The Scorned Luna-Chapter 100: Say It

​His tongue was hot, rough, and authoritative. He licked her from bottom to top, a long, slow stroke that made Sofia’s toes curl and her head thud back against his high-backed leather chair. She scrambled to cover her mouth with her hand, desperate to muffle the undignified shrieks of pleasure that wanted to erupt from her throat.

​Alaric didn’t show mercy. He sucked her clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue with a punishing intensity while his hands gripped her hips, digging his fingers into her soft flesh. He drank her in, tasting her juicy cream.

​He paused for a second, his lips glistening, and looked up at her. She looked like a masterpiece: hair disheveled, lips swollen, and eyes glazed with lust.

​"Who, Sofia?" he demanded, his voice a vibrating rumble against her inner thighs. "Who do you belong to?"

​Sofia’s chest heaved, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Even now, with her body screaming for him to continue, her stubbornness wouldn’t break.

​"No... one," she whimpered, her fingers knotting in his dark hair. "I belong... to myself."

​Alaric’s jaw tightened. He knew she was lying. He could feel the way her pulse jumped against his lips, the way her nectar flowed at his touch.

​"We’ll see how long that pride lasts," he rasped, his voice thick with hunger.

​With a sudden, powerful movement, he gripped her waist and hauled her off the desk. Sofia’s feet hit the plush carpet, her legs still trembling from the assault of his tongue. Before she could even steady herself, Alaric’s heavy hand landed on her shoulder, forcing her down. He pushed her until she was on her knees before him, her skirt still bunched around her waist and her reddened ass exposed to the cool air of the office.

​Alaric stood over her like a dark god, his breath coming in ragged hitches. His hands went to his waist, the metallic click of his belt buckle echoing in the sudden silence of the room. He unzipped his fly with a sharp, decisive tug, and his cock sprang free—thick, heavy, and pulsing with a life of its own. It was a dark, angry purple, the head already glistening with a bead of translucent precum that spoke of his desperation.

​Sofia’s lips parted involuntarily. Her eyes were fixed on the size of him, her own pussy clenching in a rhythmic, needy pulse that made her dizzy. She could smell him now—the raw, musky scent of a dominant Alpha in rut. It was overwhelming.

​"Look at me, Sofia," Alaric commanded, his voice a vibrating rumble.

​When she lifted her glazed sea-blue eyes to his, he didn’t give her a choice. He reached out, his large hand tangling in her blonde hair and tilting her head back. With a firm pressure, he forced her mouth open.

​"Since you don’t want to use that mouth to tell me the truth," he hissed, his eyes glowing like emerald fire, "use it for this."

​He guided himself in, the tip of his cock stretching her lips as he pushed past her teeth. Sofia let out a muffled, strangled moan, her hands reaching up to grip his muscular thighs for balance. The heat was incredible—a thick, throbbing intrusion that filled her completely. Alaric groaned, his head snapping back as he felt the velvety warmth of her throat.

​He began to move in a slow, punishing rhythm that made Sofia’s eyes water. She reached up, her small hands wrapping around his thick, throbbing length, her fingers barely meeting around the girth of him. She began to suck him with a desperate hunger, her tongue swirling around the head like he was a lollipop before she started taking him deeper, shoving him in and out of her mouth until she was gagging on his dominance.

​Alaric let out a broken, guttural groan, his wolf purring so loudly it vibrated through his entire chest. He was losing control; the sight of her blonde hair between his thighs and the warmth of her mouth was pushing him to the brink of a premature explosion.

​"Enough," he rasped, his voice thick.

​He hauled her up by her underarms, her feet barely touching the carpet as he marched her toward the massive floor-to-ceiling glass window. Sofia gasped, looking out at the sprawling factory grounds. The glass was heavily tinted; they could see every laborer and truck moving below in the morning sun, but to the world outside, it was just a dark, silent mirror.

​Alaric’s hands were everywhere. He gripped the collar of her professional blouse and ripped; the buttons flew across the marble floor. Her breasts, encased in a lacy half-cup bra, spilled out, straining against the fabric. He groaned, his fingers skillfully unhooking the clasp behind her back in one fluid motion.

​The moment her breasts bounced free, Alaric lunged. He took one heavy globe into his mouth, his teeth grazing her sensitive nipple while his other hand kneaded the soft flesh of her other breast.

​"Alaric... please..." Sofia moaned, her fingers knotting into his dark hair, pulling him closer even as she trembled at the risk of being seen. "I want you... please, I want you inside."

​"You want me?" he hissed against her skin, his breath hot and bruising. "After riding with Alexander? After telling me you belong to no one?"

​He ignored her begging. He reached down, his hand finding her soaking wet core, and shoved two thick fingers deep inside her. Sofia screamed into the glass, her breath fogging the window as she watched a group of laborers offload a crate just yards away. They had no idea their Alpha was devouring his assistant right above their heads.

​"Please... not your fingers... Alaric, please," she sobbed, her hips bucking against him.

​But this was his punishment. He wanted her to ache. He wanted her to feel the agony of wanting him and being denied. He fucked her ruthlessly with his fingers, the wet, slapping sound of his intrusion filling the silent office.

​"Is this what you wanted him to do to you?" Alaric growled, his own cock thumping painfully against his abdomen.

​He suddenly pulled his fingers out, leaving her empty and gasping. He spun her around so her back was to him, her palms pressed flat against the cold glass as she looked out at the busy factory yard. She braced herself, her heart leaping, thinking he was finally going to claim her, but instead, he dropped to his knees behind her.

​He grabbed her hips, pulling her back until her rounded, reddened ass was pressed against his face. He spread her legs wide, and then he buried his face between her thighs.

​From behind, his tongue was a weapon. He began to lick her from her entrance all the way up to her clit, his nose buried in her folds as he lapped at her cream. Sofia’s knees buckled. She was watching the workers below, her eyes wide and glazed, as the Alpha of the pack ate her out with a feral, hungry intensity that made her entire world go white.

​"Say it, Sofia," he muttered against her wetness, his voice muffled but demanding. "Tell me who owns this pussy."