Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Alessio

While Dario wolfs down his disgusting soup, I check out the fireplace. There was a huge stack of wood outside against the house. My fingers and toes are chilled to the bone. It's great to be out of the cold night air, but a warm fire would make everything that much better.

"We should start a fire," I suggest, straightening.

Dario pauses the spoon half way to his mouth. "Too risky." He goes back to eating as if the subject has been decided. I hate it when he does that. He seems to think his word is final, no matter what's being discussed.

"I think it would be fine."

He stops eating again, and narrows his eyes. "Carlo and his goons could see the smoke. We don't need to do anything that draws attention. We just need to stay alive long enough to get back down to the city."

"There are other cabins around. Just because they smell smoke doesn't mean they'll know it's us," I grumble.

"It could catch their attention though, Alessio. Then what? We have no guns or weapons of any kind. Am I supposed to defend myself with a wooden spoon?" He shakes his head and finishes off his soup. He sets the pan in the sink and rinses it Then he leans his elbows on the edge of the sink as if he's feeling weak. "It's too risky."

I exhale impatiently. "Well, I'm fucking freezing."

"Check the bedroom for blankets."

"There is no bedroom. It's just the kitchen, this room, and the bathroom."

He scowls. "There's no bed?"

I laugh at how disappointed he sounds. "Sorry, Princess, no. There's no bed."

He straightens to his full height, twisting his spine. "That cot just about did my back in."

"I guess it sucks to get old," I mumble, still staring longingly at the black fireplace. Is he right about the possibility lighting a fire could bring Carlo running? My body core is so cold, I feel like I may never get warm again.

He enters the room where I am and he eyes the raggedy couch. "That looks like a pull out couch."

"Yeah. I think it is."

"Then there is a bed."

"Kind of?" I frown.

He moves to the couch and grabs the worn brown pillows, tossing them on the ground. Once he has all the pillows off, he grabs hold of the thick black bar at one end, and he yanks on it. There's a loud squeaking noise, and the bed slowly unfolds into a bed. The mattress is sunken in the middle, but there are sheets and one thin blanket. It's not a very big bed, probably a twin at best.

He puts his hands on his hips. "It's too risky to light a fire, but we can share body heat."

I clench my jaw. "Sharing body heat is getting to be a thing with us."

"You're welcome to sleep on the floor." He shrugs. "But I'm sleeping on the couch."

I eye the faded sheets and frayed blanket. "God knows who slept in that thing. There might be bed bugs."

"Nah. It's too cold for bugs. They can only survive for a short time in cold temperatures."

I narrow my eyes. "You're just a wealth of useless info, aren't you?"

He ignores me and grabs hold of the blanket and sheets. He pulls them off the bed and goes outside. Then one by one he shakes them. They're dusty, and he coughs a lot, but he doesn't stop until they don't produce much dust. He comes back inside, gives another raspy cough, and says, "Good as new."

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, this place is just like they Hyatt."

He shrugs and tosses the blankets on the bed. "I need to wash up."

"Help yourself."

He goes into the tiny bathroom, and I put the sheets back on the thin mattress. I hear water running. The cabin might have indoor plumbing, but I'm a hundred percent positive there isn't any hot water. I guess that doesn't stop Dario from washing up though. When he comes out of the bathroom, he's bear chested and his hair is damp and slicked back.

I'm annoyed by the buzz of awareness that shifts through me. But there's no denying Dario is a handsome guy. Even with a nose that looks like it's been broken a few times, he's sexy. His cheekbones are high, and his lips full. I remember well the feel of that hungry mouth on mine. I shiver, taking in his thick sinewy biceps. He exudes raw, alpha masculinity. I'm mesmerized by the way his muscles flex beneath his smooth pale skin as he arranges the blanket on the bed.

When he glances over and catches me watching him, I quickly look away. He doesn't say anything though. He simply slips on his shirt and raggedy sweater, and gets slowly on the bed. As he lays down, he lets out a heartfelt groan. I make no move to join him, but he doesn't seem insulted. In fact, he seems to have forgotten I exist.

He rolls onto his side, and presents me with his backside. I try not to fixate on how his slacks hug his muscular thighs, and tight firm ass. It's not easy though. He's a beautiful male specimen. When he tugs the thin blanket up over his body, I relent. It would be foolish to stubbornly sleep on the cold, hard floor. He's not going to care and I'm the only one who'd suffer. The only warmth available to me in this cabin is his body heat. It"s silly to reject that small bit of comfort just because I don't like him.

