The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 3
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Lyla
For a moment, nobody moved. Then slowly, Darius released me, his expression shifting from arrogance to unease.
“Who the hell was that?” he muttered glancing in the direction of the growl.
I didn’t answer. I didn’t know who he was either but I felt a strange pull towards him, a sense of safety I hadn’t felt in years. My eyes drifted to where he was across the room but he was no longer there.
I turned around frantically, searching for him in the crowd, but I couldn’t find him. He was just here a few seconds ago. The cruel laughter from the boys reminded me of my current dilemma.
One of the boys suddenly yelped and pointed to my legs – I flushed in embarrassment as they laughed again. It was my warm juices… I was so horny that I could feel every underwear I had on, soaked. I closed my eyes, trying to block everyone out. My body was just reacting to having plenty of men around me at the same time.
“What’s the matter, Lyla?” feeling a little… needy?” Darius taunted me as he stepped closer again. “I bet you’d do anything to make this stop, wouldn’t you?”
My breath hitched. I could feel my heat intensifying. Darius’ voice – the manly scent of the men around me… gosh! It was driving me crazy, making my skin burn and my thoughts blur. It was as though every nerve in my body was on fire and my senses were overwhelmed by the unbearable desire coursing through my veins.
I moaned loudly, clamping my legs together as the scent of my high arousal hung heavy in the air. Right now, that didn’t matter, I just wanted to take care of the pressure building inside me.
“Come on,” Darius sneered, leaning in closer. “Why don’t you just beg us? We might take pity on you, mutt.”
I recoiled, my heart racing. The insult stung, but the worst part was the twisted flicker of excitement that pulsed through me at his words. I hated my body’s betrayal, how it craved for any touch, any relief, even from those who despised me. My legs felt weak, my breath ragged and I knew I was losing control.
This wasn’t the peak yet but the heat was too much and my mind was fogged by the need that kept growing every second.
Darius’ friends jeered, their taunts mingling with the roaring in my ears. “Look at her,” one of them laughed. “She can barely stand. Pathetic.”
Another boy stepped forward and ran his index finger on my lips. I gasped with want, and opened my mouth as he inserted his finger inside it, tears burned in my eyes – I wished I could stop myself but I couldn’t.
I ran my tongue up and down his finger, moaning.
The boy’s voice dripped with false sympathy as he turned to his friends. “I bet she’d do anything to make this stop. Isn’t’ that right, Lyla? Do you want me to…”.
I couldn’t take it anymore, I pushed through them before he could finish speaking, stumbling as I tried to escape. I could feel eyes on me, could hear mocking laughter chasing me but I didn’t look back. My only thought was to get away, to find somewhere – anywhere – I could breathe.
I collided with a solid wall of muscle and staggered back. I looked up, an apology on my lips but the words died in my throat.
It was the amber-eyed man. His gaze locked onto mine with a mix of curiosity and something darker. Up close, he was even more striking – tall, broad-shoulders, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit – an indication of power and authority.
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