SWNOVELS Chapter 8
Kara,
I wake up to the light filtering through the window and the horrible pain in my limbs. I still remain tied. That brings back horrible memories of when I lived in that pack, where those of higher rank humiliated and abused me just for being weal for being an omega. I hated my nature for a long time, but when I was tired of everything and no longer had the desire to live, I realized that it was the most important, because it brings peace to the packs. When the alpha was destabilized by n having a moon or a woman capable of being next to him in time of heat to calm his wolf, they wanted to use me after so much damage they caused me, so one night I fled. .
An alpha in heat not only loses control sexually, but all his emotions increase in their entirety, but the anger and bloodlu of his inner beasts are the ones that come to light the most, so an omega must calm him down while satisfying him. his carnal needs, leaving his scent free so that the alpha has that peace he needs and that will be enough until his next heat three months, in which perhaps the omega next to him will already be pregnant.
On the other hand, there is the Don. Even though he presents some characteristics of a werewolf, he is not one, but I don think he is one hundred percent human either, since he can smell me and growls. Also, humans don't have that size, I knc because Tania always complained about her s**( partners.
Tania... I miss her so much.
Sigh.
My life was taken away in just a few seconds. The Don has me captive and I've been at his side for a month now. I know, time passes quickly. I am a prisoner of his hormones. The alpha aspect of him has me trapped without being able to go back. My omega formed bonds and connections with the Don's alpha... I don’t know how bad that can be.
Footsteps in the hallway make me alert and then I relax as I see the Don walk through the door. As always, he has his serious face. He approaches the bed to untie my restraints.
I sigh with relief when I don't have any restrictions.
Breakfast is ready. “Eat and come back here,” she orders before leaving.
I caress my wrists and look at the tattoo. I don't understand anything he says, but I know it means something to him. I ge out of bed to go to the bathroom, where I take a quick shower. The clothing I choose is a loose white dress, since the weather today feels a bit hot, and I wear some super comfortable sandals. I leave the bedroom to walk down the hallway until I reach the dining room. The Don eats breakfast alone. His gaze fixes on me. Nervously, I sit next to him. A young woman serves me breakfast. I'm surprised not to see Tamara and Fer at the table.
Where are Tamara and Fer?
“On jet skis," she answers.
I nod and eat my breakfast without opening my mouth again. We both ate breakfast in comfortable silence. I get up from the chair to do what he asked.
“I didn't say you could leave,” he mutters.
I stop and sit down again.
“You said I should have breakfast and go back to my cabin,” she whispered submissively.
—1 know what I said. —He sounds calm.
I frown at that. His mood swings make me hysterical.
—Put on a swimsuit. “I'll wait for you at the pool’ she orders.
He gets up and disappears from the dining room.
Sigh.
I head to my room and search my closet; I opt for a white two-piece swimsuit. I grab a towel and leave to go to the pool. The Don is wearing a short swimsuit and is in the pool with a glass glass, which contains an amber liquid.
I put the towel aside and enter the pool. It has a nice view of the sea and the coast of Venice. In the distance you can see people on yachts and jet skis racing or sailing.
I feel movement near me and I already have the Don's body very close to mine.
—Little puppy, I suffered because of you.
I can't help but frown.
1 don't understand.
—Leaving you wet was not a good option for me. —Now I understand it— No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't please myself with anything” she whispers in my ear.
His large hands grip my hips and pull me back. I feel the hardness in his swimsuit.
“Don,” I murmur, “we're too exposed,” I remind him when 1 feel his hand grab the strap of my swimsuit bottom.
—Little puppy, don't you understand that I F**k you wherever he wants and whenever he wants? —Finish taking off the bottom of my swimsuit.
He turns me around and watches me; Her eyes drop to my lips. I can see the doubt in them. He grunts and leans my back against the edge of the pool. I gasp when he savagely takes my lips. He bites, licks and sucks my lower Lip. His tongue enters my oral cavity until it finds mine. I close my eyes and continue the kiss trying to keep up with him. His hands rest my buttocks and he makes me wrap my legs around his waist. When we run out of air, we separate while our breathing is labored. I'm sorry to stir. I moan as I feel him enter me. He growls again and his hands grip tightly on my hips.
“Broth,” he growls.
He brings one hand to the top of my swimsuit and frees my breasts, which he brings to his lips; bites and sucks them. 1 moan and shift in his arms. Move his waist slowly; He goes in and out of me almost completely. He grabs my nipples with his teeth and causes me to gasp in pain.
“Don,” I whimper.
He leaves them and kisses me. His kisses are strong and full of possessiveness. That removes my omega and submissive part, making me susceptible. His c**k doesn't leave any free space inside me. He is big. His thrusts are responsible for dilating my v****a so that I get used to his thickness. My omega side accepts it and likes to be dominated by it.
