The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel 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.

When I looked past them, I understood why.

Seven giant dogs were slowly advancing towards them. They were a strange breed of dogs I’d ever seen, probably the largest.

They were jet black with eyes that glowed red in the streetlight. Their lips pulled back to reveal long fangs.

I was too scared and hurt to run. All I could do was watch in horrified fascination as the creatures circled the boys like predators who’d found easy prey.

Suddenly, the dogs leapt on the boys in a coordinated attack, cutting off their annoying screaming and shouting. I pressed myself against the alley, staring as the dogs tore at each of the boys.

Crunching their bones, tearing them apart. somehow, I enjoyed watching it, just like how I loved what they did to me moments ago.

Suddenly, a man whom I hadn’t seen at first, but who had been leaning in the shadows, pushed himself from the wall, startling me as he came into light. Almost instantly, our eyes met.

Then he started coming towards me.

Every part of my body was frozen with terror, but I couldn’t run. I wouldn’t go far in 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 blood trickling down my legs.

Then he smiled.

"Don’t be afraid, Delia. It’s Daddy."

***

Present Day

I came down from my rental car, pausing to take in the sun blazing hot in the sky.

I surveyed the crime scene with practised horror (I’d spent about an hour practising the expression in my bathroom mirror until I perfected it), letting my face contort into an expression of genuine revulsion.

I moved over to the scene, my boots crunching over broken glass and torn fabric. The street smelled like burned meat, and I could see fear emanating from the bodies of the agents taking pictures of the dead bodies. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

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