Marcus Pov

The only light that enlightened the room was the one that came from the phone I was holding.

My fingers swiped and videos and pictures of me appeared, one that I'm familiar with—The ones Elena had taken of me while I was swimming.

My lips tightened around the cigarette in my mouth, and my dark eyes surged even more as more videos were shown.

Minutes passed before I threw the phone on the bed, but my mind was like a world on its own— Chaotic.

It was filled with images of a girl who quietly appeared in my life and disrupted the usual pace.

I squinted shallowly as the ring of smoke covered my eyes, but I continued to drag the cigarette like I hoped it’d wake me up from this craziness.

Suddenly, the sound of familiar footsteps sounded which interrupted my thoughts. I didn't bother checking as I knew she was the one and I also knew what she might be looking for.

My dangerous eyes turned to look at the light-up phone on the black bed sheet, and then back to the easel stand in the corner of the room, but once again, I couldn't help but be attracted by the painting on it.

I had left in a hurry, but only I knew I was trying to hide something—The dangerous thought that spurted in my mind at that point when she stood blankly in front of me.

The truth is that I had noticed Elena when she walked into the pool area.

Her sweet scent mixed with the night breeze had caressed my nostrils and made my brain pause, but I had continued to swim like I hadn't noticed her.

I don't know why I didn't send her back. Maybe I wanted to know what mischief she was about to do. Maybe it was because she had been angry with me and hadn't come out throughout, but I just let her stay.

But, I hadn't expected that she would have the guts to secretly take pictures of me.

The image of her shocked face after being caught appeared in my mind, and my eyes had laughter in them, but then, it vanished immediately like it never appeared and what was left was darkness enough to cover one like a blanket.

Slowly, I walked to the painting, and again, my heart which had always been stable shook by just staring at the image of myself.

“Too real…” I muttered, my voice low but boiling in the night.

The painting was just too real that it made me doubt if I had ever had silver hair, but I knew I hadn't.

I looked at the naked image of myself and even the size of my manhood which she had drawn, and I couldn't help but be speechless.

“Her imagination— What has she been thinking about all day?”

To be honest, I had only wanted to tease her when I asked her to draw me, I had wanted to use this chance to scare her, but it seems it backfired instead as I wasn't even able to stand her hot gaze, the way her thighs had clenched when she stared at the painting in my hand, the way her face had turned red like she was suffocating from thinking dirty, and the way her plump nipples has shown through her night wear.

Just the imagination alone is enticing and now, I can't help but gulp at the remembrance of the scent of her arousal.

Standing in front of her had almost forced me to pull her into my arms and manhandle her, but at the last minute, I had managed to hold myself back and walk away.

Sigh.

“Knock!”

I sharply turned to the door, and without the person speaking, I knew from the tiny scent that it was Elena.

The sound of knocking sounded again, this time, heavier.

“Alpha…”

My eyes narrowed as I stared at the light-up phone again, then at the door. I pursed my lips, then with a heavy sigh, I walked to the door with the cigarette dangling between my lips.

“Knock—”

I didn't let her finish knocking as I opened the door.

“Ahhh!”

Elena exclaimed in fear as her body fell uncontrollably inside my room, but I didn't help and only stood there coldly as her body hit the ground, but secretly, my fingers that held the door handle clenched tightly.

“Ouch… painful!” she cried out as she slowly sat up, but the next thing she did surprised me. Elena raised her head and glared at me with those teary eyes that looked like a galaxy.

Her cheeks were puffed up and a tear rolled down from her eyes.

“Why didn't you catch me, Alpha?!”

I stared at her red cheeks, unable to take my eyes away from the tear that slid down her cheek.

“So beautiful.. Very cute.”

I want to bite those cheeks until she cries again. I want to hear her cry… I want those pearls of tears to caress that face again. I want…

“Fuck!” I cussed.

I threw back my head in frustration. My heart felt so stuffy and my throat rolled at the evil thought that twirled around my mind.

The cigarette between my lips was wet with my saliva but I didn't pull it out but instead, inhaled the smoke and let it choke me until my eyes turned a shade darker with a red tint and finally, the fire that burned my body slowly calmed.

