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Taken For The Alpha ✔️

by Midika

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Taken For The Alpha ✔️

Werewolf

18+ read at your discretion! My hands tremble by my sides. "Don't sleep with her..." He steps toward me, his eyes dark. "Why not?" "Whatever you were planning to do to her tonight, do it to me instead," I whisper.

Ayah has always been unremarkable in every way other than in the power she wields. Since she was little she has been able to heal even the most fatal of wounds. Because of this, her father has locked her away, keeping her powers safe from the outside world. That is, until a man appears below her balcony, giving her a glimpse into the freedom she could finally have. However, the moment she starts to trust him, he takes her captive, revealing his identity to be a powerful Alpha who needs her to heal his younger sister. But when the girl's illness becomes impossible for Ayah to heal, she is dragged on a journey beside the Alpha to find an amplifier. On the way she learns their connection goes deeper than their heated attraction, to a soul bond neither can deny.

Word Count: 2498
~Ayah
I sit on the bed, chewing on the nail of my thumb.

Azalea arrived not long ago. I heard her slinking up the steps before padding past my door to get to Zaon's.
My stomach is in thick, tangled knots. I should be trying to sleep before they get started, and I'm forced to endure the sounds of their lovemaking.
Unfortunately, the walls are like paper here. I can hear faint mumblings, occasionally broken by laughter.

What could they possibly have to talk about?

What am I thinking? He's known her for a lot longer than he's known me. It's not as if it should matter, anyway. Zaon isn't mine, and I wouldn't want him to be, even if he was.

Yet, my body craves the pleasure he gave me a glimpse of. My skin tingles at the memory, a throbbing sensation settling in between my legs as I allow myself to recall his talents.

And now some other woman is experiencing them.

Slumping into the pillows, I stare up at the ceiling. Maybe I should resort to taking care of my horniness myself. It would be far less destructive, and might curb the edge of this punishing need for Zaon.

It's troubling being so attracted to someone and yet hating everything they stand for.

I look down at my pants, considering shimmying them off so I can promptly deal with this problem and be done with it.

But he could do it so much better...

Sighing, I swing my legs off the bed, dropping my head into my hands.

I shouldn't do what I'm contemplating doing. I should let my rational mind take control, climb under the sheets and get some sleep.

But that's exactly what I'm not going to do.

Slipping from my room, I look down the empty hallway. I can hear Zaon and Azalea talking a little clearer from out here. It confirms to me that they aren't fucking right now, at least.

Stepping in front of the door, I take a final pause to consider my actions. Despite another reexamination, I come to the same conclusion.

Raising my fist, I knock on the door.

The voices fall quiet halfway through their sentence. I hear Zaon mutter something before his footsteps approach the door.

My heartbeat thumps in my ears. I'm going to face him, and I barely know what I'm going to say. I've already embarrassed myself and the door hasn't even opened yet.

When it does, Zaon stands on the other side, mercifully clothed.

I look behind him, but from this angle, I can't see Azalea. It's a good thing, for all the confidence would surely drain out of me if I could.

"Can we talk?" I ask him in a hushed voice.

He frowns, looking over me. He doesn't appear to have been ravaged yet. There is still a chance for me to intervene.

"Is something wrong?" He asks, glancing over my shoulder as if a threat has chased me to his door.

I swallow, rubbing my arm. He looks no different to when I saw him two hours ago, and yet, he's more handsome than ever. His shirt has been unbuttoned at the top, and his belt is missing. His dark hair seems longer than usual, all mussed and uneven.

"I would like to speak in private," I say awkwardly.

He grips the door, looking back behind it at Azalea. Is he going to close the door and spend the night laughing at my stupidity?

"Look, I'm busy..." he trails off, not needing to elaborate further.

"It's important," I say, my mind clear of any processes that would stop words before they fall from my mouth. "Is she naked in there?"

Zaon pulls the door a little closer to him, like I might try to peer deeper into the room. I can imagine she's unclothed and splayed out on the sheets, waiting for him. I imagine this is the worst possible time for me to interrupt.

"Ayah...what is this about?" He demands.

