Love Like Cyanide-chapter 4
Alpha idol paranormal romance
Chapter 4: Dante
Everybody makes mistakes sometimes. But I've just fucked up so catastrophically that nothing and nobody will ever be able to take my “King of the Idiots" crown. Long live the king.
I’d just wanted to rattle her a little. Scare her for being so rough with Haven when he was already hurting. She can be a vicious monster with her elbows, like you wouldn't believe. He's a sensitive guy, and it really bothers me to see him in pain.
I barged in to her room like I owned the place, planning to intimidate her into being gentler. This wasn't supposed to end with my knot buried deep in her tight, petite little body. Any alpha with a functional nose couldn’t be that close to the mouth-watering aroma of an unclaimed bitch in heat and not do something about it.
And when she got all up in my space, so fiery and looking to pick a fight despite the top of her head barely grazing the bottom of my ribs… I missed the memo that screamed ‘Don’t fucking claim her,’ too.
I’m just racking up the wins, tonight.
Natalie and I have been at each other’s throats since the company brought her on a few months ago. She’s tiny, so she’s not a physical threat, but there’s something about her that fills me with violent urges. Urges I’ve never felt towards anyone, least of all a woman.
I’ve got three older sisters, so I know all about having my buttons pushed. Natalie’s got those bony little fingers of hers poised above the conformation for the nuclear launch codes. All the careful control I’ve worked so hard to build crumbles to dust when she’s near me.
The fact that I’ve marked her—a totally instinctual thing—and she either doesn’t know or doesn’t care… My thoughts are racing in a catastrophic way, and it’s hard to keep calm as I’m trying to come down.
She doesn’t even know that the symptoms of a heat cycle can be managed with the help of an alpha. Sheer and honest ignorance, and innocence. But as much as I want to just walk away once this knot goes down, I feel like I’ve taken advantage of her, no matter how into it she thought she was.
I’m angry for her; for the fact that her birth parents just bailed on her and society taught her nothing. And now, after marking her and drowning in her scent, I’m sure that she’s not even an—
“You’ve gotten really quiet,” she says, dragging me from my thoughts. Her voice is soft, as riddled with uncertainty as I’m feeling.
The expectant anxiety in her words is like a knife to my heart. Post-nut clarity is a bitch, but I can’t just leave her like this.
“Sorry,” I murmur into her neck, resisting the urge to sink my teeth into the already purpling indentations in her smooth skin. I want to worry the wound, roll it between my teeth until her blood gushes hot and metallic in my mouth. I want it to be unmistakably certain that she’s mine.
“I’m trying not to panic,” I say with a sigh, surprised at my own honesty and staving off the intrusive thoughts.
“Probably for slightly different reasons, but honestly… Same.” Her nervous chuckle is the most relatable thing I’ve heard all day.
I’m finally able to disengage, feeling guilty as hell for the way she winces as I pull out. I sit up, swiping sweaty hair back from my forehead. Natalie doesn’t move, but I can see the way her entire body tenses up. I give her ass a couple of pats, and she rolls an eye to look at me, irritation clear on her face.
Good. She’s always been fun to tease. Agitated Nat I can handle. That’s her normal M.O. when I’m around. I don’t know how to comfort or soothe the sadness flowing from her in waves.
“Come on.” I give her a lopsided grin. “Let’s go get cleaned up, so we can go back to wanting to punch each other.”
She sighs and takes my offered hand. “Fine,” she says with a put-upon groan. Her relieved little smirk doesn’t escape my notice, though.
I let her set the temperature, and she drags me into the stall with more force than I was expecting. I catch myself with my hands on the tiled wall, narrowly avoiding squashing her against it. What the hell? Was she always this strong?
I gaze down at her, still in awe at how small she is. “I can’t get over how fucking short you are. Are you even five feet tall?”
The corner of those kissable lips turns down in a little frown. Her anger is starting to simmer hot enough that I half expect clouds of steam to rise off her skin. “I’m five-one, fuck you very much.”
“Just barely tall enough to hop on this ride without needing liability insurance. How convenient.”
She chuffs, the muscles in her jaw clenching and unclenching. Her height, or lack thereof, is clearly a sore spot for her. Note to self: poke that shit like it’s a hibernating bear.
“You think you’re as much fun as an amusement park, Dante?”
The snarky tone has me wanting to slap her right in that smart little mouth, with my dick. I cup her cheek in my palm and tilt her head up to face me, sliding my thumb across her lower lip and watching its path. “I’m more fun and less expensive. You should feel privileged, Natalie. You’ve got an unlimited rides ticket for the evening, if you’re up for it.”
I expect hesitation from her. Uncertainty, like before. Not for her to reach out and wrap her fingers around my half-hard cock like she’s known my body for years. Air hisses between my teeth as she gives it a rolling, firm squeeze, an infuriating and knowing grin on her lips.
“I’m up for it, Dante. But I dunno if this thing can handle me all night. Seems like it might be tired.”
My head drops back with a little sigh, and I get lost in the sensation of being stroked. It doesn’t take much to have me ready to go again, even beyond what my normal stamina is. “Guess we’re going to have to find out, aren’t we?”
She drops to her knees, and I move to block the spray of the water so it’s not hitting her in the face. Natalie makes pointed eye contact with me, the warning fury of a thousand suns in her gaze. “Talk some shit about how I didn’t even have to kneel down and I’ll fucking bite it off,” she says simply.
I can’t help but laugh at the way she practically reads my mind, but my amused cackling gives way to the most undignified moans as she somehow manages to swallow me down like a pro.