by Nora Ash
My hot blush is as much a reaction to his calm, matter-of-fact tone as it is his crude words, but I don’t manage much more than a protesting sputter before he lifts his head to brush his warm, soft lips over mine. Heat envelopes me, from my mouth all the way down through my body to my toes even before his tongue flicks out to trace the seam of my mouth.
When it does, a broken moan cracks out from my lips and is swallowed up by the stranger as he claims my mouth fully.
His kiss is sweet, intoxicating madness, and for those few moments every cell in my body is pure, burning need.
Finally, the alpha pulls back an inch, a lazy smirk on his face as I pant hard in front of him.
“Told you.” His breath brushes against my face, reminding the primitive part of my brain that he is all alpha.
As if every ounce of my humming body isn't already aware.
However, his arrogance infuriates the other part of me—the part that's always been in control up until I met him. That part hates the way he so easily manipulates my hormones into this quivering mess just by kissing me. I've been kissed before, and just because this man is an alpha doesn't mean I won't call him on his high-handed mannerisms.
“And why would I let you have me again?” I'm proud that my voice sounds more steady, though I can do nothing about the hoarse note. “I am not going to Present for you—you have no way of tricking me into wanting it this time.”
His eyes narrow at my defiance, but he doesn't move any further away. “Is that so?”
I raise my chin with an assurance I don't feel. “Yes. I obviously can't stop you from forcing yourself on me, but I will not let you do anything to me.”
“Hmm,” he hums, his head tilting slightly to the side as his gaze burns into mine. “Will you say that if I touch you… right here…” His fingertips suddenly brush up the inside of my thigh, hiking up my dress before slipping in under the fabric of my underwear to skim through the short hair there, “You wouldn't want it?”
My breath hitches in my throat at the sudden intimate caress. Every nerve in my body is alight with sensation. He rubs along my lower lips, teasing me with his fingertips.
“Yes,” I croak. Any steadiness has long since left my voice. I should grasp at his hand to push him away, but I'm too startled to move. Instead I just stare up at his storm gray eyes, panting softly into the shared air between us.
“What about here, then?”
His fingers trail up higher, delving in in just the right place. My pelvis jerks out against his touch and I groan involuntarily when he rubs my clit exactly how I like it—firmly, but not too rough.
“Y-yes.” I shudder in front of him, unable to keep my thoughts from scattering. It feels too good, and he smells of musk and man and sex. My eyes roll back in my head as tendrils of raw pleasure shoot from my greedy clit into the rest of my body.
“Yes, what?” His voice is rougher too, now. Deeper. It isn't exactly helping me keep it together. “Tell me what you want, Leigh.”
The sound of my names rolling off his lips in that rough, sultry tone makes my knees buckle. He catches me and presses me up against the wall, rooting my pelvis with his.
What is it I want? Fuck, I can’t think straight! Not with that continuous torment of my aching clit and the heat flooding into me from everywhere we’re touching. Everything is a haze of desire and heat, and he’s so damn close.
“Tell me you want my cock, sweetling,” he whispers. His breath brushes over my face, and then his mouth closes over mine again, pressing against my lips as perfectly as his nimble fingers are pressing against my clit.
My mouth opens for his without hesitation, though the tiny part of my sanity that's still unrestrained by hormones protests wildly. It is soon drowned out by the sweet rush of his tongue dancing against mine.
Right now, there’s nothing I want more,
I feel moisture trickle down my spread thighs, readying me for exactly what I've told him I didn't want. The longer he rubs circular motions over my tight little bud and the longer his tongue teases mine deeper and deeper, the more I feel my body giving in, begging for everything his scent is promising me.
The feel of high tech fabric against my palms makes me realize I've grabbed at his shoulders, either for support or submission, but the thought is fleeting, because my climax is fast approaching.
Oh God, I'm about to let him finger me to orgasm right here, in the sanctity of my own home.
