Alpha

by Natasha Knight

  “It’s not that simple, Aria.”

  Her glare burned a hole into the side of my head. “Well, I’m sorry to make your life so fucking complicated, Zane. Why didn’t you just let him take me if I’m such a hassle?”

  “You’re not a fucking hassle. There’s just so much more.”

  “Well, it would sure help me understand if you’d, I don’t know, tell me?”

  I cast a quick glance her way, warning her. “This part doesn’t have anything to do with you.” I was telling the truth. At least partially. The ambush had nothing to do with her. It just wasn’t all I was thinking about.

  “Well how about you enlighten me on the parts that do have to do with me? You and Xander were talking like it was some kind of code!”

  We pulled up in front of the house, and I parked the truck. “No, we weren’t, but he’s right. You were raised outside of the packs. You would have been educated otherwise. Can you just give it a rest, Aria? I have a fucking headache.” And I was damn tired of this.

  “Well, you’re not the only one with a headache. What the hell happened between us sitting down at the table with Xander and now? I thought we were on the same page.”

  “For Christ’s sake…”

  “No, not for his sake but mine. You’re right that my mother didn’t do a great job educating me in the way of things. That’s why I’m here, to learn. To understand. I thought you’d help me do that.”

  I pressed the heel of my hand to my forehead. Too much to figure out and I did not need this on top of it.

  “I guess I was mistaken!” She opened her door and swung one leg out.

  “Fuck this!” Fuck being the good guy. Before she straightened, I was at her side, taking her by the arms. “Fine. You want me to educate you? All right. You got it. But we’ll do this my way. And the first thing you’ll learn is fucking obedience.”

  She opened her mouth to retaliate but it took one shake from me for her to shut it.

  “Inside. Let’s go.”

  As I said it, I saw two of Xander’s men in the distance. I pointed at them. “Out of my sight. That was the agreement.” They glared at me, their gazes, although not as angry when they turned to Aria, were unreadable. But they did as I’d said and moved. Aria watched them, but I was focused on her. I stepped up to her and pressed her against the car with my full weight. Her heart beat faster, drumming against my chest, telling me she was afraid. Good. “See, Aria, that’s obedience.” I spoke quietly, wanting her to feel me rather than hear me. “Now let’s get you into the house so you can start to learn it, too.”

  “Zane, stop.”

  I marched her up the stairs, wondering all along if Xander was right. If I’d hurt her.

  “What are you doing? Let me go.”

  “This is what I meant by my way. You think you’ll understand? That understanding will make any difference? That’s fine. I get that. You’re stubborn. But like I said, we’ll be doing it my way.” We reached the front door and I unlocked it, pushing it open, holding her with one hand. “Still want this?”

  “Why are you so angry?”

  “Because Fly was right, kissing you — hell, fucking you — it’s gotten me everything I never wanted. Everything I’ve been trying to steer clear of.”

  Tears welled in her eyes, and I felt like shit. What the hell was I doing? She was the one good thing in this. I couldn’t deny the part of me that believed she’d be better off without me, but I was too selfish to allow that part to win.

  “And it’s the one thing that I can’t walk away from. Everyone’s got their one thing, right? That thing that cripples them. Well, I guess you’re it for me. You’re that one fucking thing, Aria.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Aria

  In his own really fucked up way, he was trying to tell me he had feelings for me.

  “Well, you’re that one thing for me, too, Zane. Always have been.”

  I stared up at him while he stood fighting whatever battle it was he fought inside himself. When his black eyes met mine, I held my breath, waiting.

  “Your choice. You want me to take you to Xander, I will. But if you say you want to stay with me, then you take me as I am. What happened in my office, that’s not a one-time thing, Aria. Can you handle that?” He didn’t wait for me to answer. “I hope for your sake you can. And I can’t tell you everything that’s going on. Not now. Maybe not ever. You deserve better, but birthright stole that from you. Just like it stole it from me. We’re fucked, Aria, you and I. But you can be less fucked without me. Your choice.”

