“Did you really think you were going to end up on top tonight?” I mock.
Tobias growls, no smugness or humor left on his face.
I laugh—cold, merciless. “Oh, Tobias. You always were stupid.”
He struggles against me again, to no avail.
“And weak.”
I angle my hips to drag my cunt against Tobias’s cock, and his eyes roll back.
“I bet I don’t even have to take you inside to make you cum tonight.”
Tobias’s hips buck up into me.
“Greedy, greedy,” I mock.
Tobias spits at me.
I grind my shinbone into his knee until he whimpers.
“Not so tough now, are you?” I hiss.
The pain turns him on even more, and I resume rocking against his cock.
He trembles, eyes rolling back. I can tell he’s not going to last long.
“You know what the saddest part is… I would take your cock, just to pleasure myself, except it’s such a pathetic little prick it won’t do me any good.”
Tobias moans deeply, cock twitching hard. He’s about to cum.
I lift my cunt away.
Tobias’s eyes go wide, and he struggles against me, bucking his hips in a futile effort to get the sensation he craves.
“Ah ah,” I say.
Tobias growls as his body backs down from the edge.
“Poor little alpha. You’re not used to not getting what you want.” I lower my cunt again, and he shudders.
“I-I’ll make you fucking… regret this…”
“You say that every time. I’m still waiting for you to make it true.”
I continue to edge Tobias at my leisure, working up a nice, slow arousal from the grind of my cunt against his cock and balls and from his pathetic mewing.
The beast sings with pleasure.
If I weren’t on suppressants, I’d have shifted by now, and likely triggered Tobias to do the same. This process is just as primal as claiming omegas. But male alphas don’t like talking about the dominance games, about howgoodit can feel to have another alpha beat you into a pulp, to grind you into the ground.
Not that I’d know. I’ve never been beaten. I just see it on their faces, read it in their bodies, feel it in their cocks.
Tobias wouldn’t admit it to himself, but I’m sure that’s why he sought me out tonight. To be put in his place. And I’m all too happy to oblige.
It’s adaptive, after all. It’s the biochemical process by which alphas can share the same space, by which the strongest remains in charge. Since people don’t talk about it, people forget about it. All these alphas like Tobias think they have a dirty little secret. But they’re all the same.
It’s not a small part of how I’ve built my empire, and it’s how I keep the handful of alphas I employ at Artemis in line. Some of them are smart enough that merely sensing a stronger alpha in the room is enough to settle them.