The sweet, building ache between my legs doesn't let me fret over such matters. Soon, I am panting into his mouth, my hips pushing rhythmically out against him and my fingers digging into his hard muscles.
Oh yes, so close! So close—
Mere moments before my release the hand underneath my panties slips away and our kiss is broken.
I cry out in frustration, my eyes popping open in time to see the alpha stare down at me expressionlessly.
“What are you doing?” I demand, my tone a lot angrier than I would have dared, had my hormones not been all riled up with desperate need.
I want to punch him. Hard.
“I do believe I am proving a point.” Though his face remains neutral, I see desire flicker behind his cool gaze. Desire, and dominance. He wants me to admit what my body has already betrayed, that much is clear.
“Why?” I remove my hands from his shoulders to rub my at my face, not caring if I smear my makeup further. “You could force me if you wanted.”
“I could,” he agrees, and in the emptiness filling the room now, a trickle flutters up my spine. Of fear, and just the tiniest hint of anticipation.
The silence seems to hang suspended between us for an eternity, but when he finally breaks it, it’s not to touch me. Instead, he turns his back to me and lithely walks into my living room, where my computer is still on.
“Clever girl—sending everything off to your editor before morning.” His fingertips dance along my keyboard before he turns back around and looks at me. “How much do you think your raise will come to?”
I stare at him, not following this somewhat unexpected jump in conversation. “Uh…?”
“How much do you think it’s worth, being the only reporter to ever get into the annual masquerade? How much do you think any newspaper I’d gone to with this offer would have paid to get what I gave to you? One million dollars? Two?”
Slowly, his intention starts to seep through my still lust-hazed brain. I frown at his masked figure. Surely, he doesn’t mean…
My heart begins to pound in my chest. I accepted a gift I should have known was too good to not come with strings attached, and here they are. A debt to the killer who thinks he owns me.
“What do you want from me?” I say, doing my best to project my voice louder than a whisper.
He smiles that cocky half-smile at me. “I should have thought that was plenty clear by now. I want you. And I will have you. In return, you shall have this,” He turns halfway around again and sweeps an arm toward the darkened windows—toward the city, “The opportunities to make of yourself exactly what you wish. The connections to go as far as you want.”
My mouth is suddenly too dry. “Why?” is all I manage to press out through my parched throat.
Why me?
His eyes darken as he stalks back toward me, his face transforming with the devilish expression pulling at his visible features.
“Because from the moment I saw you, I knew you were meant to be mine. And if you weren’t so scared of your own instincts, you would know it too. Even now, when you’re trying to tell yourself that you’re scared of me, that you don’t want this… even now do your instincts whisper the truth to you. You Presented for me, Leigh. For me. It doesn’t matter what we want, what we planned for—you are mine.”
Strong fingers wrap around my chin when he reaches me, forcing me to look up into his eyes. They are dark with carnal hunger and a possessiveness so strong it should make me turn around and run.
But it doesn’t.
When he pr
esses his mouth to mine, I part my lips and invite him in.
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Chapter Five
His triumphant growl vibrates through my very bones and into my abdomen. It makes my blood heat in a way no one’s ever been able to do before him, and I mewl helplessly into his kiss.
If I wanted to, I could fight the burning desire rushing through my body for every second I stay in his embrace. I haven’t Presented for him this time, and the need thrumming through my veins with every pulse of my heart is much more natural.
But, the longer I breathe in his wild pheromones and taste his hungry mouth, the less I feel any urge to stop.
I don’t want to fight him—I want to give in.
His strong arms are around my body, dwarfing me with his huge size, his hands stroking up and down my sides, spurring my want for every passage. And his lips… so powerful, so hungry they seem to consume my very essence for each time our tongue flick against each other. I am drowning in him, drowning in the powerful pull I feel from the very core of his being. And I can’t get enough.
