Alpha’s Hybrid Cinderella
Chapter 50

Evan's mood swings were unpredictable. I didn't know whether he would wake up angry or blissful, whether he would slide out of bed to take an angry phone call or stay wrapped around me after a perfect cup of banshee weed tea.

But there was one good change after Osborn's funeral a week and a half ago. Evan had slowly become accustomed to leaving me at the Scarlet manor alone for a couple of hours at a time. He never dared leave the city itself so he could come racing back to me in case anything happened, but the dark rage and fear that he would lose me had softened its edge.

I was grateful for it. I hated having him leave me even for those one or two hours at a time, but having a moment to breathe in the day and talk to Rafael on the phone was a relief. I had no one else I could vent to. Peelle was so busy that he was gray-faced more often than not when he visited, and Leon, being a reserve Scarlet pack soldier, had been stationed in a city next to Medea.

Just another reminder of how intertwined our lives were. Every action Evan took affected us all, and yet he had never seemed so out of control as he did now. It was terrifying.

"Well, you better be allowed out soon!" Raf raged over the phone. "I don't like this whole trapping you indoors thing. This is a total red flag by the way. If a guy did that to me - hell, if Leon told me I'm not allowed to leave our apartment, I'd punch him right in the nuts."

"I know, I know, but someone is literally... dead, Raf. And Evan and Peelle think they might come after me next. This is real. This is serious. He's not just having a power trip."

"Well... fine. But still! Call me every day. Twice a day! If he starts telling you not to talk to me, that's when you know something is wrong. No decent, upright guy is going to isolate you from your friends. You know that, right?"

"I do. I promise, Raf. I'll call you in the morning, okay?"

She grumbled a little more but finally let me go. Although she would never admit it, her new barista job was taking a lot out of her. I had hung up for her sake, not mine, and I was already lonely the second I pressed the End Call button.

Luckily, my loneliness didn't last long. The door swung open, and I jumped up from the floor when Evan's tall frame filled the doorway. But no sooner had I stood than he slammed the door closed again and strode toward me.

He pulled me into a bruising hug, then kissed my neck with such fervor I shivered and moaned. Why was I so weak to his touch?

"Evan - Evan! What's going on? Something good happen?"

"A lead," he muttered into my neck between suckles. "Finally."

"That's great! Tell me about it, tell me-"

"No. Later. I want you." "Evan!"

I gasped when his hands shoved their way up my shirt, not even bothering to take it off before he squeezed under my bra and groped my breasts. I buckled against him with another moan, every inch of my body reacting to his touch like I had been starved forever. Maybe I had been. It had been so long since I had seen Evan so exhilarated, and the Alpha energy he radiated like a furnace was frantic with eagerness, not suppressed rage.

My n*****s were so sensitive. He pushed me back toward the foot of my bed as he kissed me feverishly, still squeezing my breasts and torturing the tight crests with pinches, twists, and cruel yanks that made my body shake and grow wet for him. Oh, God, oh Moon Goddess, could anything feel so good? Under his dominant hands, his muscular body, the power of a man built to conquer - he yanked my shirt up over my head and almost tore my bra off, letting them land on the floor in a heap. I was all his. "Claudia," he groaned. "You look so f*****g perfect."

I was about to breathlessly chide him for his language when he shoved me backward onto the bed and pinned my wrists above my head. His lips descended on my breast, and he sucked hard on my n****e while stroking it with his tongue. I screamed a helpless moan at the rough treatment, and in response, the heavy strain bulging in his pants grew even harder against my thigh.

"Evan, Evan -"

I spread my legs for him, inviting him further between them. But he was too impatient even to take his pants off. He thrust against me, making me cry aloud at the rough friction.

"Evan, ah-"

He attacked my other breast and made me writhe under his hot mouth for a few seconds, then lifted his head to stare at me. "Tell me you want it," he demanded. "Tell me you want me to f**k you."

I blushed from head to toe. What? He had never talked like that before. He wasn't always gentle, but there was something primal in him tonight that was more fiery and hungry than ever before. And yet, instead of being horrified... my body responded instantly with complete submission, all need, all whimpering desire.

"Evan... please..."

"Please what!"

"Please..." I gasped and moved my hips against him. His eyes tore down my body and landed on my breasts that bounced with the movement, and his erection grew even thicker. "Please, Evan... I need you inside me."

"I'm going to come inside you, Claudia. Ask me to come inside you. I'll put a baby in you."

Oh, God! What was he doing! And yet I couldn't get enough. I moaned again when he rubbed hard against my womanhood. He was so hard, so hot, even through his pants. I needed it. I needed him. "Evan! Evan, hurry, please!"

"You're so beautiful. I want you. I want all of you. I'm going to make you mine."

"I'm already yours..."

His belt clacked as he undid it with deft fingers, one hand still on my thigh. Soon it fell away. But he still had yet to put himself inside me. What was he waiting for? I needed to be filled, I needed his strength, his power, needed his thickness filling me up. "Do you like it when I talk like this?" he husked as he dragged one hand up back to my b****t. "Should I do this from now on? Talk dirty? Be rough? Tell me, does it make you feel good?"

His finger dived inside me with no warning. I arched my back, gasping and moaning in the same breath, nearly choking, but he pushed me back down and groped my breast. The scrape of my stiffened n****e on his palm felt so impossibly good, and when he squeezed it between his fingers, it nearly sent me over the edge.

But he refused to let me go so easily. He pumped in and out of me with two fingers, then three, spreading my slick all over as he pleasured me to the point of madness. His thumb pressed into my clit again and again, never letting up even when I climaxed on his hand, until at last he lined himself up with my entrance.

"Claudia," he groaned. "You're mine. I'll never let anyone take you from me."

Before I could answer, he plunged inside me, spreading my walls and penetrating me to the hilt. I moaned with him, giving myself completely over to his dominance, to his need, to the primal Alpha desire raging all over my body.

"I love the way you feel," he rambled. "so good inside you, Claudia. You're perfect. Every part of you is perfect. I love you, I love you." Evan! Don't stop, ah!"

"Evan

He pounded into me harder and harder, rotating his hips and forcing me to spread my legs wider as he stroked in and out me, devouring every inch, claiming every part. He was so thick, so hot, so good-

His hands dragged from my waist to breasts again, squeezing them hard and playing with the n*****s so roughly they chafed on his fingers. But I couldn't get enough. The pain melted into pleasure, and I wanted nothing more than to submit so he could make me feel it all the more. I squeezed around him when I orgasmed again, my whole body screaming for relief and yet more pleasure at the same time, and Evan swore filthy curses as he dragged his s*x in and out of me with increasing difficulty. "Claudia!"

"Evan! Evan!"

He slammed into me one last time with a snarl so violent it set my whole body alight. I spasmed around him again, and hot fluid filled me in powerful ropes, warming me inside.

He collapsed on top of me, and I panted under his weight. With our warmth entwined, the world settled back to normal once again...