CHAPTER FOURTY THREE

Rayne's POV
Alpha Gilbert stood before me in all his manly glory. Not even for a while did I imagine seeing him this way. Sure he did look good even in clothes, but being dressed does nothing to compliment the view before me. I've never had a taste of man. However, I've seen countless butt naked men but none of them came close to what Gilbert portrayed in nude form.
"Like what you see, slave?" Alpha Gilbert asked but all I could do was stare wide-eyed at him. I opened my mouth to speak but it felt patched and so dry. I gulped down my saliva. Gilbert moved closer to me taking one step at a time, his eyes looking at me like I was the first food he is seeing in ages. He traced his index finger on the outline of my face and a cold shiver ran down my spine—probably the effect of the cold water on his body. He used his finger to shift the hair on my shoulders and leaned closer to me. He licked the sensitive part of my ear and I couldn't fight the moan that came out of my mouth. My eyes closed involuntarily as his mouth clamped on my ear and his tongue flicked through my earlobe. Before I sank in the feeling of his tongue on my body, his hands cupped my breast from the fabric of my top and he pressed on them.
Damn it… my head automatically swiped to the crook of his neck as a series of moans further escaped my mouth. "All this would have been yours if you hadn't fucked up, redhead" Alpha Gilbert whisper-growled inside my ear, causing goosebumps to appear all over my body.
"Believe me, Gill….Alpha, I didn't steal from you I promise" I said pleadingly, hoping he sees or senses the truth in my words but no such luck comes. He came to stand in front of me and then I saw it and I felt it too. The level of his desire for me. Amongst all the quagmires of skepticism in me and shadows clouding his face, I saw it— a desire so fierce and palpable. The fire in his eyes was dominant, and it commanded me to submit to it.
"I don't like it when slaves talk back at me, kitty. I don't take it with women that alter my demands…".
"I didn't disobey, Alpha…."
"Oh, no…you didn't just talk back to me right?"
"I'm sorry,"
"No apologies needed sweetcheeks. Either way, I'll punish you"
A million and one punishment I could probably face played in my mind and I shivered as a result.
"Alpha…"
Before I could finish my statement, he snatched my hand from my side and turned me around swiftly. I was going to protest, but then again, before the words left my mouth, I was already plastered against him. He spanked me hard on my butts, and a loud growl escaped my mouth from the pain, which shortly turned into pleasure.
Oh. My. God.
"Strip," he said in an authoritative voice, causing me to shriek a bit. His tone was so intense and sexy. Too sexy, the fierceness of it sent me swallowing my saliva. In this instance, I felt like I was someone else. Because I couldn't seem to find any words or rational thoughts to figure out how to act with him.
Is this the punishment? with whips and knives, it was simple and very understanding, not this uncanny method this urban man is displaying….I should strip because he wants to punish me?
"I'll help you if you can't do it yourself" His hands worked like magic and like a pro. My worn-out polo and old bra were unclasped and shoved onto the floor. His hands went to the band of washed jean shorts and brought it down as well—revealing my clean shaved pussy.
Thanks graciously!
He slid his hand through the back of my waist and pinched my ass cheeks. He moved in closer, and his erection was directly on my stomach. He bent a bit until the tip of his cock was at the entrance of my pussy. An involuntary moan left my mouth from that simple act. Before I understood what was happening, two of his fingers were entering my clit from behind while his dick attacked me from the front.
My nipples stretched in recognition of the beautiful feeling that trailed up my whole body, making me feel lightweight and jelly. He leaned and enveloped my breast in a fiery suck while his hands traveled from behind to the front, his two fingers still firing my core.
At this moment, I was a mess of moans and shouts. I held roughly into his shirt as my life depended on it. My nails dug into his skin as I found an outlet to pour my pleasurable frustration on. I felt him remove his hand from my center. When I thought he had finished his onslaught, he pushed me backward until we were both under the showerhead, in his bathroom, caging me against the cold walls, both of his hands positioned at either side of my head and his leg between mine—propped, so that his thigh is raised to touch my soft spot. And that display of power sent me back to earth, straight back to the woman I was.
I trembled when I felt fresh cold water on my skin. I began to think I was floating in heaven because what the hell was that?
With me backed against the cold walls of Gilbert's bathroom, with streaks of cold water flowing down my body—from the crown of my head to the sole of my feet and a hot adonis pressed against me, from the front—I could only wish the world ended right here. There possibly couldn't be any feeling that would be better than this. It felt like being sandwiched in a dough of freshly baked cookies, with chocolate ganache and chilled orange juice...
Fucking heavens.
he went down on both of his knees. Cupping my ass cheeks with both of his palms, he widened my leg from each other and attacked my center with the wet, nerve-racking thrust he sent into me with his tongue.
