Stalk Me Mr Stalker

52) Making out with Alpha

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LUNA'S POV
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Do it like I'm seducing him...
He wants me to seduce him.
This crazy bastard.

Has he not had enough pleasure from the last time he cut me open like a pumpkin and left me there to heal without bothering about an infection?
Well, I cannot get an infection because of the mutation, but still!

His eyes follow my every movement as I approach him. They still mock me just like the small grin stuck on his lips.

As I run the towel along his neck, I lean in as close as humanly possible while rising to my toes. This contact has his hard thing pressing above my crotch as if it intends to stab me to death this very second.
It's been a while since I felt him this hard. No wait, wasn't he aroused on our way here?

I am about to kiss his shoulder blade when he suddenly moves to the side and sits down. 'Lord help me because I'm about to murder someone else.' My internal grunt is pathetic, for I cannot express it aloud without being allowed.

"Go on, continue," Alpha says, permitting me, no, controlling me.

Like a robot, I obey and go closer to where he is seated on the bed and stand between his knees.
If he just wants to fuck me, it will be easier if I go all out. There will be a lot of puking later but that is irrelevant.

My hands stretch down to place the towel on his head, hiding the upper half of his face.
Alpha doesn't resist, so I get a little bolder and slide, all naked, on him to straddle his lap. He instantly sends a hand to uncover his face but I stop him. Since it's part of the seduction, my actions do not go against the initial command given.

"Alpha," I whisper in his ear, my hands snaking his neck to spoon my chest against his while bringing my boobs just below his clean-shaven chin.
"I have a better way to dry you."
It sickens me that I have stooped this low just to survive, but I have to do it anyway. While this isn't the reaction I expected from him after seeing Echo f*cking me, it feels good knowing I bruised something in his messed-up brain.

But still, f*ck Echo for leaving me under the leashes of this cursed drug.

"What is it?"

I do not answer, just use my mouth to show him.
My lips move along the side of his wet neck that needs to be dried. With my heart drumming, still trying to fight the drug, I run my tongue on his skin, and he flinches in an instant. His hands encircle my waist possessively but they don't throw me off of him as I would have expected.

All I can detect other than his tension is the activity going on under my p*ssy where his boner lies covered by his pants.

Realizing that this approach is effective, I go ahead, licking and sucking from one side of his neck to the other while keeping his eyes covered. This is the only way I can pretend that it's Lucifer in power. The only way I can do this without puking my guts out all over him.

As the seconds waste away, I can tell that Alpha's cock is throbbing down there, crying for some action with its precum.
I should tend to it, but this feels more exciting. Why shouldn't I tease him a little more? I'm not going against the orders, right?
Besides, he didn't instruct me to put his c*ck inside me so that is none of my business.

My mouth moves down to his chest, slowly loosening his hands on my waist.

What I want to do might earn me a slap or even a kick, but I have to try for the sake of satisfying my vengeance.
In the past, a larger percentage of the men I had f*cked loved their nipples played with even though they never asked for it.
If Alpha is like them, then teasing his nipples to make his c*ck suffer some more. This can be considered part of my revenge without being direct.

I have to hurry before he can stop me. With this in mind, I attack his right nipple without hesitation, wetting the t-shirt at that spot to stimulate it better.

As expected, Alpha reacts quickly: grabbing me by my hair and yanking my head backward.

"What are you doing?" he questions with the towel already pulled off of his head.

The fire in those eyes of his is enough to send me down to meet the real Lucifer, yet I hold on to my life as I answer.
"Seducing you."

"I don't like-"

I press a finger on the nipple I have just sucked, cutting him off disrespectfully.

Finally, I have done something I want to do and not what the drug is telling me to.
Even though small, I still celebrate having a tiny fraction of my will back.

"Alpha," I coo, using my other hand to grasp his wrist gently.

He doesn't stop me when I pull his hand off of my hair; he just watches me through his stern eyes for a reason to throw me out of the window.

'Leave them for today,' I tell myself as I sit up on his lap again.

My hands wind around his neck once more while I bring my mouth to his.
The murderous spark in his mismatched eyes doesn't go away even when I'm acting this slutty like I can't live without him.
Gawd!
I want to take a bite of his throat and watch him bleed to dèath if possible. But I resist this urge and go for his mouth.

His lips are soft. The taste of alcohol lingers in his mouth but is ever so faint.
His tongue does not engage mine, so I hold back on that one as well to focus more on moving my waist to grind on his cöck.

While I continue teasing his cöck with my bare püssy and äss, I start to feel something coming from me. Almost as if I'm getting...wet.

No. I cannot possibly be turned on by this monster. I cannot get wet for him.
It must be Echo's cüm. Yes! It had to be.

Just as I am getting distracted by my püssy, Alpha places a hand on my spine and stops my movements just before his free hand slides in my hair to grab a handful of it.

'He's about to send me flying across the-'
My thought is rudely interrupted by Alpha's next action. He...he kisses back.
It's more of devouring but can still be counted as kissing.

He pushes my head down, smashing our lips together as if he wants to mold them into one.
His kissing is rough and violent, giving me no time to catch my breath.

It's as if he is telling me that he is in control now, so I should stop my useless seduction because he will fück me regardless.
How can I win against such power?
In the end, I still fall under his hand. But falling does not mean submission.

He is just winning because the drug has only worn off so little.

But still, why is my lower abdomen heating up? Why am I starting to feel excited by Alpha's handling?
Oh no!
Is my püssy broken from all the sëx it has received since being abducted? Most of which was förced by that jerk(may he never wake up).