With a dark face, I looked down at the lady who sat on the floor still glaring at me.

“What are you doing here and why aren't you asleep?” I asked coldly in my hoarse voice.

Elena’s face turned startled as if she had just remembered she was here for something. Her head shifted everywhere and I just knew from her sneaky eyes that she was checking out my room.

Aside from the personal maid and the butler, Elena will be the 3rd person who has entered my room and even Catherine isn't allowed in.

I coldly allowed her to satisfy her desire to look around, and finally, I slammed the door shut, bought out the cigarettes and pinched it until it went out before lighting another one.

“Are you done? If you are, state what you’re here for and scramble out.” I ordered firmly with my hoarse voice.

I didn't look at Elena, instead, I focused on the smoke.

“I… I came for my phone.” She finally spoke.

My eyes tilted to the bedside, and like she was aware, she followed my movement and I could see her face brighten up when she saw her light screen.

Without waiting for my command, she stood up and tried to run to my bed which made me frown.

“Who gave her permission to take the phone?” I sneered.

In large steps, I followed behind her and before she could pick up the phone, my longer hand bypassed her and snatched it, but—

“Ahhh!”

My eyes shook in surprise as Elena’s legs twisted, and before I could do anything, her hand was on my robe and was pulling me down with her.

Startled, the sound of bodies falling on the bed sounded. And worse—

My lips were on something soft—Her boobs.

Elena Pov

Shock is an understatement of what I’m in right now.

My body and brain froze the moment I felt the heaviness on my body, and my heart sped up when I felt the pressure on my boobs.

I lay there, unable to breathe and too speechless to speak or even push him away, but the question is; do I want to?

How the hell did this happen? I don’t have an answer to that.

I had only tried to take my phone but who knew Alpha Marcus would attack at that point which shocked me and made me miss my foot and now, we are in this awkward position.

The room was quiet and only the loud sound of heavy breathing could be heard.

Marcus didn’t move his head away or stand up and I could feel his stiffened body which confused my mind.

His soft lips which I had always thought about were pressed on my boobs and I could feel them through the soft piece of cloth I was putting on. My skin felt like it was being burned, and my blood surged uncontrollably.

Gradually, I felt the wetness of his lips sip into my soft cloth to touch my skin and all I could do was inhale a sharp intake of air.

My hands which were on my sides tightened on the sheet under me, and my skin crawled, not in disgust but in a way that made me shrink and almost let out a sigh of excitement.

I could feel his hot breath on my skin and the urge to rub that spot filled me but I couldn’t move.

My breathing turned heavy, and with time, my reaction became so obvious as I began to tremble as the tingling feeling in my body was getting crazier.

My eyes batted as I stared at the ceiling, and though only a few minutes had passed, it felt like hours.

The tension, the rising temperature, the intense sensation that tingles my soul, and my nipples that had begun to harden—Everything feels surreal—or should I say, crazy?

Finally, the moan I tried to keep couldn’t stay hidden anymore as it slid out from my parted lips.

“Mhm~” I gasped after the soft moan that interrupted the tension in the room, and my head went bang with how obvious it was.

I closed my eyes embarrassingly and my hands that clenched into the sheets tightened while my teeth bit into my lower lip.

The air around me shifted— I felt it.

Hot, like a volcano about to erupt. I felt my back go wet, but I didn't dare open my eyes.

My mouth let out sharp nervous breaths, and the loud beating of my heart resounded in my ears.

I didn’t know what was going on, but I just knew something was about to happen because the room was so quiet but the atmosphere had become too tense for me to survive.

Finally, when my body had long gone numb from too much nervousness, I felt the weight on me slowly move, but instead of relief, I felt more nervous, because the familiar hot breath I knew was getting closer… and closer to my face.

My body stiffened even more, my eyelashes trembled but my eyes remained closed. My heart beat fastened and my pulse rate increased as if it knew a secret I don’t know.

I felt the hot breath move from my chest, then gradually, it moved to my naked neck and this time, my body was stone, like it had lost all oxygen.

I felt the hot breath on my neck. It caressed the spot like it was finding a great spot to snap. It felt dangerous, but the adrenaline was so high that it made my toes curl and my fingers tremble.