I go into the bathroom and peel off my shirt and pants. I'm generally very picky about hygiene. Not having a shower for two days isn't sitting well with me. The first thing I did when I got in the cabin was wash the blood off of my face. But I'd give a million dollars to be able to take an actual hot shower. However, that isn't going to happen. So, I wash up as best I can with the frigid water and an old towel. There's a mostly empty tube of toothpaste on the back of the sink. I'm able to squeeze a drip of paste out onto my finger. I rub some onto my gums and teeth, craving the minty freshness. I'd kill for a toothbrush.

Once I feel semi-clean, I redress and leave the bathroom. I get on the bed with Dario, and I can tell from his breathing he's awake. I slip under the thin blanket, grimacing at the musty scent of the material. I turn so that my back rests against Dario's. He's toasty warm, and I let out a shaky breath as I relax against his sturdy body. After a few minutes, that strange sense of peace from last night comes over me. It must be something about Dario that's soothing my inner omega. All of these instinctive alpha omega emotions are very new to me. Is Dario feeling them too, or is it just me?

I close my eyes, feeling drowsy.

"You did well today," Dario says gruffly.

I open my eyes, surprised he's saying something nice to me. "You mean at the cabin?"

"I mean all of it. I assumed you'd whine and be a pain in the ass."

I frown. "Gee, thanks."

He laughs. "I'm trying to say you've been a real trooper. You've barely said a thing about your finger." He shifts his body and turns to face me.

My pulse spikes when he does that. Even though I have my back to him, I can feel him watching me. When he gives me his full attention, it makes me nervous. But I don't want him knowing he has me flustered. "I'm still your enemy, Dario."

"I know."

I turn my head, but I can't see him clearly in the dim lighting. "Why are you being nice?"

He hesitates. "You earned my respect today."

I shouldn't care if he respects me or not, but I'd be lying if I didn't acknowledge his words please me. I don't get the feeling Dario is an easy man to impress. I can't help but feel flattered that he respects me.

He's Valentino's second. Who gives a fuck if he respects me?

When that thought comes to me, I feel foolish. What am I doing getting all gooey inside at a few words of praise? Does it really only take a few kind word from Dario to make me forget he's my enemy? He works for the alpha I still plan on destroying. I'm not giving up. I've had a setback, that's all. I still fully intend to take Valentino down.

I shift to face him, scowling. "Is this your way of trying to get me to drop my vendetta against Valentino?"

"No, but since you brought it up, you're never going to succeed. You have even less of a chance now that I know your plan."

"I guess we'll see," I mutter.

His dark eyes glitter in the dark. "If you try again, this time you'll die."

"Then I die," I mumble. "Nothing has changed."

"Everything has changed, Alessio." He sits up on his elbow. "You have no advantage anymore. Valentino will know you're coming now."

"Not if I murder you in your sleep."

He grunts. "Do you seriously want our syndicates to go to war? I doubt your men would want that. And what about Carlo? If he's still alive, you have him to contend with. Don't you think putting out that fire is more important than trying to take out Valentino?"

"No."

"Why? Carlo is the real threat to you, not Valentino."

Through gritted teeth I say, "Valentino needs to die."

"How can you be so dense?" he snaps. "Going after Valentino is a suicide mission. Our syndicate is way more powerful than yours. We'll annihilate you. You don't stand a chance."

Frustration gets the best of me, and I growl, "I have no choice. I have to do this. Whether I die or not, I can't rest knowing how unfairly my father was treated."

I expect him to growl back at me, but he doesn't. Instead he says quietly, "Look, I won't pretend to understand the love you had for your father. As you well know, I wasn't close to my mine. But you're not looking at the circumstances logically. The head of a syndicate must always act logically, not emotionally. That's what's needed when deciding whether or not to start a fucking gang war, Alessio."

"I don't want war. I… I just want Valentino to pay for what he took from my father."

"What he took was material things. You're trying to take Valentino's life. I'm not going to allow that. None of the men will."

"Then try and stop me," I hiss. "Valentino is going to pay for what he did, and that's final."

He's quiet for a moment and then he asks, "What would you have had Valentino do to your father? Your father took his omega captive. Nico was almost killed because of what your father did. Do you really believe that Valentino should have completely let him off after what he did to Nico? Valentino would have been in danger then of being perceived as weak. You know how this works."

