Chapter Five

The Devil's Bed

POV: Elena

"Who gave a Vance mouse permission to scurry into my cage?" Dante asked, his mere voice nearly sending me on my knees.

Before I could answer, the two massive gammas from the hallway burst through the shattered double doors, their faces flushed with humiliation. "Alpha," the left one gasped out, his fists tightly clenched. "We apologize. The bitch was too fast. We’ll drag her out right now and dump her in the river."

They lunged forward, their hands reaching aggressively for my bare shoulders.

“Touch her,” Dante whispered, his voice dripping with pure menace,“and I will peel the skin from your arms before you can blink.”

The two gammas froze instantly. The absolute authority in Dante’s tone was terrifying. They slowly dropped their hands, bowed their heads in absolute terror, and backed out of the room, pulling the doors shut behind them. The sharp click of the lock echoed through the silence like a bullet.

Then, there was only the quiet.

Dante set his glass down on the coffee table and slowly rose from the couch. He was massive, easily six-foot-four of pure muscle, his white dress shirt straining violently against his chest. As he stepped out of the shadows, the low light caught the dark runes tattooed up his forearms and twisting around his thick neck.

He walked toward me, each slow step feeling like a panther stalking a trapped meal. The heavy scent of cedar, rain, and pure Alpha dominance flooded my senses, making my head spin.

"You have exactly ten seconds to explain why I shouldn't tear your throat out right now, Elena Vance," he murmured, stopping just inches away from me. He was so close I could feel the intense heat radiating from his bare skin. "I'm in your hotel doesn't give you the right to just step in here. Your fiancé’s pack is currently hosting a gala downstairs. If you're a spy sent by Julian, you've made a fatal miscalculation."

Instead of backing away, a dark, reckless confidence surged through my veins. This was for my baby and I knew exactly what cards I held and that was my body. I wasn't the most beautiful or most sexy, but I had absolute confidence that I could easily get whichever man I wanted. Julian was just a foolish exception. It was my ultimate weapon and I was going to use it to bind the Reaper of New York to my cause.

Slowly, I stepped forward, looking directly into those terrifying golden eyes. The heels of my shoes clicked softly against the floor. I didn't stop until I was standing right between his massive thighs. His golden eyes tracked every inch of my movement, burning with curiosity.

I didn't ask for permission and reached down, grabbing the hem of my gown, and hitching it up past my thighs. Then, I swung one leg over his lap, straddling his thick, muscular thighs as I forced him back down onto the leather chair.

Dante’s breath hitched, as if surprised by my bravery but he didn't push me off.

I sank my full weight onto his lap, immediately feeling the massive, rock-hard ridge of his cock straining fiercely against his trousers. I leaned forward, pressing my breasts flat against his hard chest, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. I leaned close, my lips brushing against his ear as I slowly shifted my hips, deliberately grinding my wet pussy directly against his thick hard-on through the fabric.

"Julian is an amateur," I whispered seductively as I rolled my hips again, drawing a sharp hiss from his lips. "And I am no one's spy. I am here to offer you a deal, Alpha King."

Dante’s large hands shot up, gripping my waist and stopping my movement, his golden eyes blazing down into mine. "A deal? A wolfless, broken heiress who dropped out of school to hide a pregnancy thinks she can ride the Reaper? What the hell could you possibly have that I want? And don't even get me started on your body, I could have any woman I wanted."

"But none of them is the heiress to the billion dollar Vance Holdings Company Or has access to its deepest, most protected financial records. The offshore routing numbers, the shell companies my stepmother uses to launder money for the Cross pack, and the legal blueprints to completely dismantle Julian’s family from the inside out. I will give you everything. I will put the weapon to bury them right in your hands."

I ground my ass heavily against his thick cock again, forcing him to feel just how badly I wanted this alliance. "All I want in return is your protection. Keep me alive long enough to tear Julian and Chloe apart with my own hands. Let me use your shadow to hide until I claim back what's mine and I'll repay you massively."