"Fuck. Gilbert," I huffed. My hands found his hair, and as I began to pull on it. "Do not touch or hold any part of my body" the words barely found resonance in the air when he attacked my core again in full force.
I tried not to scream or hold his hair or touch him anywhere, but I couldn't. If anything, I saw it as being ridiculous. How could I not feel him when he drives me to such euphoric heights.
He added his fingers afterward. The fingers traumatized me to the point where my brain didn't remember a thing. "I can't hold on any longer. Please"
At the mention of those words, he got up from his position on the ground and attacked my lips forcefully. Our kiss was nothing close to lovely, tender, or passionate. His tongue attacked mine as though it was looking for something in my mouth.
His fingers raked through my hair and squeezed my breast simultaneously. I couldn't even breathe fine. If this was what he meant by punishing me, then I'd gladly give anything to be punished like this again.
Just as my legs began to shake and my breath quickened— the moment I needed him the most, he detached his body entirely from mine, and I was propelled by the act of opening my eyes.
"Why... Why did you stop?"
His eyes suddenly turned dark as he stood up. "That baby girl was your punishment!" He grabbed a body of bath lotion from its rack and turned to me.
"Get out!" He barked but I was sure I had heard wrong.
"Huh…?"
"You heard me, whore….get the fuck out of my sight!"
With tear-stained cheeks, I rushed out of his room, feeling embarrassed and sorry.
After the last ordeal that went down between Gilbert and I, I've been doing the work of trying to ignore him but right now I don't think that will be possible. I felt sick for putting myself in such an embarrassing and condescending position. I felt as though I would pass out any moment from now. I've been working nonstop since yesterday after a party was held to celebrate what I don't know.
I was limp-walking, minding my own business when a firm shoulder ran into me and pushed me hard enough that I fell on the cold hard floor. The content of my hand fell from my hand, and I, too, went down in all four poses, my kneecap bruising in the process.
Annoying belly laughter filled the air and other wooing noise. The urge to turn around and run back to the servant quarters and cry was heavy on my chest, but instead, I didn't. I didn't want to give my bullies the satisfaction of seeing me cry. I've done enough of it during the past days when they had me locked in prison, the reason why I was presently limping.
'O.M.G. Gilbert, she is set for doggy. Maybe you are way better in bed than I thought. How the hell did you make her go on her knees so fast?" Lucas said amidst chuckles, and the others burst out laughing alongside him.
'Woah there kitty, you should watch where you are going"
Sometimes I look at the Alpha and wonder how I was ever mated to him? How did the goddess see him fit for me? She must really hate me so much if she thinks spending the rest of my life with Gilbert is what I deserve. First, she had allowed my parents to get killed, and now, I was being tossed like dice in the hands of these mind gamers.
On top of all the wicked deeds, he did to me were the ugly-ridiculous names he addressed me with. Ugly. Bitch. Slut. Thief. Imposter. Squatter. Whore. Kitty is a pretty name compared to the other terms he used in calling me...
"Fucking whore. You want him so bad you can't wait to be alone with him. Come on, show us how much of a dirty little slut you are. I thought it was only a few days back he chased you away from his room after you gave yourself to him so cheaply. Perhaps I should have a taste of that cunt of yours since you are such a cheerful giver" Lucas bellowed and pushed me hard on my shoulders, and I fell back on the ground again with a loud thud…." or not! I wouldn't have that even if it is the antidote to cure my disease. Gilbert says you reek of shit and vomit" he finished and sends me flying with a kick to my side.
Poor me!
Sure I could fight since my wolf was back but I didn't particularly appreciate making a show of it. Plus my mother's warming to me canceled all any thought of a fight before it even came to my mind.
"Fuck off Lucas," I sneered through gritted teeth as I collected the dirty clothes from the ground and stood to my full height, which was still considerably shorter than Gilbert. Even though in flops, he gloriously towered over me.
"Lucas's fuck is off, that's for sure. Do you want mine?" Gilbert hissed before placing his palm on my left breast. "Hmm, how soft. I'm sure it tastes good too? Not to mention what happened in my chambers. Do you want me to air your dirty laundry in the face of all these people?" Gilbert asked and twirls my nipple between his fingers. "Or we could give them something to talk about"
I loudly swallowed the lump In my throat when his fingers grazed my nipples and his hot breath fanned against my cheek. I whimpered.
"You like it. You want me to continue to touch you. You want me to fuck you, right?" He said before pinching my nipples, and the moan I'd been trying so hard to suppress left my throat before I could stop myself. Gilbert and his friends burst out into laughter. I felt an embarrassing blush creep up my face, but I didn't tear my gaze from his.
"I'd rather die than to have your filthy body on me. Ever" I responded haughtily. I saw Gilbert's eyes darken in anger as he took a few menacing steps toward me and at that moment a beautiful mystical wolf thought it was cute to air out her suggestions.