The Alpha's Forbidden Vow novel Chapter 3

POV: Selene

His words were crude, brutal, and they hit their mark.-

A hot flush of shame and excitement burned my cheeks.

I couldn't speak, my silence a complete confession.

A predatory smile twisted his lips, a baring of teeth.

“Good,” he growled, and then his mouth was on mine.

It was a savage, punishing kiss, a brutal claiming.

He bit my bottom lip, hard, drawing a gasp of pain and the metallic taste of blood.

He used my shock to thrust his tongue inside, ravaging my mouth.

I was drowning in the taste of him, coffee and a dark, dangerous sin that was more intoxicating than any wine.

A heavy footstep sounded in the main hall, slow and deliberate, coming toward the kitchen.

A firm, authoritative knock rattled the door.

“Zane? Son, are you in there?”

Roman Volkov.

The Alpha.

Panic, absolute and electrifying, shot through me.

Zane ripped his mouth from mine, a silent curse twisting his features.

His movements were impossibly fast.

He shoved me down behind the massive marble-topped island, forcing me to my knees.

One hard, calloused hand clamped over my mouth, stifling my cry of shock.

“Don’t make a fucking sound,” he breathed, his eyes blazing down at me with a thrilling, dangerous fire.

“I’m here, Father,” Zane called out, his voice a mask of perfect, casual calm.

It was chilling how easily he could lie.

My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I was sure Roman would hear it.

“Is everything alright? Seraphina thought she heard something fall,” Roman’s voice came, muffled but clear.

“Dropped a bottle of water. Slipped,” Zane said smoothly, not missing a beat.

He looked down at me, a cruel, predatory grin spreading across his face.

He saw my wide, terrified eyes, and it was like throwing gasoline on a fire.

He slowly, deliberately, removed his hand from my mouth.

A test.

A dare.

I held my breath, too terrified to even whimper.

There was a long pause.

“Very well. Your mother is waiting in the blue drawing room. Don’t keep her waiting.”

“I’ll be right there,” Zane replied.

We listened as Roman’s heavy footsteps retreated down the hall.

The moment the sound faded, Zane’s feral attention snapped back to me.

The near-discovery had galvanized him.

He hauled me to my feet and slammed me back against the side of the island, hiking my thin cotton dress up around my waist.

“No more interruptions,” he rasped, his voice thick with an urgency that stole my breath.

Tears streamed down my face from the sharp, tearing pain.

He didn't stop.

He held still for a second, letting me feel every single inch of him impaling me.

“You feel that?” he growled in my ear. “That’s me. I’m inside you. You’re mine.”

Then he began to move.

His thrusts were deep and punishing, a rhythm of pure possession.

The pain slowly, impossibly, began to transform.

The sharp tearing sensation subsided, replaced by a deep, aching friction that sent sparks of forbidden pleasure through my veins.

My body, the ultimate traitor, started to respond.

My hips, of their own accord, began to lift to meet his thrusts.

A soft moan escaped my lips, and his eyes blazed with triumph.

“That’s it,” he praised me, his voice a filthy whisper. “Take your Alpha’s cock. Take it all.”

He reached down between our bodies, his fingers finding my clit.

He rubbed a rough circle, and I cried out as a bolt of pure electricity shot through me.

The pleasure was overwhelming, obscene.

He fucked me harder, his pace increasing, the sound of our slick bodies slapping against each other echoing in the huge kitchen.

"Tell me you want it," he commanded, his voice ragged. "Tell me you want me to fill your cunt."

"I want it," I sobbed, the words torn from me, all pride gone. "Please, Zane, I want you."

His control snapped.

With a final, guttural roar, he drove into me one last time, his hips slamming against mine as he flooded my womb with his hot seed.