The truth? I love how easily he masters me, how I am a small, easily subdued toy, how I have stepped into his world where he might do anything with me he chooses.
“There,” he says when he has secured my gag in place. “That’ll keep you quiet… no matter what I do.”
Then his hands are back on my breasts, cupping both in his big hands. He squeezes, rolls, and plucks my nipples before starting the process all over. I whimper behind my gag while he rumbles filthy grunts and growls that make my pussy weep, and my core clench in anticipation of the stretch to come.
In a sudden move, I am thrust forward, my waist catching where the battlement dips—bending me over and leaving me vulnerable to anything he might do. He kicks my feet apart and uses his pelvis to pin me to the rough stone wall. His hands land on my hips; he squeezes through the material of my dress. “Aye, this ass is nice, too. Soft all over.”
I push back.
A firm hand to the center of my back sees me pinned securely again.
He chuckles, like my resistance only amuses him. “Got a bit of fire. I like that. Go ahead and struggle all you want. Won’t make any difference.” He tugs on my skirts, working them between our pressed bodies.
“Hmm,” he says once they are fully out of the way. “These are pretty panties, aren’t they? Shame I’m going to have to rip them.”
A tearing sound follows, and cool air tickles the skin of my ass. I hear a gusty inhale followed by a low rumbly purr that sets my pussy sparking anew. A peek over my shoulder between the curtain of my dark hair reveals he has brought my torn panties to his nose and is inhaling my scent. Eyes at half-mast, he stares boldly back at me, taking his time to inhale deeply again.
The action is uncouth, uncivilized, and maybe a little primitive.
Animalistic.And I suppose he is all of that and more. They say alphas are the distant descendants of shifters, a pack that became isolated and, over time, stopped shifting altogether. The betas became indistinguishable from ordinary men. The alphas and omegas retained many characteristics. Scent markers, heightened senses… dominance and mating drive in the males, and of course the alpha knot.
His rumbly purr stops abruptly.
“Somebody has gone for a wander in their head,” he says with dark amusement.
Oops!
He squeezes my naked ass. “Now that’s a fine sight,” he says lowly. “I can smell your cunt from here. Dripping. Good job it’s a quiet night. An alpha doesn’t like anything coming between him and his food.”
I go perfectly still.
And then a clatter follows as he drops to his knees and his sword scrapes the flagstones.
He makes a tutting noise. “What a perfect, filthy girl,” he rumbles.
My core clenches tightly. I’m so wet I ought to be embarrassed. I’m almost dizzy with need.
His big, broad hands cup my ass cheeks, pulling me up and apart. My breasts scrape against the cold stone battlement, and I could not care.
He makes a deep, rumbly, approving purr. And then with what might be a low muttered curse or a prayer, he takes a long lick, his broad tongue sweeping all the way up to catch my clit before delving deep into my core.
I jolt.
He tightens his hold. Pinning me absolutely still. And I love that. I love how he holds me securely as he feeds noisily upon my pussy, the sounds deep, growly, and full of masculine satisfaction.
The shamefulness of being held open like this—where another guard might pass at any moment—being used by this alpha who takes his pleasure in my body’s offering makes me giddy with need. Every lap of his tongue is a divine form of torment that sends my body lurching toward the pinnacle of pleasure with devastating ease.
Whether I enjoy it is of little consequence to him. And that makes it impossibly better.
Almost like he senses I am close, his lips seek my clit. The move pushes me even further forward until I’m balanced precariously, dangling, held from plunging to the rocks below by his steady hands alone.
The prospect of a rocky death barely registers. All I care about is the feeling of his lips suckling gently upon my clit, the surge of sensations as it swells under his attention, and all the little nerves zinging to life.
He wants me to come. Not because he cares about my pleasure, for this rough guard does not. No, my pleasure is coincidental to the slickness that will flow when I peak. All the better for his feasting upon my most intimate place.
He latches and sucks sharply. My eyes cross. My pussy spasms. I cry out behind my gag. Sweet climactic waves engulf my core, and my pussy pushes out a river for his waiting tongue that he stuffs deep into me.
He growls. His nose is right up against my clit as he eats me out. I twitch. It’s too much. Why doesn’t he fill me already? I couldn’t get any wetter if I tried. Even his alpha cock will assuredly fit with ease.
