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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: 2831

Ayah

This isn't like anything I thought I would ever do.

And yet, despite my reservations, I lower myself down until doing as instructed, practically burying his face between my thighs.

The first sweep of his tongue against my clit, however, has my reservations melting away.

He unleashes himself, devouring me like he's hungry, like he's finally getting what he's held himself back from.

The practiced, skillful exploration of his tongue has the sturdiness draining from my body. I almost fall forward, having nothing to catch myself on.

His large hands are gripping the flesh of my hips, pulling me against his mouth in rhythmic waves while I lose myself in utter bliss.

It's not fair that he's so good at this. It's not fair this feels so incredible...

The thought of anyone in the hotel hearing me while their Alpha pleasures me is far beyond my mind as I moan with abandon, chasing the high I want so desperately.

I can feel the shimmery veil of a climax so close, ready to drape itself over me. I want to reach for it, to feel what I've been craving since I first met him.

However, he lifts me abruptly off his face. I gasp at the loss of contact, ready to protest until he grabs me and pulls me down onto my back.

My loose limbs stretch against the soft fur of the rug. Zaon rears up over me, the light behind him, casting a menacing shadow over his face. He's a god in complete control of my pleasure.

He presses my thighs apart, looking down at the glistening flesh between my legs. There's an unflinching need in his eyes that I desperately want to quench.

I stay impossibly still, afraid I'll corrupt the moment as his fingertips dance up my thighs, reaching the sensitive center of me.

Right as his thumb presses down on my clit, he speaks to me.

"Tell me, Ayah, how did you escape? Who did you go to heal?" He asks softly, his voice impossibly controlled and even.

"Hmm, what?" I breathe, suffocating in a haze of pleasure as he rolls his thumb in precise circles.

He leans over me, grabbing my jaw. The grip is tight enough to capture my attention, looking up into eyes as tumultuous as a storm.

"Concentrate Ayah." He gives my head a little shake. "Tell me."

At that moment, he removes his thumb from my clit, laying his hand on my thigh. My eyes widen in frustration, raising my hips up in hopes of bringing the sensation back.

"No...why did you stop?" I complain.

His hand on my face brushes through my hair as he leans forward to tenderly kiss me. I moan quietly at the softness of his lips, at his closeness. His hair brushes against my face, tickling my skin.

When he pulls away, there is a cold determination set deep in his eyes. "Would you like to cum, Angel?"

I nod frantically, looking down at his unmoving hand on my thigh. "Yes...please."

"Then tell me how you escaped and who you went to heal." His fingers dig into the flesh of my inner thigh, leaving indents that will bruise by tomorrow.

In my state of pleasure, it doesn't hurt. It only makes me more desperate to reach my climax.

"You're cruel," I hiss.

"I'll sit here and drag this out all night if I must." He's sadistic, studying my face as he spreads my legs wider. "In fact, we don't need to be home by tomorrow. I could just keep you on this floor until you're a sobbing mess begging for mercy."

The last word leaves his mouth right as he slides two fingers deep inside me.

The fullness has bright colors spilling into my vision. "Zaon, please!"

He looks down at me pityingly, palming my breasts with his free hand while his fingers remain unmoving inside me.

"Tell me, Ayah. Tell me and I'll give you your release."

I don't want to trust Zaon with Blake and Riley's names. I can't be sure he won't do something to harm them, but I also can't be sure he'll release me from this torment until I fess up.

"You have to...you must promise they won't be punished," I exclaim breathlessly as he draws his fingers out before pressing them back in slowly.

His brow raises. "They?"

"Promise me!" I insist, almost choking on the words as his fingers curl inside me.

His promise has to mean something to me. I wouldn't have invited him into my body so readily if part of me didn't believe in his true character. I just hope I am right about him.

He kisses the corner of my mouth so gently it makes my toes curl. "I promise."

"Your stablehand helped me escape on horseback to the local village where I healed her dying mother. I was returned by one of your guards," I force out, practically in one breath.

A dark and sadistic intention sinks into his expression. He kisses me so hard our teeth almost clash, and when he pulls away, his mouth shifts to my neck. I yelp as his teeth graze against my skin, leaving enough small bites to leave a sting that will be visible tomorrow.

"You bad girl. I should leave you without release for that," he growls in my ear.

