The Alpha's Gamble - Chapter 40: Chapter 40

“Whoa, what the fuck was that?” the human scrambled to get up and stood naked in front of the spectators who were frozen in their spots.
“Get out.” Noah grabbed the door, and I begged that, out of all the times he’s remained in control, for this to not be the time he lost it.
“This is my apartment, dude,” his voice was cool and collected, I was impressed but also wanted to tell him how dumb he was being. That’s something I had to give the humans credit for, no matter how stupid it was, they didn’t back down when it came to an attack on their dignity.
Unfortunately, neither did a werewolf.
Noah’s hand shot out and he grabbed the guy’s throat, within five seconds his face was turning red, and then shades of blue crept up on his skin. The vessels in his eyes were bursting and it looked like his eyes were about to pop out.
“Noah, that’s enough!” I tied the sheet around me and got up to make sure he didn’t kill the guy. “Let him go!”
I grabbed his hand and tried to pray it off, but it was like he didn’t hear me.
He pulled the guy in closer and lifted his feet off the floor.
“Get. Out.” He let go and the human fell on all fours, wheezing for a breath while he scurried out of the room. Poor guy had no idea what he was up against.
“What is your problem?” I jumped when the door was slammed shut and Noah slowly turned around.
I backed away to create some space between us and pushed away the thoughts of wanting me to fall into his arms, feel his touch, or just be close to him. The voices were drowned, they were under control, they were submerged so I didn’t need him. Maybe if I didn’t need him, I wouldn’t want him. Maybe if I fucked someone else I could get the memory of Noah’s touch out of my system. That was the plan, and it failed fucking miserably.
“You let a human fuck you?”
I stuck my chin out and glared at his condescending expression.
“I begged him to.” I spat and crossed my arms. If you’re going to be condensing, you better be prepared for a bitch to respond.
His aura was thick, choking me with the anger he radiated but what did he have to be angry about? Why wasn’t he at home with his girlfriend, having dinner with his family? Nobody asked him to come here. Nobody wanted him here. He invited himself and I swear to God if I see Olivia strutting around out there, I’ll go manic.
When Noah walked closer, I continued to step back and pulled the sheet tighter around my chest.
“You know, I can still see your tits,”
I looked down and saw that he was right. The sheet was basically meshed, my nipples were stiff and pressed against the sheet while I smushed my tits under my arms and tried to cover them.
The closer he got, the faster I retreated, I didn’t want him to touch me, it wasn’t fair for me to feel how I did when I knew that he wanted someone else. I didn’t want to feel safe and calm or turned on with Noah. Not when he’d just turn around and fuck Olivia.
When I took another step, knowing that I didn’t have a lot more space behind me, Noah shot his hand out and grabbed my face. He pulled me, his fingers dug into my cheeks and put pressure on my jaw and I whimpered…but not from the pain.
“You begged him, huh?”
My lips were puckered, so he heard every hard breath I took and when I felt the voices shut up even more, not only drowning but being buried under sand with rocks landing on their heads, I tried to fight it. I tried to dig them up, to hear their screams and their laughing. Fuck, please, start screaming, screeching until I wanted to peel my brain out. Make my ears bleed. Anything except disappear. He couldn’t have this control over me, I didn’t want to want this.
“Yes,” I said breathlessly and cursed my body for melting against him.
“Hmm.” Noah’s grip tightened and a shivering breath left my lips when I felt his fingers against the sheet. The slit parted by my hip and graced my skin softly, gently, like a feathers touch he stroked my hip and around my back.
“Was he good?” when his lips brushed against mine I could feel my wetness soak me completely and Noah slid his fingers between my legs.
“Did he fuck your mind into silence?”
How did he…Lie, Maddie.
“Yeah,”
“Yeah?”
Oh god, I forced my eyes to stay open when he rubbed his finger between my walls and spread my wetness across my pussy, lubing his finger and rubbing circles over my clit.
There was not a chance in hell that I would beg him to fuck me to, not two guys in one day. Especially not Noah. That moment in my bedroom rushed back and reminded of the rejection, painfully stabbing the ugly truth into my head.
I had to stop. Maybe if I pretended like I wasn't feeling anything, he’d get discouraged and stop and never, ever try again.
“Are you telling me that this wetness is for him? That human made you soak like this?”
Lie.
Say something.
Why were no words coming out?
I had to choke a moan when he pushed one finger in, but my eyes rolled back and I pressed my chest against him.
Noah dragged his lips across my jaw and up my neck- he nibbled below my ear, scraping his teeth across my skin, and pressed his lips against my ear.
“Answer me.” His voice was hoarse and low. My legs trembled under him, and he moved his fingers excruciatingly slowly.
“Noah-“
“The truth, Maddie. Are you this wet for him?”
“No,”
“Did he make you moan his name?”
Fuck.
“No,”
Noah slammed his lips down on mine, his fingers tightened around my face and he entered another finger and thrust hard and deep.
“Ahh, fuck!”
“Good girl.” Noah pulled away and I fell back two steps, the back of my knees hit the bed and folded as I fell on my ass.
The mattress dipped under my weight, and I looked up at him in confusion. Why did he stop? Was this a game to him? Was he about to reject me again?
He couldn’t touch me like that, knowing what it did to me, and then just pull away. That’s rude as fuck, not to mention incredibly disrespectful.
He has a girlfriend. You’re the disrespectful one.
It was either my conscience or the voices that clawed their way back up the second his touch was gone. And even the alcohol wasn’t enough to keep them down after Noah. It’s like his touch undid everything; it helped for the moment, and then everything came back tenfold.
And I fell, deep into that dark space.
Noah’s shadow covered me when he stepped around the bed and came to stand between my legs.
Tilting my head back, I looked up at him, wanting to cuss him out and tell him to fuck off but I couldn’t. The words were there on my tongue, and the second I opened my mouth they fell silently on the floor. He hooked his finger under my chin, lifted my head, and stroked his thumb over my lips.
“You have no idea,” he whispered hoarsely. “How badly I want to take you.”
“Do it.” Those words slipped right out. Desperately and unfiltered.
The hazy veil covering his eyes told me that he was fighting for control, but why wasn’t he just letting go? I got up on my feet, let go of the sheet and as it dropped to the floor, Noah grabbed it and covered me back up. These mind games were getting to be too much, I didn’t understand what he wanted from me. One second he wanted to fuck me, and now he doesn’t even want to see me naked. But two seconds after he covered me up, the door opened and Logan fell into the room: flustered and breathless.
“Problem. Big…big problem!”