"Please come to my room. I need to talk to you," I beg. Dignity be damned, I've committed to this already.

He studies for a moment, eyes falling to where I nervously wring my hands.

Eventually, he sighs. "Fine. I'll meet you in your room in a moment."

He closes the door. Quick as ever, I dart back into my room, leaving the door open a crack as an invitation.

I dash to the mirror hung precariously on the far wall. I smooth down my hair and pinch my cheeks. My feet barely make it back the rug before Zaon slips into the room, clicking it closed behind him.

"What is it, Ayah?" Surprisingly, he doesn't seem annoyed by my persistent meddling in what should be a simple night for him.

My hands tremble by my sides. "Don't sleep with her..."

He steps toward me, his eyes dark. "Why not?"

I can't handle it when he looks at me like that.

There's a dark hunger in his eyes that isn't sated. It melts my insides at the same time it terrifies the fuck out of me.

"Just don't, please," I plead. He's close enough now that I could kiss him. I could convince him to stay with my mouth and hope I'm enough to pull him from Azalea.

He angles his head to the side as he considers me. "I'm going to need a reason, Ayah."

He really is going to make me say it, isn't he?

"Whatever you were planning to do to her tonight, do it to me instead," I whisper.

My plea settles between us. His eyes widen imperceptibly, the slightest crease forming between his brow.

"I was planning on fucking her," he says bluntly.

I swallow. "I know..."

I don't care if I'm not thinking straight. I've known what I've wanted for years now, I've just never been able to access it. Now, I have someone in front of me that could inflict a world of pleasure on me, and I'm more than ready to experience it.

At this point, I don't even care that I hate him, that he's the warden of a prison I can't yet escape from.

"Ayah...you haven't even lost your virtue yet." He shakes his head, eyes soft.

"Well I would have by now, were it not for my father locking me up my entire life." I huff out a frustrated breath. "Does my inexperience offend you that greatly?"

Part of me figured he might reject me. Why have me when he has someone far more experienced and ready for him right next door?

"No it doesn't offend me, but I shouldn't be the one taking your virtue." He rubs his jaw. "You hate me."

"So?"

"So..." His eyes close in a grimace as he shakes his head. "Come on, Ayah."

He sounds exasperated, unsettled. I know he believes I'm being flippant, but I've considered this in a depth far greater than I'm willing to admit to him.

"Please don't sleep with her," I whisper.

His expression softens and he reaches out, caressing my face with a feather light touch. I lean into his palm, this thumb brushing against my cheek.

He leans to the other side of my head, his mouth near my ear.

"You don't have to offer yourself up to me in order to stop me from taking Azalea to bed," he murmurs, voice thick like honey. "Asking is enough."

"It is?"

He nods once. "I'll go ask her to leave."

He strides to the door, barely opening it before I speak up.

"Wait..."

He glances over his shoulder. "Yes, Ayah?"

"I still want you. For tonight, at least," I say breathlessly.

I don't just want him, I need him. I need to feed that self-sabotaging part of me that continues to yearn for him despite what he has done. I want to sate it, and to prove to myself that I can use him for pleasure and feel nothing for him once it's over.

His grip tightens on the doorknob, his body coiled with anticipatory tension. "Wait here."

I watch him depart from the room, half expecting him not to return.

While I want to feel guilty for stealing Azalea's chance to be with Zaon tonight, I simply don't. I can't seem to gather why, I just know that I can't exist in another moment where his attention is focused elsewhere.

Silence pools in the room as I teeter back and forth on my feet. My stomach is tight with anticipation, wondering what Zaon might be willing to do to me tonight.

I begin to pace, before an idea spawns in my mind. I shrug off my nightgown, standing completely naked in the centre of the room.

There is nothing for me to be insecure about tonight. I want Zaon looking at all of me.

Moments later, I hear him in the hallway, before the door clicks open.

His eyes find my own, before lowering to take the rest of me in. The door isn't even entirely shut yet as he loosens a breath, his eyes slowly closing in what almost seems like pain.

"Fuck..." He groans softly. "Look at you."

