Captive of the Alpha

by Laxmi Hariharan

  There’s nothing I can do but comply as long as I am here, in this space with him.

  Another aftershock of the climax jolts my skin.

  He raises his head and licks the sweat that trickles down my temple. The rough sensation sets my nerve endings tingling, and my shoulders quake. A purr pours from his throat, and another. He builds the sounds around me, holding me in that space with him, demanding that my insides clench.

  He pulls his fingers out, and the sensation pulses more heat to my core. He drags his digits over my pussy up my chest and rubs the cum into my lips. I lick it up, and those amber eyes glow. Gold sparks in their depths. He brings the fingers to his mouth and sucks on them. The sight of his tongue swirling around his fingertips sends my pulse racing. My heart thuds. Adrenaline laces my blood. His knot loosens enough, and he pulls out of me. Sliding to his feet, he looms over me.

  “So fucking beautiful.”

  Blood flushes my cheeks.

  His praise doesn’t mean anything; it doesn’t.

  He scoops me up in his arms and walks to the bath. He moves to the shower stall and flips on the shower. The warm water gushes over me, and I gasp.

  He lowers me to my feet, and I sway.

  His arm comes around me, and he proceeds to wash my body, my hair, paying particular attention to my breasts, the apex between my thighs. When he’s done with me, he lowers me to sit on the floor, and I huddle against the wall.

  I look up to find his powerful body towering over me. The water from the shower pours off of his shoulders. He cleans himself with firm strokes, brushing his big palms down his concave stomach, to the jutting thrust of his shaft. My mouth waters; liquid lust coils low in my belly. He continues to wash his groin, sliding his hands over that throbbing muscle which elongates as he squeezes his cock from root to swollen head.

  A drop of precum coats the slit, and I rise to my knees, my face now level with the object of my fixation.

  I am revealing exactly how much I am turned on by him. How much my body craves him, and I can’t stop myself. The scent of his testosterone saturates the air, and the tangy spoor of his arousal spools around me, thick, inviting. A moan bleeds from my lips.

  His fingers brush my hair, then he coils the strands around his palm and tugs my head back. I raise my gaze to meet his and blink. His features are solid; the skin stretches across his cheeks. A nerve flicks at his jaw. He squeezes his dick and thrusts its head into my mouth. I curl my tongue around the swollen flesh, and he groans. The harsh sound skitters down my spine. My nerve endings fire. Then he moves.

  27

  Kayden

  Heat, softness… I shove my dick down her throat, and she gags.

  The sucking pressure swoops straight up my spine, and bursts of red and white spark at the backs of my eyes. My knees tremble…they fucking tremble. She has the power to knock my legs out from under me and she isn’t aware of it. And I don’t mean to tell her either. No one should have this kind of control over another. I need to put her in her place, use her for my pleasure. And once she is with child, tie her to my side. No one gets to come near her, no one gets to own her but me. She will not carry anyone else’s seed but mine.

  I pull at her hair, and her head falls back.

  She drags her mouth to the head of my cock. I push her forward so my dick slides down the hot grasp of her throat. Goosebumps rise on my skin. I slap a hand against the wall of the shower with the water beating on my back. What am I doing to her?

  What am I doing to myself?

  It doesn’t matter anymore.

  My entire world is narrowed to the feel of her greedy mouth, the soft give of her tongue as I proceed to fuck her face.

  I pull at her head, again and again, until my balls draw up, my groin tightens. A growl rips up my throat. The climax bursts over me, and another groan boils up my throat. Then I hold on to the wall for purchase as my spine arcs and I shoot hot streams of cum inside of her mouth. I keep coming and coming. I am never going to stop. I am never going to have enough of her. Her tongue, her lips, her breasts, her beautiful cunt. Her. She is my undoing. I look down to find her peering up at me.

  Pupils blown, mouth coiled around my cock, tears streaming down her cheeks. My cum drips from the edges of her lips. No one has the right to look this beautiful, this ruined, this possessed. She belongs to me, only me.

