The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas-Chapter 237: You Are Mine (M)

Selene’s POV~

​"Why not?" I whispered. "You look good when you tremble beneath me."

​But even as the arrogant words left my mouth, a true, shuddering awareness slammed into me. His eyes were not just dark and hot anymore. They were wild. That feral, untamed wilderness that lived in the soul of the top-tier Alpha.

​It was an intense, gorgeous, and terrifying thing to behold, and for a split second, my momentum faltered. My breath hitched, a tiny, helpless sound that was instantly lost in the space between us.

I had a quick, dizzying image of the Alpha within him tearing through that fragile human restraint, and my own core tightened in both fear and a terrible, beautiful anticipation.

​I was playing with a monster. A magnificent, dangerous monster.

​But I was a monster, too, starved and finally tasting blood.

​I refused to look away. I didn’t lose the edge. Instead, I let my wicked smirk widen, feeling the provocative curl of my lips as I held his gaze captive. I wanted him to see the challenge in me, the sheer audacity of the witch he had claimed.

​Then, with a casual, almost accidental grace, I shifted my weight, and my knee grazed the powerful, rigid length of him beneath the clothing.

​It was not a soft brush. It was a direct, deliberate pressure that was instantly electrifying, and the air around us snapped like a live wire.

​Luca’s head snapped back. A strange growl left his throat, and his jaw clenched so hard I heard the slight grind of his teeth. Every muscle in his body tightened, going from stone to iron, and the hand that had been weakly gripping my waist now tightened into a demanding hold.

​"My love," he said, his voice a low, raw rasp that was shaking with effort. "You are playing with fire."

​I leaned down, so close that my lips almost brushed his ear, my scent mixing intoxicatingly with the musk of his own arousal. I let my fingers drop from his chest, and with a lazy, deliberate motion, I hooked them under the waistband of his pants, right over the pulsing, straining evidence of his need.

​"I know," I whispered, dragging the words out slowly. "And I really want to play with fire. What can I do? You are so irresistible for me."

​The effect of my words was instantaneous and profound.

​Luca’s wide, dark eyes became even wider, reflecting a shock that bordered on utter disbelief. He had expected me to retreat. He had expected the fear, the guilt, and the cold detachment that had defined me for so long.

But this? This shameless, demanding, challenging creature straddling him, whispering sweet, filthy promises while her fingers hooked his pants? This was a Selene he had never seen.

​A strange, scorching, utterly possessive fire lit up in the depths of his gaze. It was the moment the Alpha in him stopped questioning and started claiming. His brain, he admitted later, stopped circulating; he was no longer teasing. He was being hunted by his own mate, and he loved it.

​His control vanished.

​With a speed that blurred, one of his hands shot up and gripped my naughty fingers, still hooked on his pants, pressing them hard against him in a silent, punishing demand. At the same time, the other hand on my waist tightened, becoming an iron clamp, and in a single, fluid motion that was all brute strength and dominant instinct, he twisted.

​I barely had time to gasp before I was no longer straddling him above the covers. He had flipped us, pulling me down and shifting his hips, and suddenly, I was sitting directly on his lap, the raw, glorious evidence of his arousal pressed against my most intimate core, separated only by thin layers of fabric.

​"Fuck," he ground out, his voice thick with triumph, his hands instantly gripping my hips like I was a prize he feared losing. "You are really bold, my mate. Just how you should be. I am loving this side of you, my lovely mate."

​A dizzy, breathless giggle bubbled out of me, a sound so free and light that it felt alien after years of suppressing everything.

​I didn’t think; I just acted on pure, animal instinct. I moved on him. A slow, tentative, yet powerfully grinding shift of my hips, a move that was meant to settle but only served to ignite the last sliver of control he had left.

​Luca hissed, his grip tightening to the point of bruising—a feeling that was strangely, wonderfully arousing. I leaned in, my lips brushing the edge of his ear, my breath ragged.

​"You know I can be more than this," I whispered, the words a promise, a challenge, and a surrender all at once. "But it is up to you whether you want it or not."

​His eyes, when they locked with mine again, were no longer asking or wondering. They were entirely, utterly, consuming.

​"I want," he corrected, his voice dropping to a low, powerful snarl. "I want all of it, Selene. I want everything you have been keeping from me. Now."

​He didn’t wait for a response. His control was gone, replaced by a deep, terrifying, irresistible hunger that mirrored my own.

​His mouth descended on mine, no longer a teasing brush or a possessive warning, but a devouring.

I responded instantly, my own mouth opening beneath his, my tongue meeting his in a desperate, hungry duel that spoke volumes of the year-long drought I had endured.

​My hands flew up, tangling in his dark, thick hair, pulling him closer, demanding the intensity he was giving me.

​His fingers left my hips, roaming up my torso like an inferno, finding the thin, silky shirt I wore and dismissing it as an obstacle.

With a single, sharp tear that sounded deafening in the silence, the material ripped, and the cool air hit my skin before his scorching hand followed, cupping the side of my breast, his thumb brushing over the already hardened peak.

​A whimper escaped me.

​He pulled back just enough to look at my face...my flushed cheeks, my dilated pupils, the raw desire I could no longer hide.

​"For years," he said, his voice thick with accusation and pain, but also a devastating triumph. "For years you made me wait for this, my mate."

​Then he lowered his head, not to my lips, but to the hollow of my shoulder, the place where his earlier, possessive bite had landed. He licked the spot, his tongue warm and rough, a gesture so intimate it made my knees weaken.

​"You are mine," he growled, the vibration rumbling deep into my core. "And I am going to remind you of that with every breath you take."