He lifts me up as if I weigh nothing, making me spread my knees for his hips. He grinds his still-covered cock against my soaking panties, rolls his hips into me, and I cry out wordlessly from the friction. He rubs over my hard little clit again and again, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of madness with every thrust.
“You drive me crazy,” he growls against my ear, never slowing the steady roll of his hips. “I’ve thought of nothing but tasting you since we parted, and now that I have you, all I can think about is driving my cock into your tight little pussy. I’m going to fuck you so deep you’ll forget we were ever separated. When I’m done with you you won’t remember where you end and I begin—I will be as much a part of you as your own fucking arm.”
“Uhng-uh,” is all I manage in return, because just as he says it, he clamps his teeth shut around my shoulder, making my entire body shudder in violent pleasure.
It’s weird—on some distant plane I do recognize that this should hurt, but all I feel is hot waves of desire and an unyielding urge to submit to him.
He must feel it too, because he growls low in his throat, a noise that makes my abdomen clench, and then moves his hands from my sides to my back, deftly undoing my zipper.
A gust of cool air against my chest and stomach as the dress falls off my chest and pools around my waist is quickly vanquished when he presses his body closer to mine, moving his mouth up along my neck with sharp little nips.
I arch my back in a desperate urge to feel his skin against mine, and claw uselessly at the tough fabric covering his body.
He chuckles against my neck in response, but lets me slide to my feet as he steps back. I stare at him with greedy eyes as he easily shrugs out of his top, baring a torso so ripped with bulging muscle every primitive part of my brain is practically drooling. He’s ripped like a Greek god, and so absolutely huge he almost looks like he’s something more than a human.
Alphas do have their perks. The errant thought flickers through my brain and is gone the next second, because he’s gripped his pants in both hands and makes quick work of them and his boots. And then he’s standing naked in front of me.
Completely and utterly naked, save the mask.
“Ho-ly hell.”
It’s not that I didn’t know he was big below the belt as well—I did spend a week limping around the last time he was inside of me, after all. It’s just that I never saw that part of him, and seeing it in the bright lights illuminating my apartment is something else entirely.
His cock looks almost as thick around as his wrist, and the flared head is nearly fist-sized.
“Er… I don’t think… Maybe we shouldn’t…” I make a vague gesture toward his crotch, unable to take my eyes of his hard length. Despite the heat pooling low in my belly, a sliver of sanity is desperately trying to fight its way through to stop this madness, because there’s no way I can take that. There’s just no way.
If the alpha knows what I’m trying to say, he doesn’t care. With something halfway between a growl and a purr he looks me up and down as I stand before him in only my panties and bra, my dress pooling around my feet. And then, he moves.
My bra rips with a single, rough tug from the masked man, and then my panties follow, leaving me bared to his hungry gaze.
This time, the noise that escapes him is a full growl. He grabs me by the hips and lifts me up so I have no choice but to spread my legs for his waist. His obscene hardness presses up against my lower lips, my clit and my stomach as he pins me against the wall again, and I can’t help but groan from the pressure against my most sensitive nerves.
When he bends his head for my pebbled nipple, I bury my face in the crook of his neck and cling on to his wide shoulders, moaning incoherently. Everything about him is heat and rough, urgent need, and as he works my clit with slow grinding and sucks greedily at my breast, it’s increasingly difficult to remember why I didn’t want this.
The alpha shifts his grip on my hips, momentarily removing the wonderful pressure against my clit, and suddenly I feel a hard presence nudging at my weeping entrance, searching for the way inside of me. Oh, God, this is it. He’s so big my opening only kisses the crown of his head, but when he begins to push, the slick flesh yields.
“Fuck!” I throw my head back against the wall, nails digging into his shoulders in an effort to withstand the impossible stretch as my pussy struggles to open wide enough for him. He’s going slow, but even as I begin to whimper and squirm to relieve the unbearable tension he doesn’t give me any respite. Steadily, mercilessly he continues to drive his too-big cock into my fitfully spasming channel, and there’s nothing I can do but try and take it.