"He took almost all of my father's business away. He humiliated him."

"And as I told you before, Valentino let your father off easy. You don't seem to understand that by sparing Joseph's life and that of his family, Valentino was trying to be fair. By all rights he should have had your father and his entire family slaughtered. How can you not see that?"

"You're not going to change my mind." My voice wobbles with anger. "Just stop talking about it."

Frustration radiates off of him. "It's hard to be silent after the things I've seen in my life, Alessio. So many men will die needlessly because of how naive you are," he mutters. "Maybe you don't understand because you're young and blinded by too much pride."

"I don't care about your opinions, Dario. You're nothing to me."

"Do you care about your bloodline?" he rumbles. "Because the Abella line will die with you. Is that truly something your father would have wanted?"

My stomach churns at his words. He's right. If I die before I leave an heir, the Abella bloodline goes with me. That's the curse of being an only child. But I'm also the only one who can avenge my father's honor. Dario doesn't seem to grasp that. "It can't be helped."

"Of course it can be helped." He sounds disgusted as he lays down again. "If this was what your father had wanted, he'd have done it himself. You think you're honoring your father?" He chuffs. "You're destroying everything he built. You're spitting on his grave, Alessio."

Anger jolts through me and my face heats. "Fuck you, Dario."

"Careful what you ask for." His voice is low and threatening.

The hairs on the back of my neck stiffen, as does my dick. I need to be careful with Dario. He's an alpha after all, and he isn't my prisoner anymore. I turn my back on him again, pulse racing. "I don't need your advice, nor do I want it. I want nothing from you, Dario. Once we get back to Los Demonios, I hope to never see you again."

"If you come after Valentino, you'll most definitely see me."

I close my eyes, trying to shake off the uneasiness his deep voice sends shivering through me. I inch away so that we're not touching in any way. I'm confused by him. By his motivation to stop me from seeking my revenge. Is it simply that he's trying to protect his boss? It feels like more. It feels like he's trying to protect me. By all rights, he should want bad things to happen to me after how I treated him.

Neither of us says anything else. Feeling agitated, it takes me a while to fall asleep. Eventually, I do drift off. My dreams are a violent, jumbled mess starring Carlos and Dario. I wake up covered in sweat, shivering. I'm relieved I was only dreaming, but so fucking cold to the bone.

Instinctively, I roll over and move closer to Dario's warm body. I'm not as angry anymore, just mostly freezing. He suggested sharing our body heat, so hopefully he won't mind. I'd prefer he didn't wake up and catch me snuggling, but I'm willing to risk it. As his heat seeps into me, I press my face to his broad back.

His woodsy scent fills my nose as my body slowly warms. My shivering calms, and I let out a relieved sigh. I hate that I need his body heat, but the cabin is like an ice box. I can only imagine how much colder it is outside the cabin. His breathing is deep and even, and when I'm certain he's asleep, I inch even closer to him. I carefully tuck my body against his so that my chest hugs his back, and my thighs fit into the curve of his.

I'll move away as soon as I'm warm enough.

The heat radiating from him feels so fucking good, I have to stifle a whimper of pleasure. I'm annoyed that my dick is hard, but I can't seem to control my bodies reaction to him. I remember the night we met. My plan was simply to lure him outside and jab him with the needle. But instead, I let him fuck me. My lust was off the charts with Dario from the beginning. I'm not sure what's different about him. I've never been like this with any other alpha.

When Dario stirs, I go very still. I sense he's awake now, and his breathing picks up slightly. I should probably move away since he's no longer asleep, but I don't want to leave the heat of his bulky body. When he reaches back, resting his big hand on the curve of my ass, I stiffen. My mouth goes dry as his hand slides lower, and he rubs two fingers between my ass crack.

I should tell him to get his fucking hands off me, but I stay silent. Every inch of my skin tingles as his warm hand squeezes my ass. I know what he wants. It's not like he's being subtle. The scary part is I want it too. I want more of Dario. I want him to fuck me again. This hunger I have for him makes no sense. It's dangerous. It's insanity. He's my enemy, but all I want to do is roll onto my stomach and offer him my hole.

Perspiration prickles my heated skin. I feel shaky and feverish. It's like I'm in heat, but that's impossible. I'm on a heat suppressing pill. I missed a few pills with all the drama happening with Dario and Carlo, but surely a few missed pills wouldn't stop the effectiveness of that medication completely.