Then I felt him move up.

From my neck, up to my chin that was already layered with my sweat, and then, to my cheeks and there… it stopped.

I felt him stay there, and somehow, I felt curious about what was going on.

He didn’t move, and only breathed on my cheeks which I was sure had gone red from blushing so much.

The hot air he breathes didn’t make it any easier for me.

His breath felt hot, sharp and let's not talk about his mint scent—one that is enough to make me go wet in my panties.

Suddenly, my body stiffened.

I felt the man who had paused moved. His lips which I know were so attractive gently brushed against my cheeks.

“Gasp.” It came out uncontrollably.

My lips trembled, and my fast, heavy breaths came out.

“What is he trying to do? Why is he doing this to me when he knows I won’t be able to take this?”

My body is very sensitive when it comes to him, and just being close to me was enough to make my knees weak and him being this close—I can feel the aches in my pussy.

I really want to open my eyes to see him. I want to see his expression. Is he angry? Does he have that expressionless face on? Or a look of disgust?

While I was thinking about this, I suddenly heard the soft sound of Marcus sniffing my neck and this made me stunned.

The remaining restrictions in my brain collapsed and all I felt was shock and excitement.

“H.. he— Did he just sniff my scent? Is he actually sniffing my scent? Oh my—Fuck! How can I survive this?!”

Does he know what it means for an Alpha to sniff an omega?! I bet he does. He is a high-ranking Alpha.

My brain went numb, and my pores all seemed to open up like an invitation. The pheromones slowly spread out and covered me.

My back ached and my fist clenched the sheet tighter, while my lips parted to let out a soft moan. My legs which had been curling slowly spread like they were being controlled, and my mind became blurry.

I knew what this meant. I’m losing my mind but I can’t hold back anymore.

My heat has been forcefully called forth.

My sweet milky pheromones spread and surrounded me like a shade, and when I thought the man on top of me would push me out in disgust, I felt a brush on my nose.

He brushed his trembling lips on my nose which made me sniff and unconsciously inhale his scent, then he moved down and slowly slid his lips down…

He was so slow, so gentle like he was taking his time.

My heart pounded so loudly, and my lower abdomen curled tensely. Then I felt it—

His lips… on mine.

“Elena…”

He called as he brushed his lips on mine gently and sensitively which made my lips itchy.

My bones ached and curled anxiously. My lips trembled in want, and my skin shook in desperation.

“Hmm..?” I managed to respond, though I doubt if he heard me.

“Tell me,” he paused, then slid out the tip of his tongue to lick my lower lip, “How should I punish a bad omega?”

My eyes trembled and a tear dropped uncontrollably. I couldn’t stop the ringing in my ears from his enchanting voice.

His voice sounded low, hoarse and dark, like the enticing voice of Hades.

His question shook my soul, but like an entranced omega, I let out my little desire in my tiny, soft voice.

“Kiss me~”

And he did— but not the gentle kind, but one that knocked my brain off.

Elena Pov

The only sound that could be heard in the room was the sound of my moans.

I didn't want to think about anything. Just concentrate on what he is doing to me—something I have looked forward to.

Though unexpected and it felt like a dream, I just want to indulge in this until— maybe when I wake up from this.

My hair was yanked until my scalp ached but it added to the pleasure I was feeling.

Marcus was like a beast. He ravaged my lips like he was gnawing on them. He sucked my breath away, he bit my lips until I was groaning from pain.

He didn't stop.

His hand tightened even more on my hair and he pulled me closer to himself, and— jumped on my neck.

My body trembles.

The sensations of his cold lips on my skin gave me goosebumps, and the way his teeth grazed some sensitive spot on my neck made my toes curl.

My fist tightened on the sheet under me, and my other held the phone that had caused all this.

Gasp.

He moved from my neck and slowly traced his gum up to the back of my ear, then he paused.

The room became silent. I felt the heavy tension, the hesitation.

My inside shivered from the chills. And for a moment, I felt confused about what's going on.

Minutes ago, I had thought he might never talk to me again after seeing the painting from my imagination. And now, he is on top of me, inhaling each other’s leaked pheromones like horny beasts.

