Alpha: A Rough Shifter Romance

by Sara Fields

  My skin blazed with scalding heat as I carefully slid my panties down my hips, inch by inch until I paused, right before I completely bared my pussy to him. Instead, I slipped my fingers in between my thighs, just touching the soaking wetness that was dripping down my folds. I just glanced against my sensitive clit and gasped at the incredible sensation that jolted through me at that simple touch.

  “Naughty girl, touching yourself without permission. It appears I’m going to have to start reminding you of your place with that naked bottom over my knee, isn’t that right, little mate?” he whispered, and I whimpered with arousal.

  My hand stilled and for a moment, I contemplated removing my fingers, but I wanted more than just that touch. I wanted to come. Through hooded eyes, I gazed up at him and boldly decided to continue even though he was watching. He smiled and his eyes darkened, suddenly reminding me of a feral beast about to strike.

  And he was coming for me.

  “Keep it up, little mate, and that bare little bottom isn’t the only thing that’s going to get spanked tonight,” he warned, and a visible shudder racked my small frame. I bit my lip. Was I brave enough to continue? Could I handle his punishing palm?

  Did I want to? What if I did?

  I wanted to be thoroughly reminded of my place. I wanted to forget everything that happened in the past and I wanted to only think about the future.

  About us. About the child he was going to put in my belly tonight.

  Nothing else.

  He stalked toward me and I backed up into the wall. His large frame surrounded me, making me feel smaller and more vulnerable than ever. One hand slapped against the wall next to my head and the other knocked my hand out of the way, only to grasp my panties in his thick fingers instead.

  “I’m going to very much enjoy turning that bare little ass of yours and that pretty pink pussy red with my palm, naughty mate.”

  “I’m not afraid,” I countered, even though I knew it was a lie.

  “You should be,” he answered darkly and my pussy clenched hard in response. He pulled at my panties just a little, dragging the lace across my clit, back and forth. Waves of desire compounded through me, swirling and intensifying with every last stroke. I moaned and shuddered with need, arching my hips against him and silently begging for more.

  “Are you enjoying this?” he asked, and I should have heeded the warning in his tone, but I didn’t. I was too far gone to recognize how his body had stiffened or the simmer of a threat that was hidden behind his words.

  “Yes, sir,” I murmured as I edged my own fingers along his strong forearms.

  He chuckled, amused at my reaction. Then he stopped rubbing my clit with the lace of my panties. I whined at the loss of sensation, wanting more than he’d given me.

  “What do you need, little mate?”

  “To be reminded of my place, sir,” I replied.

  “That’s exactly what’s going to happen. Are you ready?” he asked.

  “Yes, sir,” I whimpered, feeling my arousal catapult inside me, looking for an out.

  “Good.”

  His grip on my panties tightened and then he roughly ripped them from my body. The fabric pinched hard at my sensitive lips and fiery agony burned across my wet folds. I pitched forward, but his body was there to block me, forcing me to quiver through every last wave of painful sensation that washed over me.

  “Did that hurt, little mate?”

  “It did, sir,” I whimpered.

  “It was supposed to. And I promise you this, that little pussy is going to be a whole lot sorer by the time I’m finally through with you, omega,” he said firmly.

  My legs trembled and practically gave out beneath me. The need to flee quivered through me for a long second before I pushed it away. I had feared him before but now I did more than ever and by the look in his eyes, he knew it too.

  His fingers just traced along my aching flesh, lightly touching where the panties had pinched me. I panted with need and when he parted my folds and stroked my clit, I hoped that he would allow me to come.

  Without warning, he pinched my sensitive bud hard enough to make me cry out.

  “No, not yet sweet mate. You’re not going to be allowed to come for a good long while and if you do, you will walk out of this cabin and bring me three switches like you did on the very first day we met. Then I will walk you to the town center, completely naked where I will bind you and switch that bare little body until you’re sobbing. If you were a bad little girl in taking that punishment, I’d make you take my cock right there in front of the entire pack. If you’re a very good girl though and took it well, I would allow you to crawl back here on your knees, where you would beg me for the privilege to come all over my knot,” he growled.