I shake my head, trying to clear the lusty fog that's descending. He turns over and now we're facing each other. His warm mouth is only inches from mine. I feel drenched in his pheromones. We share heated breaths and I begin to tremble. Something weird is happening deep inside of me. I feel weak. Submissive. I want to give Dario anything he asks for, which makes no sense. He's my enemy. Why do I want to submit to him? But I do. My ass hole aches and throbs with the need to give him what I know he wants.

His usually dark eyes are a light golden brown. There's a low growl rumbling deep in his throat. As he slips his hand behind my head, tangling his fingers in my hair, I whimper. I fucking whimper. I should knee him in the groin. I should punch him. Yell at him. The obvious thing is to warn him off, but instead, I part my lips willing him to kiss me.

He gives a soft snarl and he takes my mouth. The feel of his hot mouth on mine has me melting into him. He rolls over on top of me, and the kiss deepens. He's heavy. His weight crushes me into the sagging mattress. All I can think about is his taste as he pushes his tongue deep into my throat. I suck on his tongue, feeling delirious with need.

He rubs his hands down my sides, thrusting his hips against mine. There's too much clothing between us. I crave the feel of his warm skin on mine. I slip my hands under his shirt and sweater, digging my nails into his back. He reaches up and pulls his shirt and sweater off, and I run my hands up his muscular chest. I want to absorb him through my fingers. I want him inside me in all ways. The need to consume and be consumed is raging in me.

"Alessio," he whispers, his eyes glittering with raw lust. "Will you give me what I need?"

As if hypnotized, I nod and drop my hands to my jeans. I undo the top button and he helps me unzip them. Then he sits up and tugs them off of me roughly. He tosses them off the bed and slips out of his slacks. He's fully naked now, and I'm only wearing my shirt and cashmere sweater. But the chill of the cabin is a distant thought as he settles between my thighs. My dick is so hard, it's painful as he begins licking and sucking the head of my cock.

I tangle my fingers in his short hair, gripping tight. "Feels good," I moan.

He grunts and swallows my length deep into his tight throat. Instinctively, I thrust, using his mouth for my pleasure. His big hands cup and stroke my swollen balls, and the suction is perfect. He's definitely skilled. The way he uses his mouth and tongue is obscenely delicious. I could blow so easily, but I want to come on his dick. I want that more than anything.

"Fuck me," I plead, rocking my hips and going deeper into his throat. I arch my back, hands gripping the sheets tight as I fuck his mouth. "Oh, God, Stop. You're g… g… gonna make me come."

He ignores me and continues sucking, bringing me to the edge of my climax over and over. I'm shaking with the strain of trying not to come in his beautiful mouth. Eventually, he gives a little self-satisfied laugh, and slowly pulls his mouth off of me. He crawls up my body, his eyes glittering eerily.

He begins kissing me again. His mouth is teasing now. The kisses are lighter, almost playful. He's driving me nuts, as he teases me with his skillful tongue. I don't want finesse, I want him to fuck me deep and hard. I press closer to him, moaning and opening my thighs wider. My body aches for more. It's like a madness has taken over my brain. I'm confused and frustrated as I recognize that I am indeed in heat. I don't know how that's possible, but I know it's true. I suspect he's in an alpha rut as well, responding to the scent of slick oozing from my hole.

He inhales my scent, nipping my neck. "Fuck, you smell good," he hisses. "So ripe and fertile."

Uneasiness moves through me, but it's drown out by my need to be bred. I'm supposed to hate him, but I'm drugged with the need to give myself to him. My feverish desire to be taken has driven all logic from my mind. "Give me what I need, alpha" I whimper, panting and clawing at him.

"Yeah? Want me to fuck you, Alessio? Even though you hate me?"

My response is a cross between a snarl and a purr. Instinct is driving me, and all pride has evaporated. He may be my enemy, but all I can think about is his cock pushing up inside me. All I want is to feel his hot seed pouring into me. Primal hunger has completely taken over as I arch my back, thrusting against him. "Please."

There's a cocky smirk on his full lips as I pant and wiggle against him, seeking friction. His cock is hard against mine. He watches me as he flexes his hips, dragging his dick over mine. I growl impatiently as he lowers his head and nips and sucks my skin. I swear he's trying to torture me. He's a cruel bastard, and he's enjoying denying me way too much.

