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Taken For The Alpha ✔️
by Midika
Taken For The Alpha ✔️
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Taken For The Alpha ✔️
*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...
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~Ayah
I sit on the very edge of the bed, facing the door.
It's late. How late, I'm not sure, but late enough for me to be left wondering whether Zaon is going to come to my room at all.
Maybe he came to his senses. Maybe he's already asleep, letting me dwell on all of tonight's possibilities.
Rain lashes against the window in great billowing sheets. The odd tumble of thunder lingers above, and I can feel the electricity humming in the air.
Tonight could be the night. I may finally have Zaon.
I stand, my legs wary. The anticipation is killing me. My stomach is tight and my skin is unbearably warm. I wear a soft blue night dress and nothing else, although it's failing to bring the relief of a chill to my skin.
I smooth my hand down my recently brushed hair, circling the room.
It smells like my perfume and the vague burning smell of the candles lit about the place. The flickering wells of light they cast might be haunting with the storm stirring outside, but it feels serene instead.
I pause in my step, hearing the sound of boots on wood in the outside hallway.
He's come.
Turning to face the door, I swallow a sharp breath. Now is not the time to appear uncertain, for I'm anything but. I don't want Zaon to end this night before it has started for what he believes is my sake.
He knocks softly on the door before pushing it open a moment later.
I muster a smile as he enters, tucking my hands behind my back so he can't see them shaking. It's the buzz of excitement controlling my body, and not trepidation.
He looks beautiful tonight. He always does, but somehow now, he's different.
He's dressed the same as earlier in his usual dark attire and imposing black boots. He's rolled his sleeves to his elbows, and his fingers relax at his side as he lets his own gaze fall upon me.
"You're here," I whisper.
"You look absolutely beautiful." He takes a step closer, his masculine scent overcoming me. He smells like the rain, like the woods we got lost in.
The chill of the night air has peaked my nipples against the almost sheer fabric of my dress. I wear nothing below, although the thought of Zaon undressing me, layer by layer, would be pleasing.
"I feel beautiful," I admit, twisting a little so the fabric sways against my legs.
The candle light gilds his raven hair, the shadows caressing the hollows of his cheeks, and down the underside of his jaw. He looks imposing, almost intimidating. Yet I don't fear him. Not for a moment.
"Where is your head at?" He asks gently. "What is your decision?"
The intensity of which he examines my expression is unnerving. He's looking for hesitation, for doubt. He won't find any here.
"I want this," I exclaim sturdily.
He takes another step closer, closing the gap between us. "You're certain? It's never too late to change your mind."
His care and thoughtfulness assures me that I've made the right decision in choosing him to be my first. The overwhelming, almost suffocating attraction to him also helps.
I've wanted him so badly, it hurt these past few months. I want to see the strong planes of his body, feel his mouth, his fingers, and his cock exploring me.
"I want this." I tilt my chin to look up at him. "Do you?"
An emotion akin to anguish, to desperation, sharpens his features. He grabs my forearm, tugging me a step closer until our chests collide, and his mouth lowers within inches of mine.
"I want you more than anything." His words almost sound like a prayer.
His hand rises to slide around the back of my neck. His grip is firm and sure as he tugs me that inch closer so our mouths meet.
I weaken in his hold, my entire body singing with the pleasure of being reunited with the sensation of kissing him. It is like nothing else.
He groans against my mouth like this is sweet relief, his tongue meeting mine. I let him consume me, showing me what tonight is about.
I drape my arms over his shoulders while his fingers tangle in my hair. He's restraining himself. I can feel it as his shoulders remain tense and his movements stay tight and careful.
He doesn't want to push me. He wants this slow and methodical, for his enjoyment and mine.
"Fuck, I missed kissing you," he growls into my mouth.
A sudden intensity accompanies the kiss, enough to send me back a step. Zaon steps with me, keeping me flush against his body, his hand securing me.
I shove at his chest, breaking the kiss.
"I need to breathe," I force out, my chest heaving. I'm overwhelmed, and Zaon's proximity makes it impossible to think.
He steps back, understanding me without those words needed. His eyes are still wild, and he looks poised to pounce on me the moment I say he can.
"Take your time," he says hoarsely, tightening and releasing his fists in an effort to restrain himself.
If this weren't my first time, I imagine this might be going differently. Zaon would unleash himself upon me, not giving me a moment of reprieve before he sheathed himself inside me and rode me hard enough to make me scream.