  A harsh purr rumbles up my chest, and her gaze widens. I tug at her head, and my dick slips out. Then, swooping down, I grasp her under her armpits and haul her up. So tiny, so light, so perfect for me to manipulate her body. I back her up against the wall. Gripping her thighs, I lift her up and she wraps her legs around my waist.

  I drag my lips over her mouth, and she pants.

  “So fucking responsive.” I growl, “Why do I want to bury myself in you and stay that way forever?”

  Her eyelashes flutter. She raises a hand and cups my cheek. Something’s in her gaze. Pity? Understanding? I am not sure. “I don’t need your empathy, little omega.” I snarl.

  “You think you can fuck me to get over your demons?”

  I frown.

  “Nothing is going to help, nothing except going back and facing the past that you are running from.” Her chin wobbles; her lips tighten.

  “You don’t understand anything about me.” I glare at her gorgeous face.

  “You don’t share anything with me.” She pouts, her full, lush lips glistening with the traces of my cum. Fuck me, but I want to be buried balls deep inside of that sweet pussy of hers again.

  “You don’t have the right to find out more about me.” I roll my shoulders. “You don’t need to understand me.”

  “No.” Her mouth twists. “You only want to knot me and fuck me out of your system.”

  “That’s right." I toss my head. When had I let her crawl under my skin? When had I allowed myself to want more from her? When she is only a means to an end? My gaze narrows.

  “You are nothing but my hostage, remember that.”

  “You had me fooled there.” She tilts up her head. “You claimed me, and there’s no getting away from that. You took me against my will…”

  “Didn’t find you complaining once I started fucking you in earnest.”

  Her throat moves as she swallows. “Doesn’t mean I want it.”

  “Your body needs it; not much you can do about it.” I peel back my lips, and she blinks.

  “So all you do is take, not caring how much it hurts me?”

  “I’ll make sure it’s good for you.” What the hell is wrong with this woman?

  I have her naked and flush against the wall with the water pouring down on us, and yet she’s trying to make me see reason. Doesn’t she understand that where she is concerned, I have no modicum of sense left—none? I kick my hips and thrust into her.

  Her spine straightens, she throws her neck back, and I place my hand behind her head to shield her. Can’t have her hurting herself; only I have that prerogative.

  She pants, her chest rises and falls, a pulse flickers at her throat, and the beat of it is echoed in my balls, in my dick that’s buried inside of her.

  She looks at me from under hooded eyelids. “Is that your answer to any question, Alpha? To fuck?”

  I bare my teeth, and it’s not a smile. Just a declaration of my intention. “Finally, you get me.”

  I pull back, then thrust forward.

  Her entire body jolts. I wrap my other arm around her to protect her spine from scraping against the wall. Then I proceed to fuck her tantalizing cunt, watching her watch me.

  Her gaze holds mine, her shoulders heave, the water grows cold at my back, and I still don’t stop. I thrust into her again and again. Her body twitches and jerks with each thrust, but I don’t care.

  “I am going to make you come again.” I grit my teeth. “And again.”

  I pound into her wet channel, and she moans, her breath coming in pants. Her hair is stuck to her forehead, framing those wide eyes. Eyes that look right into me, th
at pity me. How dare she look down on me? I am the alpha here. I am the stronger one. I am the one who can break her in half, who can pierce her with my dick so hard that it destroys every last secret place inside of her.

  She blinks, her eyelashes spiky with water from the shower. With tears? Not that I care if she is upset. Why does it matter if I am hurting her?

  “And when you can’t orgasm anymore, I am going to suck on your sweet cunt. I am going to draw forth your slick, feed on that gorgeous essence of yours until you pass out from exhaustion. And when you wake up, I'll do it all over again.” I punctuate my words by kicking my hips forward to bury myself inside of her to the hilt. My balls slap against her tender flesh.

  Her chest heaves, her breath hitches, but she doesn’t scream. Doesn’t protest. She takes everything I impose on her, and fuck me, but why does that make me angrier? A tremor courses over my skin; my blood thuds at my temples. And yet she doesn’t break my gaze.

