The Alpha’s Contract (Taylor West) novel Chapter 175

Raven

It took me less than a second to realise I was alone. Damien had brought me upstairs but he hadn’t stayed. Maybe he was regretting claiming me after he watched me sob my heart out like a child.

My chest felt broken. Every breath seemed harder and harder to take, like my lungs were shrinking and at the same time a heavy weight slowly crushed them.

‘It’s the breaking of our twin bond.’ Midnight murmurs. She was in just as much pain as I was.

Being a twin really did suck at times. It hurt more than my leg. It hurt more than being rejected.

‘He’s really gone.’ I mumble back to Midnight

‘Yes.’ she whimpers as another tear leaks from my eye. I’m quick to wipe it away. He had made his decision. He hadn’t even had a second thought about me.

Damien had left my crutches by the bed. Picking them up, I make my way to the windows and drag back the curtain to see daylight.

Freezing, the curtain falls from my hand, hiding the blood I had just seen. Slowly, I pull the curtain back. A bloody handprint painted the outside of the glass. How? I didn’t even have a balcony and it was a sheer drop to the ground.

My eyes roamed the grounds, but there was nothing and it was quiet. I assume Dane has told everyone to stay inside. But the hand print looked fresh.

‘Don’t open the window.’ Midnight mutters

‘I wasn’t planning too.’

‘Really? You are not exactly one for leaving things alone!’ She snaps. She was angry, we both were but there was no need to take it out on me.

“Aspen should have tried talking him out of it! I am hurt too! You lost your twin, I lost mine. We can’t change that. Now can we deal with this, please.” I was trying so hard to bury the pain. Maybe if one of us does, it would help us to feel a little more normal.

‘Check the other window.’ she mutters reluctantly.

There is only half a print on the other window. “Do you think he was trying to break in?”

‘If he was trying to break in, he would have done so, like at the hospital. Call Dane.’

I nod but sit back on the bed. ‘Why does he keep coming for me?’

‘I don’t know. But sitting here, waiting like an idiot isn’t going to help either of us.’

I’m grateful when Damien’s sweet vanilla scent seeps in. It meant he was close. He doesn’t even knock. Pushing the door open his dark eyes meet mine before drifting to the handprints on the windows.

He frowns and moves over to them. His brow crinkles up into a scowl. Ripping open one window, he leans out, looking at the wall between the windows. “Bastard!”

Damien slams the windows shut so hard that I thought the glass was going to break. He turns to me. “Have you seen him?”

With two fingers, I start with small but firm circles, pressing my thumb against my clit as I imagine his tongue lapping up my juices. As I moan, he pulls out his own very large hardened cock. His hand glides up and down over the thickness as he watches me masterbate.

“I need you.” I mutter through my moans as the heat takes over my body completely. Masterbating was not enough. I wanted him to fill me with his cock. I wanted him to fuck me as though his life depended on it.

Damien leans against me, his lips pressing hard against mine as the tip of his cock rubs against my entrance.

He pushes himself into me, filling the space or so I thought, until he pushes in further, letting his balls slam against me. He isn’t gentle when he starts thrusting. Hard and deep thrusts have me screaming his name as my body spasms against him.

He fucks me for what feels like hours. Mind blowing orgasms one after the other, but it still wasn’t enough. Within minutes of orgasming, I wanted more and I couldn’t stop it, not even if I wanted to. I was so hot and horny. Thankfully Damien never stops either, pleasing me in any way he could.

When the heat finally breaks, he lays next to me, watching me with his dark eyes, like nothing else mattered. The funny thing was, I was grateful I wasn’t a Lycan. Neah’s heat had lasted four days and I had seen how she walked afterwards. There was no way on this planet I would last four days.

“It’s subsiding.” He presses his lips against mine.

“Do we have to get out of bed?” I mutter. Leaving the bed means having to deal with all the problems outside and I wasn’t quite ready to deal with that yet. “We could just stay here, in our own little bubble.”

“As much as I enjoy listening to you moan my name over and over, we still have a Rogue on the loose. Hiding somewhere and who apparently has also learned to scale the walls.”

I nod and sigh, sinking back into the comfort of my pillows as I look at the bloody handprints. “And what about when I’m alone in here again?”

“Do you really think I will let you sleep alone again?”