  “I don’t want to be without you. Period. Get that through your thick stupid head.”

  He studied me. After a moment, he nodded. “Okay. One night. After I’m done with you tonight, you can change your mind. You can tell me to take you to him and I will. I’ll leave you alone.”

  “I won’t want that, ever.”

  He gave me the most pitiful smile. “We’ll see.”

  He walked me inside, closing the door behind us, never letting me go until we were in his bedroom.

  “Get naked, Aria.” He folded his arms across his chest, but I could see how his pants pulled at the crotch.

  Swallowing, I slipped my jacket off and pulled my shirt over my head. My shoes were next. I worked them off with opposite feet as I undid my jeans and pushed them down and off. He waited, nodding for me to continue, and I reached back to undo my bra, dropping it and sliding my panties off and stepping out.

  “Knees.” He pointed to the floor.

  My clit throbbed, and my pussy leaked, but my mind could not allow this. It would try its hardest to make me not want this. “Zane…”

  “Knees,” he repeated. “Now.”

  It was strange being naked before him while he remained fully dressed, showing no intention to get undressed.

  “I can smell your arousal, Aria. You want this. You want to kneel at my feet. Do it.” Never taking his eyes from me, he unbuckled his belt and slowly drew it from the loops of his jeans. “Need help?”

  I swallowed and my head bobbed up and down, nodding without my permission.

  He smiled, doubling up the belt. “I’m happy to provide that.”

  My clit throbbed, my heart raced, and blood ran hotter through my veins. I glanced at the belt, the tracks from my earlier whipping still warm across my ass.

  “Turn around and lie down over the bed.”

  I studied his face as he waited for me to obey, part of me wanting to run, another part wanting him to make me. Those things would be easier. But even more powerful than those was the desire to submit. To surrender.

  I wanted this. I wanted to give this to him. I wanted him to take it from me. I wanted to be dominated, wholly and completely. I wanted the pain of the belt. I wanted it to lash and burn my flesh because, as it did, it would also set my mind free.

  I turned, lying on the bed, pushing my ass out and stretching my arms to either side.

  Zane moved behind me and the flat of his hand came to rest on my lower back, pressing it into the bed, forcing my ass higher. “Like that. Stay like that.”

  I nodded, barely swallowing, waiting, wondering how crazy I was to want this. Then the first stroke fell, and all I could do was suck in air. Fire blazed across my ass, but Zane’s hand pushed on my back once more, reminding me before he whipped me again then again and again. Tears stung my eyes as leather burned my flesh, pain the only sensation, one I should want to run from. And it wasn’t that I couldn’t. He’d stop the minute I gave the word. I just didn’t want to. Hearing his breath tighten as he struck, as if every welt he left stole that breath from him, bound us to one another in a way I couldn’t explain. This was fucked up, but it was right.

  I glanced over my shoulder, wanting to see his face. His focus was on his work. He struck hard, all the muscles of his arm working as he raised and brought down that belt, ignoring my small grunts, the sucking in of air at each stroke as he moved between my ass and my thighs. As my skin felt tighter, I sa

w that his pupils had dilated, making his eyes appear even more black, and, it looked like his cock was going to tear through his jeans.

  He stopped, breathing harder, meeting my gaze as he tossed the belt aside. Never taking his eyes off me, he brought four fingers of one hand to my pussy, collecting the moisture there, running it up toward my asshole before wiping his hand on my hip.

  The heat of shame burned my neck, ears, and face, but I was unable to look away. What had happened in the office could have been played off as a one-time thing, but now, there could be no doubt. Pain, and even more, humiliation, got me off.

  “Knees.”

  The order made my clit throb. I turned to stand, facing him, my legs trembling a little as I lowered myself to kneel before him.

  “How long have you been like this? How long have you known?”

  I shrugged a shoulder. “Always. It was what I always fantasized about, every time I’d…”

  He grinned when I paused. “Every time you’d what?”

  I couldn’t answer.