“Relax, baby,” he groans, his mouth finally coming off my nipple so he can nuzzle at my neck in an attempt at calming down my increasingly frantic whimpers. “Just relax and listen to your body. You know how to do this.”
I shake my head—I don’t know how to take him. The last time we did this, I’d just Presented for him, and even though I’m so wet my pussy’s practically gushing slickness over his fat cock, I’m not high on hormones like I was the first time.
But even as I deny it, I can feel the call from the most primitive parts of my being. I want this—I need this, more than air, more than life itself. All I have to do is relax…
Moving on instinct alone I once again bury my nose against his neck and suck in greedy gulps of his scent. It fills my lungs with a heady rush of his mouthwatering pheromones, and it’s as if something snaps into place deep in my core. The spasms ease, and my body stops fighting against the unrelenting penetration.
I’m rewarded with a hiss of pleasure from my alpha and a shock of excruciating sensation as he finally seats his entire head in me.
“Ungh!”
“Good girl.” It’s a strained gasp, rough with his obvious urge to forgo any gentleness and just ram in to the hilt, but despite the darkness flaming in his eyes he keeps the pace slow and steady.
I cling to him, panting and moaning as he fills me up with one long, smooth thrust that splits me open far beyond what I ever knew I could take. I was so high on hormones last time, it didn’t fully register just how impossible a fit it is.
When he eventually hilts me, I’m nearly sobbing. There’s some discomfort, but what has me shaking in the prison of his arms is the overwhelming sensation of finally being complete. Like all my life I’ve missed half of what makes me me, and now, speared on this stranger’s cock and pinned to my own living room wall, I’ve finally found the missing piece.
A rush of endorphins flood my brain, and what little fight is left in my body melts away as every single muscle turns to liquid.
I have submitted to my alpha, like I was fated to do from the moment he laid eyes on me.
The wild, rutting beast of a man between my thighs feels my surrender. He roars his triumph out, like a barbarian claiming his victory.
And then, he thrusts.
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“Oh! Oh! God! Fuck!” My sharp cries punctuate every time his cock drives into me, forcing my pussy wide with every hard thrust. He’s no longer gentle, and I dig my nails deep into his shoulders in a desperate attempt at rooting myself to reality as he pounds me.
I can feel every bump and every vein on his brutal cock rubbing against my aching channel, and each time the thick rim of his broad head grinds against my G-spot I nearly black out. It’s excruciating, and it’s ecstasy in its purest form.
When he presses a thumb to my stiff little clit without ever letting up on the rough pounding, my orgasm is instantaneous.
I squeal and throw my head back against the wall as every muscle in my body tenses to the point of snapping.
Even my poor pussy tries to contract, but he’s forcing me so wide all it can do is flutter desperately around him as my climax roars through me for what feels like several minutes.
I’m vaguely aware that he slows to a stop while I thrash on his cock like a woman possessed, and vaguely aware of his hoarse grunts of appreciation as I’m forced to milk his hard length, but only when I finally come down do my senses slowly return.
“Wow.” My voice is raspy and raw from screaming, and it hitches in my throat when my alpha immediately begins fucking me again, as if I didn’t just come for all I’m worth.
The lewd squelches from my pussy every time he bottoms out in my still-quivering sheath leave no doubt to how fully he just conquered me—but he’s nowhere near done with me.
I rest my forehead on his shoulder and wrap my arms around his neck, relishing in the strength of his body. Being astride him like this makes me feel both infinitely weak and at the same time, like the most powerful being in the whole world. He’s so strong, dwarfing me in every aspect, but his hoarse grunts of pleasure as he takes me leaves no doubt that right now, he would rather die than be separated from me. I am the one this powerful alpha has chosen—I am the only one strong enough to ride his brutal cock.
My feverish contemplations come to a full stop when my lover once again presses his thumb to my sensitive clit and begins to rub it in rhythm with his hard thrusts.