  The skin of her forehead furrows. There’s a pleading look in her eyes. What? What does she want from me? Understanding? A happy ending? Me to tell her that I am her mate, that I want her, will take care of her and her children? Give her everything an omega needs to be happy? “When we finish fucking, you will build your nest."

  The color drains from her face. “I will not.”

  I glare at her. “You will do as I say.”

  “No.” She sets her jaw, and I smile.

  This…this is her weakness. One that I am going to exploit to get what I want. But what is it that I want from her? What do I want for myself? I push the thought away and grimace. “Say that word one more time, and you will regret the day I walked onto that terrace and ever set eyes on you.”

  Her shoulders hunch, then she firms her lips. “I will not build a nest. I am not going to allow any child of mine to be born into this…hell.”

  28

  Chloe

  Mistake. I made a mistake. I shouldn’t have declared my intentions aloud.

  Why did I have to provoke him? Why did I have to blurt out what I was thinking? But a child…? That’s what I have always wanted. The one thing I was born for; it’s the only thing that’s kept me going…that I could become pregnant and have someone just for me, but to have him or her with this alpha for a father?

  He’d make a good protector, wouldn’t he?

  But that’s not enough. I want more. When had my thoughts changed? I’d thought being pregnant was the solution to everything, but it’s not. I want him to acknowledge me as his mate. I want the father of my child to be more, one who’s proven himself in so many ways. As a human being who’d do the right thing, unlike this alpha who has failed me.

  “Let me go.” I struggle against him.

  A growl pours from him; the anger in that single intonation is so loud that it slams into my chest, and I gasp. He thrusts his hips forward, and my body bucks.

  His hand is cupped around my neck. The other is at the small of my back, protecting my spine from slamming into the glass wall.

  Why would he do that?

  Why would he want to protect me from physical harm even as he crams his cock inside of me? Slick gushes forth, and I clamp down on my inner walls to hold it in.

  He groans; his chest heaves. All of my attempts at escaping, at holding him back, only seem to be arousing him more.

  His cock lengthens, chafing against my inner walls. Liquid desire flushes my veins. “I will never give in to you.” My voice shakes, yet I refuse to look away. Refuse to allow his personality to overpower me completely. He’s taken my body, broken my will, and the only thing remaining is that kernel of resistance inside of me, the one that says I don’t belong to him.

  A vein throbs at his temple. His jaw goes solid, and a flush of red streaks his cheeks.

  “I’ve been patient with you so far, Omega—”

  Surely, he's joking?

  “—but no more.” He thrusts into me and I whine.

  I wriggle, then try to pull away but he grinds his chest into mine, flattening my breasts, and pining me in place.

  “Don't do this," I pant. "You don’t want me like this.”

  “I’ll have you my way, any time, any place, and you’ll take it. Your body is mine now.” His knot hardens, and he thrusts again. “Mine.” His dick locks into place behind my pelvic bone.

  So much. So full. A moan whispers from my lips. His gaze drops to my mouth. He leans down to kiss me, but I turn away. He pinches my chin and angles my head so I have no choice but to glance at him.

  His breath ghosts over my cheek, and I clamp my lips shut.

  He presses a thumb to my lower lip, and my mouth falls open. He sweeps in. Sucking on my lips, shoving his tongue inside, swiping over my gums. I bite down hard, and his muscles twitch. But he doesn’t react. He keeps kissing me, curling his insidious tongue over the roof of my mouth, over my teeth. The taste of blood fills my palate, and I swallow it down.

  He tears his mouth from mine, and crimson drips down his chin. I am not a violent person, have never been in a fight, never wanted to resort to physical acts to prove my point… but this alpha brings out the worst in me.

  “When you fight, you fucking turn me on.” His lips curl, his eyes narrow, and in that moment, I am sure I’ve never hated anyone else more than him.

  His fingers curve around my throat, and my breath snags.

  “What other surprises do you have left? How much more can you take?” he mumbles almost to himself.

  His hold tightens, and a flicker of fear laces my mind.