But now he watches me in contemplative silence, his hair ruffled and unkempt and his eyes as dark and tumultuous as the storm outside.
"What's going to happen tonight?" I ask, needing to ease my mind, to stop obsessively anticipating what is to come.
"I'm going to ready you for me then I'm going to make love to you." Each word is rich and luxuriant in tone.
I glance down at where his arousal strains against the fabric of his pants. Fuck. He really does look as big as everyone has said.
"I heard you're a rough lover..." I bring up cautiously.
"Not tonight," he murmurs. "We go at your pace."
I nod, relieved. I'm in control of this.
We collide again. This kiss feels more urgent as Zaon grasps my waist, guiding me backward. The backs of my knees hit the edge of the bed while his hands pull the straps of my nightdress off my shoulders.
His touch is firm and practiced. His tongue artfully distracts me as the dress falls to the floor at my feet in a delicate slump.
Almost as if he can't help himself, he breaks the kiss to look down at me. He's seen me naked before, but each time it seems to be new to him as his lips part and his brow creases in quiet concentration.
I let his hands smooth over me, palming my breasts before curving lower. My head tips back, loose hair brushing against my back as the sensation of his touch sends chills scattering across my skin.
He buries his face in my hair, fingers kneading the flesh of my hips.
"Don't fall in love with me," he purrs in my ear, his teeth grazing right below it.
"I won't," I breathe.
He guides me onto the bed, my back pressing into the buttery soft sheets. I look up at him as he stands between my legs, looking down at me.
"I mean it." His tone grows sterner. "Because even if I want you, I can't have you."
The thought of Zaon wanting me makes my heart stutter, but I don't pay that much mind.
"I know." I stretch my arms out, enjoying the way his eyes devour every inch of exposed skin, his fingertips making gentle passes up and down my thighs.
He leans down to kiss between my breasts. "I'm going to make this good for you, but it's just sex, okay?"
"I can handle this, Zaon. I promise."
I'm not going to fall in love with him. I crave him, but that's just attraction. His body is a remarkable work of art, and his face is beautiful enough to be supernatural. That's it.
I hope.
He straightens, flicking the stays of every button of his shirt until his muscled abdomen is exposed. It looks mouthwatering under candlelight, and improves even more as he sheds off the shirt.
"You're going to be a good girl for me tonight, aren't you?" His thumb brushes over my nipple, making my back arch appreciatively. "Do that, and you'll be rewarded immensely."
I nod, my mind buzzing. I'm ready to relinquish myself to him completely, in every possible way. He can do with me what he pleases - I trust him implicitly.
He takes my nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking against the sensitive bud. I jolt at the pleasurable sensation, a gasp catching in my throat. One hand kneads my breast while the other keeps my thighs spread wide for him.
He pulls back a touch, looking at me through strands of messy dark hair.
I shouldn't, but I can't help myself. My fingers brush his hair back in a move that strangely enough, feels far more intimate than anything else we've done.
We watch each other for a moment, his eyes darkening, a soft growl loosening from deep in his throat.
He falls to one knee, and then the other. Both hands grasp my thighs, keeping me wide and bare for him. Even if I wanted to press them together to preserve my modesty, I don't think I could.
Not that I give it a fleeting thought as he kisses my inner thigh, before sinking his teeth into the soft flesh there.
I jolt up, panic rising into my throat.
He looks up at me, eyes softening. "Don't worry, I didn't mark you. It's just a reminder of me for the next couple days."
My body melts back down onto the bed. I'm about to have a religious experience at his hands, but I'm not willing to bear his mark. But the thought of having a reminder of him down there, embedded in my skin for a few days is exciting.
He kisses the bruising spot gently, and then upward, until his mouth is hovering over the centre of me.
His eyes flick up to meet mine, the darkest of smiles haunting his mouth before kissing my clit and dragging his tongue along the centre of me.
My breath catches in my throat. The sound that manages to escape is barely audible, strangled by the sharp flood of pleasure ricocheting through my body. I'm immediately reminded of how much I enjoy this, enjoy him.
"I could live between your legs." His voice vibrates against me, his tongue working me in gentle strokes. He's tasting me, savouring me.
It's as close to worship as he ever gets, I'm sure.
I smile, draping my hand over my face. "It's what you're good for."
His teeth graze against my clit, my body flinching at the overwhelming sensation. It's a warning.
"Watch your tongue tonight Ayah," he murmurs darkly. "Especially when I'm in control of your pleasure."