  “Every time you’d masturbate?”

  That word made me lower my gaze as I nodded.

  He pulled his T-shirt over his head, beginning to undo his jeans. “My cum is still smeared on your cunt and belly, Aria. What I want now is to decorate your face with it.”

  He lowered his pants enough to grip his thick erection. I processed his words, understanding what he meant to do, the degradation making me drip down my thighs.

  He began slowly, massaging his length, stepping closer so I could almost lick him, so I could smell him, the scent of his arousal as he smeared the first glistening drops across his length, just touching his cock to one corner of my mouth, leaving residue there.

  “You’ve had me in your pussy; you’ve had me down your throat. Now, you’ll wear my cum on your face, and, before the day is over, you’ll take me in your ass.”

  I opened my mouth, licking my lips, equal parts fear and arousal keeping me on edge. I wanted him to do all of those things, I wanted him to decorate my entire body with his cum, I wanted to take him inside my mouth, my pussy, and my ass. I wanted to belong to him in every way. I needed to.

  “And if you’re a good girl now and do as you’re told, maybe I’ll even finish inside your mouth.”

  “Zane.”

  “Shh.” He touched the head of his cock to my lips as one would a finger to silence me. “No talking. Hands behind your head and kneel up nice and tall. Push those little tits out and spread your knees so I can see your wet little cunt.”

  I did all of those things, although all I wanted to do while he jacked off was put my fingers to my clit and join him. Watching a man do this was amazing, an unbelievable gift. Between staring at his cock, which he let me lick between thrusts inside his palm, I looked up at his face, arousal tightening his features.

  “Open your mouth for me; lick my cock, that’s it, like that. And sit back on your heels and pull your pussy lips open.”

  I did all of that, wanting to give myself to him, wanting to give all of myself to him.

  “I’m so close,” he said.

  I leaned toward him, lips sealing around his cock, and he gripped my hair, fisting it, pulling me along his length as he pumped, moans coming from him as he closed his eyes for a moment, moving me fast, so fast I gagged when his cock touched the back of my throat. I never took my eyes off him and when he looked down at me, he grinned and pushed in again, making me choke again.

  “I like that,” he said. Again, he thrust hard into me. “I like tears in your eyes while your cunt drips. Is it dripping? Is it wet for me?”

  He pulled out of my mouth, thrusting harder into his palm as I nodded. I opened my mouth to receive him, sneaking my fingers over to my clit and stroking myself.

  “Christ. I’m going to come all over your face, Aria.”

  He said it just as the first stream of cum hit my cheek, my hair. He groaned, holding his cock, watching as he decorated me, my face, my eyelids, my throat, and chest, and all that time, I remained open for him, waiting, wanting him inside my mouth, needing just one taste, and just when I thought he wouldn’t allow it, he slid his cock into my mouth, holding me steady as he pressed deep, emptying himself down my throat, giving everything to me. And when he was finished, when it was over, he knelt, taking my face into his hands, smearing what he’d deposited into my cheeks and hair. The look in his eyes was passion, pure heat, and he opened his mouth to kiss me, tasting his own seed as he devoured me, crushing himself against me, holding me upright as one hand slid down between my legs to rub my clit, making me cry out as I came in the palm of his hand.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Zane

  I wanted to worship her.

  I wanted to worship her ass.

  Aria stood with her back to me, bent over at the waist, her hands wrapped around her widespread ankles which I’d bound to a spreader bar. I could have bound her wrists, too, but I figured I’d need her on her knees at some crucial point. Or she’d fall to her knees, at least, considering what I was planning.

  After bathing her, I’d brought her back into the bedroom. In silence, I’d bound her, positioning her with her back to the armchair I now occupied, then given her the two word command: “Bend over.”

  My cock throbbed in my hand, wanting to sink into her wet heat, but first things first.

  She’d struggled with the command. Most women did. I had to admit, I enjoyed that internal battle playing out, knowing all along I’d win. She’d be bent, her ass spread wide, open to my gaze, awaiting my attention.

