Trapped in a Novel as the D-Class Alpha I Hated Most-Chapter 159: Too Strong For A Beta...

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The light is the color of whiskey. Just enough to see him.

He’s over me. Deniz. His body a question I keep answering yes to. One hand beside my head, fingers curling into the pillow. Not holding himself up—holding himself here, with me. His weight settles over mine, warm and real and his.

I can’t look away from his eyes.

They’re dark. Always dark. But tonight they’re something else—something that makes my chest hurt in the best way.

Like he’s seeing me for the first time. Like he’s choosing to see me.

His voice is a whisper.

"Zyren. I love your eyes."

His free hand reaches up, finger tracing my cheek. "They look like the moon," he says.

"Holding all its moonlight."

I can’t speak. Don’t want to.

He leans in and presses his lips to mine. Soft first—a question. I answer by opening for him—an invitation.

His tongue slides in, sweeping through my mouth like he’s claiming every corner. My body melts beneath him. Already burning.

He takes my breath. I give it.

His hand slides down, starts working the buttons of my pink silk nightshirt—one by one, slow, deliberate. His fingers are cold against my burning skin.

When he touches my chest, a shaky breath escapes me. I can’t help it.

He pulls back. Just enough. Just to see me.

"Zyren." His voice is rough, like he’s been running.

"If you’re tired, we can stop."

My cheeks burn. I slide my arms around his neck and pull him closer.

"I’m not."

A smile spreads across his lips—like he just heard exactly what he needed to hear. Then he pulls back, sits up, and strips off his shirt in one motion. Tosses it aside. I stare at his strong muscles, the way the dim light carves shadows across his chest.

Then he leans down. His mouth is on mine again—

And it’s different—hungry, desperate, like he’s been holding this back too long.

And then—

Roses.

The familiar scent of fresh roses spreads through the air. I know this scent—Deniz’s—but tonight it feels different.

Stronger.

Too strong for a beta.

It wraps around me, sinking into my skin, warm and dizzying. My eyes want to close. I want to disappear into it.

Betas aren’t supposed to have pheromones like this. Not strong ones. Not ones that make my body react like this.

And yet his scent feels stronger than Moon’s ever did.

His roses wrap around my mind like silk, and my own rises to meet it—sweet peach blossom, honey-thick, answering.

His mouth moves to my cheek. My jaw. The hollow of my throat.

"Zyren." His lips against my skin.

"I love your scent. It’s so good."

He moves lower. His lips press against my pink nipple. He sucks, then bites—gently—and a sound tears from me.

"Ahngh..."

My back comes off the bed.

"Hngh..." I clench the sheets.

"So good," he murmurs against my skin.

His fingers find the other nipple, rolling, pinching, teasing. I press my hand over my mouth, trying to hold back. He looks up at me.

"You’re so sensitive here."

His eyes hold mine. "Don’t hold back. I want to hear your voice. Call my name, Zyren."

"Ahh..."

"Den—iz..."

‎My voice breaks. Breath uneven.

He moves lower. His lips trail down, hands

following. His fingers hook in my trousers. One pull. Gone. Tossed to the floor.

I close my eyes—shy, embarrassed. His hand wraps around me. A shiver runs through my whole body.

‎"Hm.... Den... iz..."

His voice drops low.

"Zyren. Don’t close your eyes. I want your eyes on me."

I force them open. I look at him. My eyes sting with tears I don’t understand.

My face burns as he spreads my legs. He lowers his head, pressing his lips to my inner thigh. My leg rests on his shoulder. He bites the skin softly, then licks over the mark.

"Your legs are beautiful," he murmurs.

"So long."

I’m shaking. Everywhere.

"Why so nervous?" His voice is soft. Strange. Like he’s asking himself more than me.

"It’s not our first time."

His eyes meet mine.

My breath breaks apart.

"For me, it is."

My voice is small. I hate how small it is. "That night I was drunk. But now..."

I swallow.

"I’m completely sober."

Something in his face changes. Softens. He looks at me like I’m something precious.

Then he lowers his head again.

His tongue touches me—there, there—and a moan tears out of me before I can stop it.

"Ahh..."

Heavy. Broken. I try to speak but the words shatter.

"Den... iz..."

He sucks slowly. His tongue slides inside. My hands fist the sheets.

"Anh—"

"Stop." The word rips out of me.

"No—take it out, Deniz, it’s—dirty—"

He doesn’t stop. He sucks harder, and his voice vibrates through my whole body.

"It’s delicious."

He pulls away, sliding his trousers down and tossing them aside. I look at him, my eyes widening.

‎He’s so big.

I look at his face—this gentle face, these innocent features. Then I look back down.

This innocent face hides a monster.

He grips himself. Presses against me. He’s so warm. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

My voice comes out weak. "Deniz. I don’t think it’s gonna fit."

‎He presses against my entrance. "Just take a deep breath."

"Deniz—"

THRUSSST!

"Ahhhhhhhhngh—"

The sound that tears from me fills the whole room. My eyes wet. Tears sliding down my cheeks. Fists clenching the sheets. My whole body trembling.

‎He’s completely inside me.

It feels—God—I don’t have a word for it. Ticklish and full and too much and not enough and I’m dying, I’m alive, I don’t know which.

Deniz leans over me, chest to chest, and bites my lower lip. Gently.

"Relax." His whisper against my mouth.

"I’m trying—"

He presses a soft kiss to my temple.

"If it hurts too much, bite my neck."

‎I nod. I wrap my arms around him and hold on. Nails dig into his back as he slides out and thrusts again.

"Hmmph.."

I press my lips together, trying to control my voice.

He kisses my neck. "Zyren. Call my name. Scream it loud. I want to hear it all night from your mouth."

"Den—iz... ngh..."

Our breaths tangle—fast, desperate. Our bodies slick with sweat. He keeps moving. Keeps going. Keeps filling me until—

He spills inside me. Warm. So warm. Dripping down. And then he collapses.

His weight on me. His breath in my ear. His heart slamming against my chest.

I can’t open my eyes. Can’t speak. Can’t move.

I just hold him.

Tight.

And let the darkness take me.