  Liquid heat rush between my bare thighs, straight onto his fingers. My entire body tightened, and I heatedly wondered if he could feel the effect he was having on me.

  “I won’t come, sir,” I pleaded.

  “Good girl,” he replied darkly, his eyes sparkling.

  He was enjoying this. He liked keeping me wet and needy and afraid.

  I’d never admit it, but I liked it too. A lot.

  His fingertips left my pussy and traveled up to caress my nipples. His touch was gentle at first. He surrounded them, softly tweaking them until they were stiff and aching with need. After that though, his touch hardened, pinching my nipples more aggressively until I cried out with pain. He took them and stretched them out toward him, before twisting them harshly. I whimpered and then he released one. I gasped with relief until his thick fingers slapped at the breast still in his grasp.

  When he did it again, the slap was firmer, the sting more intense. He continued to spank my breast, keeping a tight hold on my nipple and ensuring that each spank met its mark. Every last one hurt and he made sure they did, until the entirety of my left breast was pink from his punishing hand. When he was satisfied, he slapped my breast hard enough to pop my nipple free from his fingers. A volley of pain splintered from my tender bud as the blood rushed back to it, but I took it all because that’s what he wanted. I whimpered as he took my right one into his fingers next.

  He repeated this punishment and even though I knew what to expect, it was somehow worse because of it. I squirmed and begged as he slapped my breasts, but every strike met its mark. He took his time and made sure to leave me sore and aching, before he spanked my breast hard enough to free it from his hold once more.

  My breasts throbbed. He grasped my shoulders and spun me around, forcing me to press my naked back against his chest. One arm wound around my waist. His free hand settled over my nipple and I stiffened.

  He spanked it. Hard.

  The pain that blossomed over my aching buds was sharp like a knife. He slapped the other one with the flats of his fingers, not listening to the whimpers and pleas that fell from my lips. He punished my nipples thoroughly until my cries became more desperate.

  I had no doubt that he could make me cry simply from this alone.

  When he finally stopped, I whimpered and tried to catch my breath. Those punishing fingers descended between my thighs, gliding along my sensitive folds and finding my shameful secret.

  I was soaked, absolutely positively soaking wet, and I knew it.

  Now he’d discovered it too.

  “It seems that despite your protests, you enjoyed having your pretty breasts spanked, didn’t you, sweet mate,” he murmured.

  His finger stroked up and down my clit.

  “Yes, alpha,” I shuddered, feeling my inner walls flutter with arousal.

  Quickly, he slapped my pussy and I cried out at the unexpected sting.

  “Don’t worry. That needy little pussy is going to be so much wetter before I’m through with you,” he promised darkly, and my heart beat heavy in my chest.

  I wanted to find out more. I wanted to know how far I could go. I wanted to know what I could take and what he wanted to give.

  I decided to push him.


  “Promises, promises,” I taunted.

  “Such a brave little omega you are, aren’t you? We’ll see if you’re still just as brave after you’re sobbing over my knee with that bare little bottom and that wet little pussy both very thoroughly spanked,” he countered.

  I stood before him afraid and wet and unbelievably aroused. He stared down at me with those icy blue eyes and I watched them darken with undeniable threat. I’d pushed him and he knew it. Now he was going to have to take me in hand.

  My pussy clenched, knowing that what was to come would hurt.

  I shivered hard and rolled my upper lip at him, daring him, challenging him as my alpha. He rose to the task, just like I had known he would. He grasped me around the waist and sat down on the bed behind him, tossing me over his knees with little to no effort at all.

  He used one ankle to spread my legs wide, revealing my bare and very wet pussy to him. He wanted to expose me, and a shiver of shame raced through me. My lips opened just a bit as I struggled to draw in air. Being forced into this position made me so hot and it made my very core quiver with desire of the unknown.