"No! I beg you, please let me cum," I plead, pushing myself back into his hand.

He raises up. "You'll be good for me?"

He's pressing his fingers in and out of me again, slowly ratcheting up my pleasure until I'm breathless. He watches the way I move with him, eyes glazed.

"Zaon I'll be so good," I promise him. Maybe I won't, but in this moment, I'll do anything for him. Anything to feel the orgasm he's been holding me back from.

"That's my girl." His thrusts his fingers in deep. "Cum for me."

His command is enough to send me hurtling over the edge.

My entire body stiffens and then comes loose again. My mind goes blank, leaving only thoughts of him remaining. I can distantly feel my legs shaking, feel his fingers still drawing the pleasure out, moving with me.

Wave after wave of euphoria assaults me, and by the time I come down from it, my stomach is tense from clenching and my clit is pulsing from the effort. My vision even swims with a carousel of colors, the feeling otherworldly.

When reality dawns on me, and the last dregs of pleasure fade, I note that Zaon has withdrawn his fingers from inside me, and is gently smoothing his other hand through my hair.

"Well done, that was a good one," he murmurs, the edges of his mouth softening. "I think the entire inn has become acquainted with my name."

I drag in breath after breath. I didn't realize I was screaming, but my throat feels hoarse since he mentioned it.

"I don't think I can walk," I admit with a short, breathless laugh.

He laughs huskily, scanning my body as he considers what to do with me. I half expect him to tell me he's heading back to his room, that he's given me what I needed and doesn't feel the need to stick around.

Instead, he slides his arms beneath me, lifting me. I grab his shoulders, uncertain of what to say that won't send him running.

He sets me down onto the bed gently. My body feels weak and wonderfully sated. He teased me and tormented me, and brought me right to the epicenter of pleasure.

"Let me run a bath for you." He turns, stepping into the adjoining bathroom that I've yet to explore.

Moments later, as I stare up at the ceiling, I hear the bath begin to run. I lay my hands over my face to conceal my smile, wondering why he's being so attentive.

Once the bath is full and warm, he picks me up again, setting me down into the water.

I sigh blissfully, stretching out as much as I can manage in the small bath. The water soothes the ache in my center left from his fingers, and allows my limbs to melt into relaxation.

"My body feels amazing. I think I like sex," I tell him.

He's knelt down beside the bath, making it clear he isn't going anywhere. He wavers in my vision behind a veil of steam, his forearms braced against the edge of the tub.

"That's only part of it." He reaches out to brush my hair back from my forehead, which is already dampening from the steam.

I lean my head back, my heavy eyelids falling shut. "I'm excited for the rest."

Zaon is silent for such a long stretch of time that I open my eyes again to find him staring at me, the tension in his jaw looking almost painful.

"I wouldn't say that to me right now, Ayah." His voice is lethally soft.

It's in this moment that I realize the pleasure he has inflicted upon me, while I've reciprocated nothing.

"You didn't get any release." I sit up a little, the water sloshing around me. "You would have with Azalea."

"A single night with you gives me enough pleasure to last a lifetime. I assure you, I do not need another to sate me." His hand presses back on my shoulder until I'm resting again.

I'm about to offer to touch the hard cock seated in his pants, but he cuts me off as he lathers soap in his hands before beginning to wash me.

I almost moan at the feeling of his broad hands gliding against my skin, gentle but thorough.

"For a monster you can act tender and kind at times." I gaze up at his face, at the subtle concentration hardening his perfect features.

"No one should receive an orgasm and be abandoned afterwards." His hands roll over my shoulders and down my arms.

My hands drift lazily through the water, feeling awfully content despite my entire body still being on display for him. While I can feel him admiring me, he keeps his hands away from any sensitive areas.

"Where was the nobility when you tricked me? When you lied and killed my mother and lit my house on fire, nearly killing me?" I raise my brows.

"First of all, you were never going to die in that fire. I was in complete control," he murmurs, squeezing my arm in a silent warning not to goad him. "And second...I don't claim to be a good person. I just am who I am, and I'm sorry for that."

Maybe somewhere there's a good person buried beneath the ruthless man willing to lie and steal so flippantly. Either way, it's not for me to unearth.

"Iris better be worth it," I grumble.

