 

angry but now I am angry 

too. 

He doesn’t want me? Thats 

fine. He wants to sleep with 

other women? That’s fine, 

but…he does not get to hurt me like this anymore. I have had enough. Damn the 

concequences. 

I get up and as he makes his way to me, I tackle him. We both fall on the ground and I start punching him. I get two 

clean hits one at his face and 

another at his shoulder, until he grabs me by the hair and pulls my head back. 

“You crazy b*tch!” 

“Crazy?! I’ll give you crazy 

 

you son of a b*tch!” I shout. I 

turn my head as much as I can and grab his hand then, I dig my teeth into his flesh. 

He screams and lets me go 

but before I can turn around 

and start punching him again, he punches my stomach and pushes me. I fall to the ground. It knocks all my air out but I am fine. 

In fact, I feel great and I am 

sure it is the adrenalin running wild through my b*dy. I get to my knees and 

watch him do the same. 

“What is wrong with you?!” 

he shouts. 

I don’t even answer him. 

Instead, I rush him. 

“I hate you!” I scream as my fist tries to make its way to his face but he dodges back and throws a punch. It is not hard but it gets me in the mouth. I can feel my bottom l*p has split. 

I don’t know what the hell 

has gotten into me but I jump on him and my legs 

latch onto to his waist, like a 

koala would hold a tree. 

Then I start punching him. I 

am not even aiming, I just 

freely punch and hit. He doesn’t even try to stop me now. He just holds his hands over his head trying to block the blows. I am pretty sure I am not even doing any damage at this point but it feels damn good. It is like I am letting all of my 

frustrations out.