  “Lift that pretty bottom for me. Show me where you need to be punished,” he instructed, and I whimpered quietly as I obeyed. He groaned in appreciation and swept his palm over my bared backside. When I splayed my thighs even wider, he growled, and a rush of arousal gathered between my thighs.

  I loved when he looked at me like this. It made my pussy burn with desire and the rest of me positively quiver with it.

  The air caressed at my very wet and naked skin, reminding me of just how exposed I was. He grasped my bottom cheeks then and spread me wide, looking at every square inch of my bare flesh just because he could. I could feel myself tense and the realization that he could see me tighten in the most shameful way crossed my mind. I whimpered softly as he ran a single finger over my bottom hole, another reminder that he would do as he pleased regardless of what I did or said.

  That made me hot. Needy.

  I was so very aroused.

  “Please,” I pleaded, hoping he would touch me. I wasn’t quite sure what I was begging for. Did I want him to spank me? Did I want to hurt for him?

  Maybe I did.

  I didn’t have to wait long.

  He released my bottom and used the flat of his palm to spank the lower curves of my ass, ensuring to catch the upper portion of my thighs. He didn’t give me any time to get used to his harshness. The spanking started hard and fast. Why did this make my pussy quiver with need? Why did I have to push him so that he could punish me? Conquer me?

  Why did I need him to remind me of my place like this?

  I cried out as he spanked me, the pain quick and ruthless to render me into a trembling punished little mess. I tried to hold my bottom up for him, but it was useless. Each time his palm cracked against my flesh, I felt myself tense and try to squirm away. He wouldn’t let me. He held me tight against him and that’s when I felt him.

  He was hard. His entire length pressed into my side, reminding me that even as he punished me, he was enjoying it. He liked reminding me that he was in charge and that he would always and forever be in control. He loved knowing that he could turn my pussy into a weeping puddle of arousal every time he turned me over his knee.

  I liked it too. That’s why I’d pushed him.

  My pussy quivered with need, hot and ready to be taken hard by his cock. My bottom burned from his palm, but I knew my ordeal was far from over. He had yet to really punish my thighs and then there was the matter of my needy pussy.

  I knew I was going to get spanked in both places before I was given permission to come. I knew I was going to be crying for mercy long before I would be allowed to have his cock where I needed it the most.

  He would pause my spanking to lightly tease my clit with a single finger, taunting me with the pleasure he wouldn’t yet give me. Over and over he did that until I was on the very edge of orgasm, only to pull away and leave me wanting.

  He did it so much that I wanted to scream.

  He spanked my bared backside hard and after that, he began to really punish my thighs. All throughout the spanking of my bottom, I’d been able to hold it together. It had hurt, but I’d been able to maintain control of myself.

  My cries became more desperate. They were higher pitched, revealing just how much it hurt when he went after the backs of my legs like this. That only made him spank them harder.

  I tried to stop it, but my breath hitched in the back of my throat. My eyes watered at a particularly hard stroke and I squeezed them shut. I blinked several times in order to keep my tears at bay. For a while, it worked.

  “Spread your legs. It’s time for your little pussy to get what it deserves,” he instructed, and I whimpered as I splayed my legs open for him. I knew it was going to hurt, but I also knew it would hurt more if I didn’t show obedience.

  “That’s a good girl,” he murmured.

  Carefully, he laid his fingers against my wet folds and then slid them back and forth, gliding along my wetness.

  “You’re so very wet, my omega,” he observed, and I shuddered with my arousal, naked over his knee. I closed my eyes, even though that did nothing to hide my true feelings. He could see it all and he could see exactly how much he was affecting me right now.

  He was going to spank my pussy.

  He wasn’t going to be gentle.

  He was going to make it hurt and what terrified me was that I wanted it to.

  It also turned me on.

