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My mind hated being under his superior gaze, but my body was living its fantasy life, my cock growing harder by the second while my body buzzed in blissful need.
He knew it. Sensed it. Felt just how our dislike for one another was all but a façade or else I’d be so far gone in loving him that I’d do anything to please him. That was what I was truly avoiding because the Alpha part of me didn’t want to bow to anyone.
Not him. Not the others. Not anyone who dared think they were better than me in this fucked-up world.
But maybe that was the lesson here.
He was trying to teach me something. Trying to make me understand that in this world of harsh fuckery there was time for everything.
Time for confrontation, time for fighting, time for fucking, and time for recovery.
This was a test, one I’d failed, but I wouldn’t fucking admit it.
My pride was too damn high in this moment of vulnerability.
So I did what popped into my mind first. My hand moved until it grasped Dimitris’s neck, seconds before my lips smashed into his and took him on a sensual rollercoaster of domination.
He didn’t fight me back. He fell into complete submission which only riled me up and had me growling in his mouth. I kissed him long and hard, my tongue darting into his mouth when the moment was right and exploring every inch of those wet walls like I had to mark my territory.
He thought he could teach me a lesson when I just woke up and felt like fucking shit. Well, I’d take what I’d learned with a grain of salt so he’d do this all over again.
Teach me again and again until it was engraved in my fucking brain so I wouldn’t make the same mistakes in real life.
That was how Dimitris taught the pack. He let us make mistakes, acknowledge them, and then pull us out of the chaos it created. But my lesson here was to not fall for the enemies’ provoking moves.
Why? Why would I need to learn to be careful about being provoked?
The question was short-lived in my head. Dimitris suddenly tugged me forward until I was on his lap. He forced me to remain thanks to his hooked arm that secured itself around my waist.
My body shivered at the switch of dominance, and it only further trembled when he took control of the kiss while his eyes of fuming anger bored into mine, which reflected my defiance.
This fight was different.
It wasn’t one that used words to express our scorching emotions. This fight was physical with a dose of sexual dependency. The two of us were so wired for one another, but neither of us dared to say it with our words.
Our bodies couldn’t handle our stubbornness, and that was why we were at this point in time where we kissed like our lives depended on it, even if it pissed us both off.
The friction in our apparent love-hate relationship was rather laughable, but at the same time, I secretly thrived on this.
And he knew that too...because he was the same.
This relationship between us was probably the most intense because neither of us really knew where we stood with one another.
Did we love one another? Yes. I knew I loved this man just like how I held loving emotions for Neo, Saint, Jayce, Onyx, and Viktor, but there was something so much more brewing between us that I couldn’t put my finger on.
Or that I didn’t want to lay my finger on.
Our anger was just our way of controlling our impulses - fighting our desperate need to say ”fuck it” to the world and the challenges awaiting us and escaping it all so we could get lost in one another.
This was our coping mechanism, and we needed this friction to get a taste of what we could enjoy if we got all these problems out of the fucking way. And this taste was fucking addicting.
The flavor of vengeance that we need to acquire to enjoy a lifestyle of tranquility and not feel like we are walking on needles.
When we broke the kiss, we were breathless and needy, and I was so damn hard, it fucking hurt. I needed to get away, to distance myself from him for my own sanity, but he wouldn’t dare allow it.
One look into my eyes, he knew.
He always fucking knows everything.