  But not yet. I wanted to watch her first. Draw out this act of complete submission. I leaned forward, resting my arms on my legs, and inhaled the scent of her — musky soap, my own, combined with her unique smell.

  Christ, eyes closed or open, I was in heaven.

  “Put your hands on the stool in front of you, Aria.” It was so she could brace herself when I buried my face in her ass. Dropping to my knees behind her, I grabbed hold of her ass cheeks, pulled her wider, and did just that. I fucking buried my face in her ass, opening my mouth over her cunt, licking and taking as she whimpered and moaned. I didn’t start slow, no way I could hold back, but dove in instead, tasting her pussy, sucking her clit, licking circles around her asshole, my cock screaming to be invited to the party as I tasted every inch of her.

  “Oh…God, Zane. I…” The long moan came just as her knees gave out. I gripped her thighs, holding her upright while sucking on her clit, rubbing my bristly face against her most tender parts, drawing a long, slow orgasm from her, the first of several, I hoped.

  “I can’t stand. Please.”

  Her legs wobbled like Jell-O, and I eased her down. She pushed the stool out of her way and settled on her elbows, her knees spread wide because of the bar, still offering her ass up to me.

  “More?” I asked.

  She only nodded, arching her back deeper, and this time when I went down on her, I placed my hands on either side of her pussy lips and pulled her apart, wanting nothing to touch her clit until I was ready for her to scream my name. The flat of my tongue on her pussy, I licked her more slowly this time, dipping deep inside her cunt then teasing her clit with the tip of it.

  “Please, let me come, Zane. Please!”

  “Shh. Not yet.” I wanted something else first. I wanted to taste all of her.

  Dragging my tongue from her cunt, I traced the space up to her asshole. She stiffened instantly, rising up onto her hands, her wide eyes on mine as I straightened, grinning from ear to ear.

  “Give it to me, Aria.”

  She shook her head while I teased her clit, making her eyes roll back.

  “Give it to me.”

  “I can’t.” Her expression was one of panic as she glanced at my cock, thick and hard and ready.

  “Don’t worry, I’m not going to fuck it yet. I just want a taste. For now. But I want you to give it to me.”

  She stared, and as much as she wanted it, shame kept her from asking for it. From giving it.

  But I’d have her. I’d own every inch of her, and she’d be a limp, whimpering pile on the floor by the time I was through.

  I slapped her ass hard, never taking my eyes from hers. “Give it to me.” Another slap.

  “I…”

  “You want to.”

  Her face burned a deep crimson and she looked away, but nodded.

  “Then look at me and ask for it. Get back down on your elbows, lift your ass up high, and ask me to lick it. Ask me to make you come with my tongue inside your asshole.” I worked her clit as I said it. I wasn’t above a little manipulation. And, within a few moments, she was back down on her elbows, facing forward.

  “Please…”

  “You’ll be asking me to fuck it later, too. This is good practice.”

  She arched her back, dropping her head when I stopped playing with her and pulled her pussy lips apart again.

  “Lick it, Zane. Lick my asshole. Make me come.”

  “You forgot to say please.”

  “Please!”

  “That’s a good girl.” Dipping forward, I did as she asked, licking her asshole, circling it with my tongue, pressing two fingers into her cunt as I did, and when she began to move her hips along my face, running her ass the length of my tongue, I worked her clit again, pressing the tip of my tongue against the tight ring as she began to moan. She came again, falling forward this time, soaking my fingers, her hips convulsing, until, finally, she lay flat on the floor, her legs wide, a tiny shudder every few moments the only sign of life.

  I rose to my feet and wiped my mouth, my cock pissed at me for denying it release. In the bathroom, I wet a washcloth and brought it back, pausing to look at her lying at my feet, her eyes closed, her legs still bound and spread, her ass as inviting as ever, knowing as I knelt to clean her that she was truly the one person who could bring me to my knees. She was the only one ever to hold that power over me.

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