Chapter 8
Scarlett’s POV
The air between us was electric, thick with the smell of the forest and the musk of what he had just done. My heart hammered against my ribs—not just from fear, but from the way my body was screaming at his presence.
“Running away, Scarlett?” he whispered, his voice a low growl. He leaned in, his nose brushing against the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. “I smelled you back there. You were watching my cock slide into her and you were dripping for it. Wishing it was you against that oak, weren’t you p>
“No,” I gasped, though my voice was a betraying whimper. I tried to shove his chest, but he was like a wall of solid granite. “I hate you, Leon. You’re a monster p>
“You hate me?” He let out a dark, mocking chuckle, his hand sliding down my waist to bunch up the expensive blue silk Lana had put me in. “Then why is your heart racing? Why are you trembling p>
He didn’t wait for an answer. He grabbed my hand and shoved it downward, forcing me to feel the hard, thick length of his cock pressing against my stomach. I let out a choked sob. He was so big, so hot, and the friction against the silk of my dress sent a jolt of pure fire straight to my core.
I noticed he inhaled deeply before looking straight into my eyes. “You’re wet,” he growled, his voice vibrating against my skin.
“I’m not,” I lied, my voice cracking. I tried to pull my hand away, but his grip was iron. He was so much stronger than me, his muscles bulging as he held me captive.
“Don’t you dare let go,” he commanded, his eyes flashing with warning.
My eyes widened as he moved his hand over mine, forcing me to stroke him. He let out a low, rough, “Fuck as my palm glided over the heat of his length. The friction was a torture for both of us. My own body was betraying me so fast; my pussy getting wetter.
“You are wet, Scarlett,” he insisted, his breath hot against my cheek.
“I’m not,” I whispered again, a pathetic attempt to keep a shred of my dignity.
“There is only one way to find out,” he sneered.
My heart skipped a beat as he reached down. He hooked one finger into the side of my lace underwear, pulling the fabric aside with a sharp tug. I felt the cool night air for a split second before his finger pressed directly against my pussy. He let out a sharp, triumphant breath as he felt the slick, dripping evidence of my arousal.
“Liar,” he hissed. He didn’t just touch me; he slid his finger deep inside, finding how tight and swollen I was. I let out a choked gasp, my head hitting the tree bark behind me as a wave of pure, shameful pleasure rolled through my system. I was soaking his finger, my walls clenching around him as if begging for more.
“Look at you,” Leon whispered, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing it with a brutal, steady pressure that made my toes curl. “Soaked for the monster. You’re practically begging me to replace this finger with my cock p>
I wanted to scream at him to stop, but all that came out was a broken moan. I bit my lip so hard trying to stifle the sounds of my own moan. This was my first time—the very first time a man had ever touched me like this, let alone put a finger inside me. I was a virgin, a secret I had guarded like a treasure, and now it was being stolen in the woods by a man who despised me. The sensation was overwhelming; it was too much, too deep, stretching my tight walls until I felt like I would collapse.
Suddenly, the snap of a twig and the sound of drunken laughter echoed through the trees. My heart plummeted into my stomach.
“People are coming,” I gasped, my body stiffening against the tree. If anyone saw me like this—pinned against a trunk, half-naked with a future Alpha—I wouldn’t just be a thief; I’d be a disgraced outcast.
Leon didn’t flinch. Instead, he reacted with lightning speed. He stepped closer, slamming his body flush against mine to hide me from view. He pulled my head into the crook of his shoulder, his large hand covering my face and muffling my breath against his hot skin. But he didn’t stop. While he used his body to shield me, his finger stayed buried inside my pussy, moving with a slow, agonizing rhythm that made my brain go numb.
A group of warriors appeared in the distance, their flashlights dancing across the leaves.
“Who’s there?” one of them called out, laughing. Then, seeing the silhouette of a naked, muscular back and the tangle of a blue dress, they skidded to a halt. “Oh—sorry, Alpha! We didn’t mean to interrupt the fun p>
They turned around immediately, snickering and walking away, never realizing it was me… the traitor daughter.
The moment their footsteps faded, I pulled my face back, gasping for air. My chest was heaving, and my legs felt like jelly. Leon was still moving his finger, driving it deep into my tight heat, mocking the way my body clamped around him in a desperate, virginal reflex.
“They’re gone,” I whispered, trying to push his hand away, but he only pushed deeper.
“I just saved your reputation, Scarlett,” he rumbled, his voice dark and heavy with a lust he was no longer trying to hide. “What will you pay me in return p>
I frowned, a sob catching in my throat as his thumb did a brutal circle over my clit, making my hips jerk uncontrollably. “What… what do you want p>
Leon smirked, a wicked expression that told me exactly how much danger I was in.