Warmth pools in my stomach as he closes the door, approaching me. He rolls his sleeves up his forearms as he inspects me generously, as if he's preparing to get himself dirty.

"This means nothing. I still hate you for what you're forcing me to do," I jump to say. "But I've never felt anything like what you did to me that night. I can't stop thinking about it."

This will be the last night. It has to be.

He stops in front of me; so close I can almost feel the tips of his boots against my toes. His hand brushes my dark hair off my shoulders before he drags his palm up my neck and to hold the side of my face.

"Me either. I thought tonight I could finally get the taste of you off my tongue." He shakes his head. "But even then it wouldn't have been enough."

His thumb glides back and forth along my cheekbone as he admires every ridge and line of my face, like he's memorising me.

I let him, enjoying the weight of his entire focus.

My eyes flutter closed as he leans forward to brush a soft kiss against my forehead. His scent floods my senses, so wondrously masculine and addicting.

I'm not sure how I have the strength to resist him only a daily basis. Nothing feels as good as his proximity.

As if he can read that thought, he backs away a couple steps.

I frown, reaching for him but he only steps further away.

"You're backing away." I want him within reach. I want my hands all over him, and his mouth all over me.

He runs a hand through his hair. "I need to look at you, just for a bit longer."

My heart melts. How could I possibly deny him that?

I watch as his eyes travel over me. They are slow in their journey down my body, running over every slope and curve, giving every inch of me a generous study.

"You like what you see?" I twirl in a circle for him.

Surprisingly, his attention doesn't make me shy. Watching every subtle shift in his expression as he admires me fills me with a kind of confidence I haven't gotten from someone before.

I especially like how he appears to be willing to fall to his knees to worship me.

"You're so fucking beautiful. I could ruin you." He runs his hand over his jaw.

"Please do." I stand patiently, waiting for his tether to snap.

A wild kind of excitement appears on his face. He approaches me again with wicked intent.

"Yeah? Is that what you want?"

I nod. "It is."

He grabs my face in his hands, kissing me. Aching relief shudders through me as I collapse into his arms. Finally.

The kiss is hard and insistent as his patience wears thin. We've been resisting each other for long enough, and tonight is the night we indulge in what we want.

He groans against my mouth before he pulls away again, digging his hands into his wildly mussed hair.

"No, come back," I insist. His uncertainty is driving me insane.

"I need to restrain myself." His chest heaves as he regains his composure. "You're like a drug."

"I need you."  I'm ready to plead at this point. My entire body is buzzing with desire. I'm craving his touch, and the longer he holds himself back, the more desperate I feel.

He rubs his jaw, considering his next move.

"I can't have you the way you want, angel." He shakes his head. "Not tonight, not like this."

My jaw tightens. His moral high ground on this issue is infuriating. I understand his hesitancy, but can't he see how badly I want him? I've put everything this past month to the side, so I can have this night of indulgence.

I know it might be bad for me, but I don't care. It doesn't feel that way at all.

"What can you do?"

A muscle ticks in his jaw as he considers the options. "I have an idea."

"Tell me." I realise I sound embarrassingly eager, but I can't find it in myself to be ashamed.

He steps forward to take my hand, gently leading me forward a few steps. I follow his lead, curiosity and need licking up my spine.

"I'm going to lie down and you're going to sit yourself on my face," he murmurs, voice thick and heavy with need.

My brows raise. "Naked?"

"Yes, I'm going to pleasure you." He gives my hand a gentle tug. "Come here."

He guides me down to kneel on the plush rug at our feet. Nerves and excitement have created an almost unbearable cocktail in the depths of my stomach.

He lays on the rug before gesturing with both hands in a sort of come hither motion. I do exactly that, crawling atop his body until I'm kneeling over his face.

"Like this?" I ask breathlessly. I think I like seeing him like this — under me and expectant.

His gaze longingly to between my legs, then back up at me again. "Perfect. Now sit down and ride my face."

My brows raise. "How will you breathe?"

His hands settle against the backs of my thighs, squeezing with enough force to make me gasp.

"I don't need to breathe," he assures me. "I want to be immersed in you."