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Adea
“You want to know what has pushed me so? I hate that you don’t know who you belong to yet, pet. I hate that you don’t look at me with the same yearning you did for him today. You weren’t even talking to him and the look that passed between the two of you had my blood boiling. I want to bury myself so deep in you that you only have thoughts of me. I want to erase every touch of his from your body, any memory of him, and replace it with my own. I want to burn the memory of him from your mind. I want you to want me, need me, hope for me. I want your every thought to revolve around me,” Alpha said. His grip tightened my hair.
“Am I allowed to talk? Or am I only to say what you want to hear?” I spat.
“No. What you have to say to me matters not. Every time you talk back, defy me, or look at me with that look in your eye it’s as if you’re calling me, reaching out to me, demanding I look at you. You continue to seek out my attention with your little acts of rebellion. You seek out my attention like the good little whore that you are. How can I continue to ignore your needs?” Alpha asked. His lips moved on my neck and my stomach churned. My heart felt as if it leapt out of my chest. I’d come to expect this, I wasn’t surprised that this conversation had reached this point.
“You’re sick.” I meant to grown at him, but it came out a hushed whisper.
“Are you going to be a good girl, or are you going to make this fun for me? Either would please me,” Alpha asked.
“It matters not what I want. Why do you ask me as if I have a choice?”
“Mm, look who’s finally learning,” Alpha purred.
I thrashed against his hold on my hair. I didn’t cry as my hair was yanked from my head. My scalp prickled but the need to reach out and hurt him was there. The need to scratch, bite, anything that would cause him pain. I wanted to do whatever it took. I wanted to make him bleed, cry, scream. I wanted to fight him, the need pushed upwards and begged to be let out. It was buried deep beneath layer after layer that I had placed on top of it. It would take a lot for me to coax it back out. If I stayed still I would lose my mind, but knowing that my mate was growing farther and farther away was causing me to go crazy.
Despite my need to retaliate, I knew that no matter how much I fought him, it would only encourage him more. It would only make him want more from me. So instead of fighting him, instead of lashing out at him I relaxed and he noticed, of course he noticed. His lip twitched a second before his eyes lit up with approval. I bit my lip and was yanked toward him. He pulled me up until I was in his lap. He pulled my legs apart and set me feet down on both sides of him.
When my legs wouldn’t open wide enough, he extended a claw and cut my dress belly down until it split open. I gasped but he ignored me. I was crouched on top of him and my hands on his shoulders. His eyes were on my center and he licked his lips as he leaned back. I could feel him beneath me and I hated myself for this. I hated that I ignored the need to fight. I hated that I gave in to him.
“Hold on tight,” Alpha murmured.
His eyes flickered to mine and I bit the inside of my cheeks as he held my gaze. The sound of his buckles coming undone met my ears and my eyes began to water. I could already feel myself retreating into the farthest parts of my soul and mind, not wanting to be present for this. He growled as if sensing it. He reached up and gripped my jaw with his hand and I was forced to stare into his eyes. Despite what I wanted the tears blurred my vision and poured over. He wanted to stare into my eyes while I took him. He released his hand and leaned forward. His lips pressed against my cheek before his tongue licked up a tear.
“I like it when you cry for me,” Alpha sighed.
I whimpered.
“Now… why don’t you tell me who you belong to?” Alpha asked.
I didn’t want to give him what he wanted but I also didn’t want to make this worse.1 I knew it could be worse. I knew he could be mean, but I couldn’t help but feel hopeless. A blanket of it was pushing down on top of me. I couldn’t ride the feeling of despair from my bones.
“You,” I whispered.
“Me,” he confirmed.
His green eyes lit up as his lips parted. I tensed as I felt him against my opening. I begged him with my eyes, but if he understood, he ignored me. He lined himself up with me, but didn’t continue.
“Who’s cock are you about to take?” Alpha asked. His hand came up and caressed my cheek. I closed my eyes as more tears escaped, rolled down the sides of my face, and dripped from my chin.
“Will I ever be free of you?” I asked.
“Never,” Alpha promised.
I whimpered.
“Who’s cock are you about to take?” Alpha asked.
“Yours,” I said, my voice and self respect cracked.
“There is no escape for you, Adealine. The sooner you come to understand that the easier it will be for you. Get used to your place by my side. I speak the truth. The longer you deny me, the longer your heart will greedily wish for things it can no longer have,” Alpha said.
He lowered me and I felt his head against my sex. My nails dug into his shoulders, but if it hurt he didn’t show it. He leaned forward and sucked on my bottom lip. I didn’t move, I stayed still and waited for it to be over. He didn’t like this and he bit down hard. I cried out and tasted blood. I opened my mouth to protest when he slammed me down on his length. I was forced to take all of him at once, his hardness filling me, pushing into me, claiming me as his. I gasped as my mouth went slack. His green eyes watched mine.
“Yes, I’ll never tire of this,” Alpha moaned.
“Is this your way of getting me to submit?” I gasped.
“No, this is how I take what’s mine,” Alpha murmured.
“Please,” I whimpered.
He lifted me up and I tried to move my feet but one of his hands gripped it. His eyes told me not to move, he wanted me to stay like this, on top of him, while he controlled each one of my movements. I was a doll, a puppet and he the master of my strings.
“I wonder what he would think of you if he saw you now,” Alpha whispered.
He hardened inside of me and I knew he liked whatever he conjured in his mind. His hands lowered from my hips to cup my ass. Only when he had a handful did he raise me up his length. His eyes darkened as a noise fell from my lips.
His eyes dipped to where we connected. His tip was the only part of him inside of me. He cursed as he slammed me down on his length. His jaw fell slack and my back arched without my permission. The carriage jerked on top of a rock and I bounced on top of him roughly. My grip loosened and I slipped. It was too much, I was too full, my heart was hurting.
“I told you to hold on tight,” Alpha growled. I don’t like taking orders, especially not from him, but this once I would.
“The way your tight cunt is taking my cock. The way your breathing quickens, the scent of your arousal in the air, the way your eyes look at me with anger and lust,” Alpha groaned.
My hands on his shoulders lowered to his chest. He ruined my dress, so it was my turn. My claws came out and pierced his shirt. I dug deep until I felt warm liquid against the tips of my fingers. I ripped open his shirt and tore flesh along with it. I loved the thought of making him bleed more. I sank my claws as deep into him as they could go. He threw his head back and growled as he moved me up and down his length and my traitorous body obeyed. Our movements picked up until he was shouting and I was moaning from the fullness.
His flesh sliced open as my claws dragged down his front a second time. He moaned as he thrust to the same rhythm he brought me down on him. I hated myself as he forced an orgasm from my body, or had I given it to him? I cursed the day he was born as he slammed me down on him. He jerked inside of me as he filled me. His head dropped, his chin on my head, his hardness so deep I felt it in my belly. I collapsed on him, everything going black as warmth surrounded me.
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