The first time we fucked, he just took me fast and hard. This time, he's purposely drawing it out. He's touching and tasting every inch of my skin, leaving goosebumps over my flesh. My mind is a churning blur of lust and want. My body is slick with sweat and trembling with longing.

When I try to reach between our bodies to stroke myself, he grabs my hand and shakes his head. "No," he says in a menacing voice. I struggle to free my hand, but he digs his fingers into my skin. "No."

A tiny thread of sanity flutters through my fuzzy brain. I ignore the words buzzing through my brain at first, but then they sink in.

You're going to get pregnant. If you do this, you'll be carrying Dario's offspring.

Even as I spread my thighs wider to tempt him, I say hoarsely, "Dario, I'm in heat."

His golden eyes flare with lust and he says through bared teeth. "I know."

I whimper, kissing the smooth skin of his chest. I inhale his musky, masculine scent, body aching. "I hate you."

He kisses me hungrily, teasing my tongue with his. I suck on his tongue, feeling out of control. "Hate you too," he mumbles against my lips as he presses the head of his dick to my hole.

Our eyes meet and then he's pushing inside me. I cry out, shuddering as he slowly penetrates my hole. Our eyes cling to each other, and he covers my open mouth with his. He swallows my cries and moans as he begins to thrust. I've never experienced so much pleasure. I feel faint and flushed as he pumps in and out of my aching hole. I've fucked many times, but this is different. I feel him everywhere in my body, from the tips of my toes to the ends of my hair.

He growls and thrusts, watching my every expression. He seems mesmerized as he studies me. His face is flushed and the tendons of his neck and shoulders are distended. The old couch squeaks loudly as we fuck like animals, desperately chasing pleasure. I drag my nails down the skin of his back, knowing full well I'll leave marks. He winces, but there's also a weird smile on his face. It's like he's enjoying the pain. Enjoying the loss of control.

His cock grows deep inside of me and I nod my approval. His lips part and his eyes glaze over. The golden brown of his iris is almost yellow now, and he pulls his lips back over his teeth. Excitement spikes through me, sweeping my body like a sickness. He's about to give me his bite. I'm panicked and equally excited as I meet his thrusts. He's so deep inside me I can barely breathe. His musky scent surrounds me, and I moan loudly.

This is wrong. This not how it should be. He can't give me his bite. He can't claim me. We're enemies.

But instead of saying those words, I open my mouth and hiss, "Do it. Do it. Do it."

He shudders and his eyes roll up in his head. With a growl he lowers his head and bites down on the side of my throat. The pain is agonizing and I'm incapable of holding in the aching scream that rips from my throat. But that only seems to excite him more. His thrusts pick up speed as he suckles my neck. I sink my nails into his biceps, clinging to him as he fucks me like an animal.

My head is pressed to the back of the couch, as he grunts and takes what he needs. My lust continues to grow, swamping me like molten lava. The scent of slick and sweat fills my nose. I'm lost in a storm of lust and need and primal instinct. Rational thought has gone out the window as we use each other's bodies. The pain of his bite is so intense, the only thing keeping me sane is the pleasure of his cock moving deep inside me.

My orgasm begins like a low hum through my body. My balls swell and warm and his cock grows inside me. My inner muscles clench and then release in a delicious burst of ecstasy. Pleasure like I've never known roars through my shaking body as he also begins to climax. I'm clenching my teeth against the intense pleasure as his hot flush of seed is unleashed. Something deep within me seems to open like a flower, sucking in his release. I come so hard, I almost pass out. He growls and gnashes his blood smeared teeth, his amber eyes burning into me.

We stare into each other's eyes as we come. I can't speak. I can only moan and whimper as I watch his black pupils expand and contract. They seem to match the throbbing of his cock as he breeds me. If I was sane, I'd push him off of me, but I'm not sane. Instead, I push down harder on his cock, mumbling for more.

He slips his arms under me and he holds me against him as my hole milks his cock. I pant against his neck as his knot forms, expanding painfully inside me. I moan and tremble, and he strokes my back kissing my hair. The moment is erotic. Confusing. Terrifying. I don't even know myself right now. I'm allowing an alpha I despise to knot me. Breed me.

I've just made the worst mistake of my life. I'm fucking ruined. No alpha will ever want me now that I bear Dario's bite, and I'm almost a hundred percent pregnant with his baby now. Yet, even knowing I've destroyed my future, all I can do is fucking cling to Dario, purring like a kitten.