Dante’s pupils dilated until his eyes were almost completely black, his Alpha wolf going absolutely feral over my proximity and the intoxicating scent of my arousal. The thick veins pulsed rapidly along his neck.

"You are incredibly fucking bold, Elena," he growled, his voice thick with unhinged lust. "You think you can just climb into the devil's lap, give him a little show, and walk away? Once you enter my cage, you belong to me."

"Then take what's yours," I breathed.

The last thread of his restraint snapped.

He gripped the front of my gown and violently yanked it down, tearing the fabric completely open to my waist. My full breasts spilled out into the cold air, my nipples already hard and aching for his touch. He didn't hesitate and opened his mouth, biting down hard on one nipple, then sucking it deep into his mouth while his massive hand slid down between my thighs.

He ripped my lace panties completely off, throwing them across the floor. His long, calloused fingers dug straight into my soaking wet pussy. He slid two fingers deep inside me, testing my wetness, rubbing his thumb ruthlessly against my swollen clit.

I screamed out, my back arching as intense pleasure shot straight down my spine. I was dripping wet, completely overwhelmed by the

feel of his thick fingers.

"Look at how fucking wet you are for me," Dante growled, his face dark with pure satisfaction. "Dripping and begging for my cock."

I also didn't know why I was this wet, I'd never felt anything like it.

He stood up, lifting my body effortlessly with him, and slammed me hard against the door. The impact made me gasp, but before I could breathe, he unzipped his trousers and freed his massive, thick cock. It was huge, throbbing with dark veins, and completely drenched in his pre-cum.

He grabbed my thighs, hooking them tightly around his waist, and drove his thick cock deep inside my tight pussy in one brutal thrust.

I shrieked, my fingers clawing into the wood of the door as he stretched me to my absolute limit. His massive size filled me completely, hitting my sweet spot with a force that made my vision blur. It was nothing like Julian's little weiner.

"Fucking scream for me, Elena," Dante demanded against my lips as he began to pump into me with a ruthless, punishing pace.

The loud, wet sound of his hips slapping violently against my bare ass echoed through the room. He was relentless, lifting me up and slamming me back down onto his thick rod, driving himself so deep that my walls convulsed around him in pure pleasure.

I was completely helpless beneath him, my head tossing back as he tore through me. For months, Julian had touched me with pathetic hesitation, treating me like a fragile piece of glass while he secretly plotted my death. It was surprising how I even got pregnant from that. He had never once made me feel like this.

Dante noticed the shift in my eyes, his grip tightening on my ass until his knuckles turned white. He slammed into me harder, his pace turning deeply possessive.

"Julian never made you feel like this, did he?" Dante growled, his breath hot against my neck as he bit my shoulder, drawing a tiny drop of blood. "Tell me, Elena. Does that lost puppy even know how to open you up and stretch your tight little pussy out like this?"

"No...ah! No!" I gasped, tears of pure pleasure pricking my eyes as I locked my ankles tighter behind his back. "Dante...more! Please, harder!"

"You're mine now," he growled.

He carried me over to the arm of the

chair without breaking his thrusts for a single second. He tossed me face down onto the cushions, grabbing my hips and pulling my ass high into the air. He didn't waste a moment and lined his thick cock up to my soaking wet pussy then drove himself back in.

The new angle was completely devastating. Every single shove hit my clit and buried his balls directly against my pussy lips.

I screamed into the leather, my fingers ripping at the cushions as a violent climax slammed into my body. My tight walls clamped down around his thick shaft, pulsing desperately.

Hearing my whimpers and feeling the crushing grip of my pussy, Dante let out a growl. He delivered three more deep, bone-crushing thrusts, burying himself to the absolute root before his massive body went stiff.

A thick gush of his cum shot deep inside my womb, filling me completely with his Alpha seed. He held me tightly against him, his chest heaving violently against my bare back, his cock still pulsing inside my twitching pussy.

"You belong to the Reaper now, Elena," he whispered darkly, his lips brushing the bruised skin of my neck while his fingers dug hard into my bare ass. "And I'm never letting you go.”