He holds me wider to punctuate his point, his mouth sending shocks of desire through me, my hips lifting in a demand for more. He hums appreciatively as my fingers wind into his hair, keeping him tethered between my thighs.
He drags his tongue from the bottom to the top of me, not holding back now. His hands keep me effectively pinned to the bed, forcing me to take every bit of pleasure he affords me.
Every jerk of my hips upward earns a soft growl from him, but not once does he relent in the pure euphoria he inflicts upon me.
My moans are choked in my throat, loud and desperate. In the guest quarters here, no one will overhear us — not that I'm in any mind to care.
With my eyes closed and my head bowed back, I don't notice him lift his hand to the centre of me until I feel him swipe at the wetness gathered there. I gasp at the sensation, then at the finger he slides into me.
I groan, colours whirring in my vision.
He commands my body expertly, familiar with it more than anyone beyond myself. He pumps his finger in and out of me slowly, gently, slowly easing me into the sensations as they cascade down over my body.
"You're almost ready for me," he purrs, circling his tongue against my clit, his finger sinking deeper into me.
I nod vigorously, knowing that even with my eyes closed, his are trained on me, watching my every reaction, feeding off of it. He reads me so well, knowing when to slow and when to add another finger, as he does now.
I whine some sort of plea into my palm as I feel myself stretch around him. He presses deep, curling his fingers against a spot that has all the air expelling from my lungs.
"Ayah, sweetheart." Zaon is calling for my attention, gently, softly. It's almost lost in the dull roaring in my ears. "Look at me."
I peek down at him, feeling the shimmering veil of my climax within reach. His eyes are dark, blue like the deepest depths of the sea. Seeing him staring at me is enough to drive me over the edge, but it's helped along as he takes my clit into his mouth and sucks, hard.
My hand presses into my mouth to cover my desperate scream as I crash into euphoric oblivion. My vision goes spotty as his drives his fingers deep into me, over and over, prolonging my high.
I can hear him praising me, distantly, as he always does when I climax. He tells me he's proud of me, that I'm beautiful, that I belong to him. It only drags out my desire until I'm completely wrought of energy.
My body trembles in the wake of my orgasm. Zaon straightens, gently gliding his fingers from me before he looms over me.
"You are ready for me now." He presses a kiss next to my mouth, his expression suddenly serious as he pulls back. "I take a tonic, so you don't have to worry."
I blink, my mind a scrambled mess. "Tonic?"
His gaze hardens. "To stop me from impregnating you, Ayah."
A breath rushes out of me. Right, sex equals pregnancy if two are not careful. In all my excitement, I almost forgot. I'm glad he's kept his head.
"Oh...that's good." I swallow past the lump in my throat.
He smiles, grabbing my face to give it a little shake. "Don't look so mortified. Tonight will be fun, and it's going to feel good."
I nod numbly. The pleasure of my last orgasm may have subsided, but my nerves have not. Now, though, I feel more comfortable. I've made the right decision choosing him. I want this.
"It's going to hurt," I say bluntly, recalling what I've overheard and read in books.
His eyes soften. "At first, yes, but soon enough you'll be taking every inch of my cock, and you'll love it."
Just like that, I need him again. I need to get lost in all that good feeling and to have him, all to myself, even if it is just for tonight.
"You sound so sure..." My fingers curl into the sheets.
"You can trust your body and pleasure with me tonight. I will take care of you." His thumb brushes against my lower lip.
He looks at me so tenderly, almost like...
No. Tonight isn't about real feelings. He said as much himself.
To steer my thoughts away from that, I lower my gaze to his body. He's still dressed in his pants, his arousal very prominent.
He's given me so much, I should—
He grabs my wrist as I reach down for him, shaking his head.
"Uh ah," he softly scolds. "Tonight is about you."
I draw my hand back. Does he not want me to touch him like that because he wants to centre this night around my pleasure only, or is it because I'm inexperienced?
Sensing my trepidation, he takes my hands in his. "Ayah."
"What?" I murmur.
"I have spent weeks, months, wondering what you would look like on your knees before me." His voice is measured, but infected with lust. "But you are not mine, and that is not a privilege I would allow myself to be afforded. Even if I want to."
I open my mouth to protest, but he shakes his head firmly.
"I already get the privilege of seeing you like this, of being inside you tonight." There's the slightest ripple of desperation between his brows as he looks at me. "I never thought..."
He drifts off, not needing to complete that sentence. It's too dangerous of him to do so.
"I understand," I breathe, before I guide his mouth back down to meet mine.
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