  His knot throbs inside of me. The weight of his chest punishes my tender flesh. I stay there panting, not daring to move, not wanting to give in to the thoughts that chatter through my head. He’s going to squeeze every last breath out of me, and there’s nothing I can do but take it.

  He angles his hips and thrusts into me, then tightens his fingers around my throat.

  Darkness seeps in through the cracks on the edges. His big body trembles, a harsh purr rolls up his chest, and sinks into my blood, my pussy clamps down on his shaft, my womb spasms, and the orgasm sweeps through me at the same time as he shoots hot spurts of cum inside of me. The blackness envelops me, and I give in to it.

  When I come to, I am on the bed, flat on my back, and he’s between my legs.

  His shoulders shove my thighs apart, and his mouth is on my cunt. He thrusts his tongue inside my channel, and I quiver. My limbs shake. All strength seems to drain from me. He hooks his hands under my knees and, raising my legs, he loops them around his neck. Then he goes at it, sucking on my pussy, licking, swirling that tongue of his between my folds.

  I arch my spine unable to push him away, unable to accept the waves of pleasure that roll up my core. My eyes roll back in my head, and I pant.

  He doesn’t stop, not until he brings me to climax, and then he knots me again. And again. I lose track of the number of times he takes me, ruts me.

  He buries himself inside of me and comes, filling me to the brim with his cum.

  At one point he straightens over my inert body, then jerks himself off with a roar, coating me with the essence of his arousal. His desire, his need for revenge. He seems driven to whip my body into a state of heightened awareness. He doesn’t allow a single millimeter of my skin to escape unscathed. He sucks on my toes, runs his tongue over the delicate skin of my heels, arousing me to fever pitch. Who’d have thought my feet were such an erogenous zone?

  He nibbles on my nipples, sucks on the pulse at the base of my throat, then when I am sure I can’t take a single touch more of his, he buries his teeth at the base of where my neck meets my shoulder, and rips open the half-healed flesh where he’d last claimed me.

  I scream in pain; waves of pleasure spike my blood. Shrapnel's of red and white lodge in my chest as his knot locks into place and he comes inside of me. Then there is only blackness.

  29

  Kayden

  An alpha in love...? —no... not possible—An alpha in rut is fixated
on his woman.

  That's all this is.

  She went into heat and now I can't get my fill of her.

  I stand over the sleeping omega. “Chloe.” I whisper. The morning light creeps in from between the cracks in the shutters over the window. For three days and nights I had rutted her.

  I had not paused, except for the brief snatches when I had stopped to feed her from the trays left outside the bedroom door. I'd then lapsed into a semi-comatose state and napped with her on my chest.

  I had needed her small body folded into me, making sure she was close to me. I had needed her within reach so I could run my fingers over the curve of her hips, down to her sleek thighs. Every beautiful inch of her flushed with my cum, her slick, mixed with the blood that she had drawn. Not only had she bitten down on my tongue, she had clawed me, dug her fingernails into my shoulders, and raked scratches across my back. She had cried on me, sobbed her climax, screamed through her arousal.

  I had reduced her to the very essence of the omega she is.

  I had marked her again.

  Drawn her blood, allowed it to flow down her shoulder and mix with our essence. It was only fitting that this union of ours was christened with something as violent.

  The need to rut had filled my brain, flushed my blood, and hardened my groin until I had lost sight of everything else but her.

  I had tried to pleasure her as much as I could.

  I lick my lips and taste the lingering sweetness of her cunt…her pussy, the source of my obsession. I am fucking fixated on that triangle between her legs. I dig my fingers in my hair, and the wet strands coil around my palm. I had taken her with an intensity bordering on violence…couldn’t stop myself.

  The fact that she’d tried to resist me until the end had filled me with a strange pride. It had made me want to break her, show her that I could keep going for as long as was needed, to break her heat cycle. Now she lies spent. Her body is stretched out, one arm flung out, the other curved over her chest. Her long waist tapers down to the curve of her hips. And my gaze once more latches on to the strip of hair between her thighs. Her parted lower lips glisten—pink, throbbing…engorged.