The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 390

Chapter 390: The girl who called the darkness II

Delia

Someone starts to knead my breasts, pinching my nipples and causing me to arch my back in pleasure. At this point, I could barely hear a word of what they were saying. The sensations were overwhelming, and I could feel my body gearing up to a heightened sense of pleasure.

As I continue to service the man in my mouth, I feel a hot jet of something splash against the back of my throat. I tried to remove my mouth, but Steve pinned my face to his, groaning out and moving his hips erratically.

Jordan and Tommy took turns pounding into me from behind and in front, their sweaty bodies grinding against mine. My cries of pleasure mingle with their grunts and gasps, creating a symphony of lust that echoes off the walls of the alleyway.

As they continue to use me, my muscles clench around them, milking whoever was inside me for all they’re worth.

I felt my woman’s core clutch suddenly, and I let go of the person inside my mouth, throwing my head backwards as I groaned in pleasure. Waves of pleasure washed over me, while I thrust my hips into the person behind me.

I could feel them shooting something warm inside of me. My body vibrated as I rocked them one last time.

Finally, the four of us collapsed to the ground, exhausted.

After a few minutes, I lay on the cold ground, watching as the boys rose to their feet, adjusted their clothing, and all of them had proud smiles on their faces.

"You liked it, freak, didn’t you?" Steve sneered and reached into his pocket, pulling out a crumpled $50 bill, which he threw at me. "Since you enjoyed it too, I think this is fair enough."

Tommy leaned down to squeeze my breasts one last time before they turned and started moving away, laughing.

Now that the initial pleasure had died down, everything hurt. The humiliation stung worse than the physical pain I felt.

This was my life, working myself to death just to be treated like garbage by people who threw away more money than I made in a week.

I managed to pick myself up, realising now that I was bleeding. Just as I managed to zip up my gown, I heard a loud shriek that pierced through the night.

I wobbled to the entrance of the alley, staring in the direction of where I’d heard the noise. To my surprise, I saw Tommy, Steve and Jordan running back toward me, their faces were filled with terror.

Then they stopped a few feet away from the alley and started cowering and screaming like children. One of them—Jordan—actually wet himself.

I looked past them, I

They were a strange breed

eyes that glowed red in the streetlight. Their lips pulled back

I could do was watch in horrified fascination as the creatures circled

dogs leapt on the boys in a coordinated attack, cutting off their annoying screaming and shouting.

watching it, just like

leaning in the shadows, pushed himself from

he started coming towards

my state. I watched as the man reached me, then came to stand in front of me. His eyes took in the length of my body, eyes flaring with annoyance when he saw the

Then he smiled.

afraid,

***

Present Day

my rental car, pausing to

hour practising the expression in my bathroom

smelled like burned meat, and I could see fear emanating from the bodies of the agents taking

a new van; actually, several news vans had lined the block, but none dared

walked past the

I explained to the young police officer, who nodded and raised the yellow tape for

Whispering Pine. Standing at 6 ft 1, I

my best to wear clothes which flatter my

when I saw one of the police

muttered to myself, closing my eyes for a

apart with the same systematic brutality that had become

from excitement. Each kill brought me closer to my goal, closer to drawing the supernatural world into the open where I could finally

my hand to my

ran to me with concern written across his face. "Ma’am, are you alright? You shouldn’t be this close

hand. How many more innocent people have

establishing myself as Dr. Delia Pier, a historian researching local folklore and urban legends. I’d published works on Werewolves,

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255