His face softens, a deep sadness settling in. "More than you can imagine."

Part of me is looking forward to meeting her. She's young, but I'm curious about her perception of Zaon. I can only hope I have the strength to pull her back from the ledge of death.

"So you're a dad...that's unbelievable." Somehow I can imagine it. He's doting on me right now, and I'm not sure he can entirely stand me on a good day.

"I don't consider myself her father. She's my little sister after all." He looks down at where his hands continue to soap my skin. "We have a special bond. I love her dearly."

There is no doubting the love he feels for her. I envy her for having someone that feels that way, since my childhood was void of that.

I just hope he doesn't love her too much, like how my father loved my mother.

"How is Raven with her?"

"She ignores her." A muscle in his jaw ticks. "She would never harm Iris. She knows I would kill her."

Yet she tried to harm me. It's become increasingly clear, though, that her intention was never to take my life. She wanted to send me a message, to warn me that her husband is completely off limits.

"Why are you married to her?" I ask, ignoring the weight of my eyelids suddenly.

"It's complicated. I had just taken the title of Alpha, and I was woefully young. In an attempt to make alliances, I met with Raven's father and he got me ridiculously drunk." He shakes his head at the memory. "I can't remember much, but I made some kind of bet with him. It ended with me losing all memory of that night and a deal I signed to marry his daughter."

My eyes widen. "Are you serious?"

"I tried to back out of it, but he made it clear that our alliance was fragile, and that he would strike me with enough force to flatten my pack if I ended our deal." He sighs. "I knew I wouldn't stand a chance against him, so I submitted. I tried with Raven, in the beginning, but I realized her true character and I've hated her ever since."

I shiver, despite the hot water lapping against my skin. It's a grim, terrible reality for him. He's trapped in a marriage with a monster, and there is no escape for him.

Maybe he deserves it. He's a monster too, after what he did to me. Even if it is to save his sister.

"Is your pack not strong enough to face his now?"

"It is, but a war could last years, decades. It would cause devastation and loss of life on a scale unseen before." I can almost see him mourning the loss without it even happening. "Being married to Raven is a small, insignificant price to pay to protect the peace of my pack."

"But you'll never be able to marry another..." It feels so final, so permanent.

He closes his eyes for a moment, his hands pausing beneath the water. Whether he's willing to admit it or not, this hurts him.

"Like I said, it is a sacrifice. But not one that is unworthy." His hands raise to my hair that I lean back to wet. "I don't allow myself to consider an alternative. It's easier that way."

I relax deeper into the tub as his hands gently shampoo my hair. "What if you find your mate?"

"Honestly?" His jaw tightens. "I don't know, Ayah."

Part of me wants to assure him that it's okay, that the mate bond can be poison. It drives people to insanity. But in this moment, as his fingertips massage my scalp, I can't say the words.

"Hmm. Sad."

"I'm sorry she poisoned you." Cold and brutal torment sinks into the depths of his expression. "Fuck, I could have killed her. I would have too, if I could."

I don't doubt that, after what he told me.

"I don't feel safe in that house," I say weakly, the binds of fatigue twisting around me.

"I promise you are." The harsh determination behind his words steals my breath. "It won't happen again. Not within my walls."

While I'm tempted to ask how he's going to do that, I realize I don't want to know. The less involved in their relationship I get, the better. Whatever he said to her after that must have been enough to keep her away, because she didn't come to my room to finish me off.

"So what happens now?"

"Tomorrow we return home—"

"I mean after this," I say softly.

He helps me rinse out my hair dutifully. "If Raven finds out...I can protect you, but I'm not sure you want that pressure."

"None of this means I don't hate you for everything you've done," I remind him. "Everything goes back to how it was before this night."

Once we return to his home, I'll shove this to the back of my mind and I hope the craving doesn't return.

"I can't blame you for that." His brows draw together regardless, like I'm a puzzle he can't figure out.

"I think it's time for bed." I stifle a yawn into my hand. He's wrung out every ounce of energy I had.

His gaze softens. "I think so too."

He helps me finish off my bath before lifting me out. I towel dry slowly, my limbs heavy. Zaon guides me to the bed, tucking me under the covers before lying beside me.

I fall asleep to the sound of his voice not long after my head hits the pillow. When I wake for a moment, about an hour later, he's gone.

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