  The first crack of his fingers against my wet folds was like sheer agony. I screamed in surprise at his harshness, before I got a hold of myself. He swatted between my legs with fervor and before I knew it, the tears that had threatened to fall returned. He spanked my pussy hard and fast and soon my breath caught in my throat.

  I whimpered and begged, but he didn’t slow down. If anything, the spanks increased in intensity. He didn’t allow me to squirm away from them or close my thighs to block his volley against my bared skin. He didn’t allow me anything.

  He was in control and he was going to make me cry.

  His cock pulsed against my side. He felt enormous and I yearned to feel him deep between my thighs. I was so hot, so ready and so incredibly needy.

  He spanked my poor scalded pussy even harder. Each spank was merciless, cruel and brutally harsh, which was exactly what I needed. I craved his punishment and with everything in me, I begged to be put in my place.

  He forced my legs even wider and centered each spank on my clit then.

  I couldn’t hold back any longer. I started to cry and still the spanking didn’t stop. He didn’t let up and then something switched inside me. That’s when the omega inside me truly awakened to my alpha.

  It hurt so very much, but at the same time, desire for more came alive inside me. A mystical energy powered by my pleasure and my pain and the magical forces between us made me cry out from the intensity of emotions swirling around inside me.

  In that moment, there was nothing more than him and me. I was naked and exposed, getting punished over my mate’s knee and it was so very perfect. My nipples ached. My bottom felt scalded and my pussy burned. He’d spanked every sensitive place on my body until I cried and because of that, my need was stronger than ever.

  “Please,” I begged. “Please fuck me.”

  “Do you think you deserve my cock now, little mate?”

  “I need you,” I pleaded. “Please give me your cock.”

  With a vicious growl, he threw me on my back on the bed. With ruthless strength, he tore his clothes right off and mounted me, pressing his massively hard erection against my bare wet little pussy.

  “Do you want this, little mate? Do you really want your alpha’s cock?”

  “Yes. Please, alpha,” I whimpered, spreading my thighs as wide as I could for him. His thumb traced the lines of tears down my cheeks and his cock throbbed hot against me.

  “I like it when you cry for me, omega,” he
observed.

  I whined, rocking my hips back and forth and dragging my sensitive clit up and down his iron length.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard and for so long that you’ll cry again for me before the night is through,” he promised, and I cried out.

  “Please!”

  He didn’t make me wait much longer.

  His cock speared into me with one single hard motion. He forced his entire length inside me without mercy, making my body take him all at once. I screamed as my body rebelled and tried to push him out. It was no use. He was big and hard, and he was going to take my pussy however he liked. My inner walls fluttered around him, stretched so very wide around his thick girth and I cried as my core constricted tight in a delicious agony that threatened to consume me.

  “Oh, please. It hurts,” I begged, and he began to move.

  He thrust in and out of me so hard that his pelvis slapped against my wet folds, reminding me of just how hard he’d spanked my poor flesh just moments before. My punished backside pressed into the sheets, scalded and aching from his harsh punishing hand.

  My nipples were sore too, but that didn’t matter. He reached for them, tweaking them softly before he gripped them in a tight hold with his fingertips. I cried out, pain blossoming across my breasts as his cock ravaged my tight pussy. I was so wet that his advance in and out of me sounded so very loud and shameful.

  It made me even hotter.

  I wanted to come so much harder.

  “Please. Let me come for you, alpha,” I begged.

  His lips devoured mine, capturing my pleas and swallowing them whole.

  I gave into him completely, reveling in the feeling of his cock pressing in and out of me. I didn’t care that it hurt because at the same time, it also felt so unbelievably good. My inner walls gripped at his shaft with a greed that I didn’t know I was capable of. My skin burned with fever. All the sensitive places on my body ached with desire.

  I wanted to come so very badly.

  His cock speared into me and I felt myself quickly spiraling out of control. If he didn’t give me permission to come soon, I didn’t know if I would be able to stop it.