The more I inhaled his powerful mint scent, the more I felt my will going weak. My lower abdomen called for my attention and my pussy throbbed.

I could feel my juices pouring out, as if it was reminding me of my long-time desire.

We stayed still for a minute and I began to feel uncomfortable.

Marcus wouldn't speak or move. Only his breathing which was getting heavier with each passing second, could be heard and it made things even worse as my nipples had protruded and were aching.

My skin felt goosebumps, and it felt itchy like something was crawling on it.

No, what I felt isn't disgust, but the desire to be touched by him.

We remained that way, until I couldn't take it anymore and was about to pull him to myself and smash my lips on his. But—

Marcus suddenly sat up.

Like— What the hell?!

My eyes widened in shock as I watched him avoid looking at me as he adjusted his robe.

“What—what are you doing?” I asked in confusion.

Marcus didn't respond to me, instead, he showed his back to me. He stood up from the bed and before I could understand what was happening, he had lit up a cigar and sucked in a large amount of smoke.

He didn't speak to me and this terrified me until I had the urge to scream

“What's going on?!” I bite my lips in deep thought, “He had been the one who fell on me. He had tempted me. He had— and now he just wants to…”

“Leave.”

My eyes went wide.

“What?!” I exclaimed. “What do you mean, Marcus?”

He remained silent.

“Listen to me. Leave.”

I pursed my lips into a straight line.

My fist clenched and a tear dropped down my cheek.

Why does he keep doing this to me?

He gives me hope one second and then pulls me down the next.

Does he think I’m without feelings?!

“Marcus, You—”

My legs which were about to climb down the bed suddenly went numb.

My knees weakened and I fell back onto the bed.

An unexpected pressure suddenly descended in the room.

The air flow tightened and my heart sank.

All of a sudden, breathing became so difficult. I opened my mouth to speak but my throat was so dry.

I knew what was going on immediately.

Tears flowed down my cheeks as I raised my head to look at the man with his back facing me.

He appeared nonchalant, and the ring of smoke he spat blurred even his side face.

Mysterious. Dangerous. But— still charming.

My breathing was so difficult, but my sob still rang out in the room. I just couldn't stop those painful emotions from exploding.

Now, he is holding me down with his powerful energy?

He wouldn't even let me speak or come near him.

Am I that detestable? Why does he keep doing this to me?

He knows my feelings for him!

I'm very sure he could feel it when he kissed me. He had felt and even smelt my desire for him. I had been wet to the core, I had been so ready. A hope had ignited in my heart that he finally felt something.

His hoarse voice had made me shiver and for once, I had thought he wanted me. But— his attitude now made me not so sure.

“Marcus, release me…” I sobbed.

He didn't speak but remained that way, staring out of the window.

And when I thought he wouldn't move, Marcus suddenly turned around. He ignored my stiff body on the bed and slowly walked to the corner of his room.

To my surprise, the easel I had drawn on was in front of him and the drawing was placed on it.

My heart thumped as I watched him. My face was replaced with a confused one.

What is he trying to do now?

Does he want to settle the punishment for the painting now?

Oh my goodness—

My eyes widened as he tore the painting out of the easel.

Marcus held it and stared at it deeply, then to my shock, my eyes met his.

But it wasn't the same dark ones— his eyes were bloodshot, with golden sparkles in them.

I felt cold. My fingers crackled as I stared stunned into his enchanting eyes.

“Do you know— what this painting does to me?” he whispered dangerously.

My heart trembled, my skin grew pores from how low but charming he sounded.

But.. What is he talking about?

Marcus didn't speak for a while. I watched as he traced a finger on the painting gently.

“I can't help but imagine your thoughts while you were drawing this.”

My eyes went wide. I couldn't come back to my senses for a second.

“You said you want me. But—”

My heart drummed when I snapped back to my senses and he was already in front of me.

My body trembled as the temperature in the room increased.

My eyes met his. His dangerous eyes held mine and penetrated my skull as if daring me to be distracted.

Marcus bent forward, his face moved closer to mine until the smoke from his cigarette covered my face but this time, it felt like I was stuck.

I couldn't move back and talk more about choking.

His chuckles made my insides tingle.

“Do you dare not die when I take you, Elena?”