Chained to the Enemy Alpha
Chapter 109: Be My Guest

Chapter 109: Chapter 109: Be My Guest

Victoria sulked as Hunter led her down the dimly lit corridor. Her steps were heavy with frustration, each one louder than necessary.

“Where exactly are you taking me?” Victoria snapped, her patience wearing thin.

Hunter smirked; he didn’t look back. “To your accommodations for the night, of course.”

He stopped in front of a wooden door and pushed it open. Victoria peered inside and immediately recoiled. Three young women lay sleeping on thin mats spread across the floor. The room was barely big enough for them, let alone a fourth person.

The scent of sex and overpowering perfume lingered in the air.

“You can’t be serious,” Victoria hissed, backing away from the doorway. “I am not sleeping in there with... with them.”

“What’s wrong? I thought you might like to make some new friends. Seeing as your traveling companions couldn’t care less about you,” Hunter mused as he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed.

“Find me a proper room,” Victoria demanded, jabbing a finger into his chest. “Or I swear I’ll make you regret it.”

Hunter pushed her finger away. His smile didn’t falter.

“And how exactly are you going to do that? By running to your precious Alpha?”

Victoria straightened her back, chin tilting upward, “Yes.”

“The Alpha who barely acknowledged your existence? The one who embraced his mate so tightly in front of everyone with concern in his eyes?” Hunter mocked.

“He’s only playing it up for her,” Victoria protested, “It’s all for show. For politics to secure his position. She means nothing to him.”

Hunter walked back into the hallway, laughter echoing the walls.

“Is that what you tell yourself?” He stepped closer to her, voice dropping to barely a whisper, “So that you can sleep at night?”

Victoria’s blood boiled. The image of Zayn embracing Lily was etched into her mind. She wanted to scream, but there was nothing she could do but watch.

It was torture.

“You don’t know anything,” she huffed, shoulders sagging.

“Oh, but I do know,” Hunter added, lifting her chin to make her meet his eyes, “I can feel your stare, your anger. It flows through every part of your body.”

He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, never breaking eye contact.

“I like a woman who has a fire inside her,” he continued, voice barely a whisper as his hand traveled down to her chest.

Victoria saw red. She swiped Hunter’s hand away, but he caught her wrist and pushed her against the wall.

“Let go! What are you—”

Hunter kissed her on the lips. He wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her close. He made sure she could feel his hardening member between her legs. He trailed the kiss down to her neck, nibbling at her skin.

Victoria let out an involuntary moan. She hadn’t been touched in a while. She’d refused to sleep with anyone else but Zayn ever since the war was over.

She had made multiple advances, but he pushed her away every single time. She felt Hunter’s hand travel down from her waist to her ass. He squeezed her butt cheek tightly.

“I remember you, Victoria,” He whispered to her, hot breath against her collarbone, “Your moans were... intoxicating.”

Victoria froze. She’d almost forgotten about those days, the sex parties Xavier used to host. She-wolves were merely tools of pleasure. Some were forced, others were willing.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she whispered, turning her face away. “And I’m not interested.”

“Is that so?” Hunter mused.

He lifted the hem of her dress, caressing her soft, supple thigh.

“You’re tense right now, Victoria,” He said, nuzzling on her neck, “You must be so pent up, watching him with her day after day.”

“I can smell...” He licked his lips, “You smell so sweet, Victoria. Your body betrays you beautifully.”

Victoria’s breath hitched. She tried to squeeze her thighs together. She felt his hardening member pressed up against her core. Hunter was right. She was pent up and in desperate need of relief.

“What are you suggesting?” She asked.

Hunter smiled, “I aim to please all of my guests. Since you don’t like the accommodations I’ve prepared for you, perhaps...”

“Just get straight to the point,” She hissed in annoyance.

“Tsk tsk tsk, so impatient,” He added, “There’s only one other room left that would be suitable for you. Fit for a queen.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

Hunter led her to a different door. This room was larger. A plush bed in the centre, big enough to sleep four, maybe five.

“What do you think?” He asked, closing the door behind them.

“Better,” She mumbled.

As soon as she turned back to face him, Hunter claimed her lips hungrily. He swept her off her feet and threw her onto the bed. Victoria gasped as she lay heavily, panting for air. She smirked, lifting the hem of her dress to review her slender thighs.

She spread her legs seductively, ready to rub her clit.

“No,” He said with a smirk as he grabbed her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed.

He got down on his knees and buried his face between her legs. He ripped off her panties and tossed them to the side. Her pink core was moist with arousal.

He pressed his mouth against her core. Victoria gasped, throwing her head back. She ran her hand through his hair, gripping tightly.

The sensation was immediate and overwhelming. Hunter knew exactly what he was doing, his tongue swirled her clit in rhythmic motions that made her thighs tremble.

“Oh fuck–” she groaned, pushing herself core closer to Hunter’s mouth, desperate for more.

“Do you remember me now?” he murmured before licking her entrance.

Victoria couldn’t answer. She gripped the bedsheets as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Hunter felt her core pulse against the tip of his tongue. She was ready, ready for more.

He kissed her clit, sucking on it before inserting his tongue into her entrance.

“Hunter, you... you son of a bitch...,” she moaned, back arched.

Victoria hadn’t realised just how pent up she’d been. Things were different with Hunter. He satisfied her in ways Zayn didn’t. It unlocked a side of her that felt familiar yet foreign.

When her first orgasm hit, her back arched off the bed. Hunter was tongue deep in her, savoring her juices like fine wine.

As she lay panting, Hunter stood and licked his lips, “Delicious. Sweet like honey.”

“Is... is that all you got?” She asked with a smirk, in between gasps of air.

Hunter chuckled as he shook his head. He removed his shirt and unbuckled his pants, letting them drop to the floor. His cock was hard and ready. Victoria looked at his cock hungrily.

“Oh, I’ve got plenty more. Let’s see how much you’ll get tonight.”

Hunter climbed on top of Victoria. He claimed her lips, tongue in her mouth. He ripped off her dress, exposing her naked form. The cold air hardened her nipples.

He squeezed one of her nipples between his fingers, listening to her moan at the pleasure and pain.

“If I recall, you like it rough, yes?” He asked as his hand traveled down to her core.

He rubbed her clit in quick circular motion. Victoria wrapped her arms around his neck, gasping and moaning as she spread her legs a little wider.

“You.. you call this rough?” She asked as he inserted his fingers into her entrance.

He pumped his fingers in and out of her.

“I’m just warming you up for what’s to come,” He added, pushing another finger inside her, stretching her entrance.