—Adoro il sapore delle tue labbra, non mi stancher di vaciarle. —His voice comes out hoarse and his eyebrows furrow.
“Il don’t understand,” I gasp as hard as I can as I feel him push hard.
—It's the best for now, puppy.
She grits her teeth, holding back.
I can't last much longer, especially when her fingers torture my clitoris. She pinches that sensitive spot. I moan, contract around him and release my 0****m. Meanwhile, he makes several attacks. His c**k swells and 1 feel his hot cum fill me. I gasp as I feel the amount he injects inside me. He stands still with his lips parted. I try to take the initiative to kiss him, b he turns his face and looks at me with his furrowed brow.
—0nly I can take that step to kiss you. He comes closer, kisses me and bites my lower lip to the point of cutting a little. Hiss. He introduces his tongue into my mouth and runs through it as he pleases.
“Don,” someone calls.
I tense up.
“Go away," she growls and looks at the person behind us. I hear her walk away and my body relaxes. It leaves my interior slowly and leaves a void. Put on your clothes. If you want, you can last as long as you think necessary here. You can also ask Paolo to teach you how to ride the jet ski. Of course, be careful, because if you get hurt 1 will still f**k you. —He kisses me one more time and he comes out of the pool naked.
He grabs a large towel and wraps it around his waist.
I look at the place where he is leaving and I rearrange my swimsuit, this way I will avoid inconvenience with someone wh wants to come this way.
I spent a very fun afternoon with Paolo, who, by the way, is gay. He taught me how to ride the jet ski and after a while I joined Tamara and Fer to spend the rest of the afternoon with them. We got back to the boat around 4:00 pm. I didn't see the Don anywhere.
I don't know whether to be happy or worried about his dangerous job.
—she’s in Sicily—Tamara informs me when she passes by me.
I sigh and go to my room, where I take a shower to wash the sea salt off my body and hair. When I'm in the shower, I don’ 20 out anywhere because I don't feel like going out.
I sleep very late waiting for him to arrive, but that never happens.
I pin my hair in a high ponytail and inspect my clothes; a short and a top that shows my flat abdomen.
I exhale.
I leave my bedroom and walk down the small hallway until I reach the dining room. Tamara and Fer have breakfast. I sit where I always do and immediately they serve me breakfast, which consists of scrambled eggs with bacon, toast, choppe: fruits and strawberry juice. I have breakfast in total silence and wait for someone to say something about the Don, but it seems like they will keep me oblivious to the subject. Nobody says anything.
“Kara, today we return to Sicily," Tamara announces.
I look at her with confusion.
—Isn't the Don returning to the ship? —1 inquire.
—He is very busy with some problems that arose. If you want, we can go shopping before we come back.
I deny, because I don't feel like going shopping.
“I don't feel like going shopping” I repeat out loud this time and get up from the dining room. Have a nice meal.
“Then I'l tell Franchesco to come back” —It's the last thing I hear before I leave.
I walk to my room, lie down on the bed and end up falling asleep.
When 1 wake up, the ship is moving and my stomach doesn't turn back to tell me that I must return everything I have eate so 1 run to the bathroom and empty my stomach. I don't think I'll ever get on a boat again. I get up from the wooden floor and stand in front of the mirror. Although I have been sunbathing a lot, I am paler than normal. 1 finish washing my face and mouth to remove the acidic taste left by the vomit, then comb my messy hair and go straight upstairs.
I don't see anything of Venice anymore, only sea and more sea.
“Kara, it's good to see you,” Tamara greets with a nod. I know the Don is a little annoying sometimes. If my instinct is correct, you like him. —I blush for being so obvious—. The Don is difficult, but I know he feels the same way deep inside o him.
1 doubt it. — sigh and look at the sea.
—Well, don't hesitate. The Don had never hit someone over a woman. —His words surprise me—. Has he never told you anything strange? —curiosity.
“The strangest thing is this,” I point to the tattoo on my wrist.
Her eyes widen.
—He has given you his mark. Yes, he is very close to you. —Hold my hand and, in wonder, scrutinize the mark.
“What does it mean?
—Property of the Don.
She frowned.
—Do you think I'm a cow to be marking myself? —I mutter.
—it's normal for a Don to do this. It is a symbol of protection, that is, you are under its protection. All Dons do this with people who are important and so others won't mess with them. The Dons of Sicily respect families and people important another Don. That is their main rule. Do you think if you were any woman you would have that tattoo on your wrist? When she drops that bombshell, she walks away and leaves me alone with a thousand questions.