The Alpha's Slave novel Chapter 6

Inayah felt uneasy, anxious and her stomach clenched with complete dreadful humiliation.

Her face was bright red, not from pleasure. Her eyes rose to Salem's back, tall and steeled on the horse and she glared timidly.

Her whole body felt sore, especially groin regions and she could still feel his cum, now sticky and slightly crusted between her inner thighs.

Salem had taken her Maidenhead.

He had claimed her on the forest floor. She had lost what was considered the most precious thing, to a man she knew nothing of.

A cold, callous, unemotion scum of the earth. It repulsed her, the thought of submitting so willingly- yet part of it had been out of fear. Fear that he would do more than spank her, and his coal gaze held true to its threat of harming her should she resist him.

He had touched her in ways only a husband should. His mouth had descended on her breasts tentatively, hands skimming up and down her bare legs, and that tongue- he stroked and licked her pussy like a lover kissing another.

The act was mortifying. If her parents knew, if her friends knew... If Oscar knew. And perhaps what made the situation worse was her undeniable enjoyment, the sounds of wanton pleasure he easily drew from her.

Despite his dangerous, hardened demeanor, Salem was surprisingly gentle while making love to her.

Making love.

Inayah shuddered at those words. A master and slave do not make love for no feelings except desire and submission are present. It made her wonder about him more.

Why he chose her, what he was doing so far away and who exactly he was. Inayah bit her inner cheek, wondering if it would be considered rude to ask questions.

While contemplating over talking, her eyes slant over the path before them and her steps visibly slow down. The path eventually fades to grass as trees begin to look over their heads, seemingly drawing them in.

Inayah realized then that they were walking into the heart of the forest.

The uncharted woodlands.

The land of the beast.

She stopped. "What are you doing?" Inayah questioned in slight terror as her eyes flickered between the horse and Salem.

Salem had yet to divert his attention, and when he did it seemed to be with a lot of effort- cold, calculative eyes shifted from the path to her face calmly.

He seemed quite reptilic then, otherworldly. She withered beneath his intense stare, "I just-" Inayah fumbled with her small hands nervously, "this forest... It has... We're not allowed in it."

His features shifted then, full mouth curving at the corner ever so slightly. It was a wicked smile, dry and humorless. "Is that so?" Inayah nodded still frozen in place.

Everyone knew of the Woodlands. One thousand acres of complete uncharted territories, no one dared step into the forest. Anyone who did never saw the day of light. Stories of their disappearances had began centuries ago, passed down from one generation to another as they warned their children of the dangers.

The creature that lurked within those trees, preying on idle stumblers or those who dared. A creature that ripped bellies open and wore the skin of its victims. A creature so demonic, the king had once sent caravans of priests and his best knights to track and kill the creature.

None returned alive. Realizing that he was up against something far more evil and dangerous, the King published a rule that no human would be allowed to enter the forest. Inayah knew better.

She stepped back, tugging the ropes with her. "No," she stated less calmly, "I refuse."

"Do you?" Salem mused, arching a perfect eyebrow. "Very well."

At her insistent nod, he turned back on the saddle and gently kicked the horse's side, nudging it forward.

"No!" Inayah screamed in terror as the rope tugged her forward, "No! You can't do this!"

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