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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.

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~Ayah

Zaon's kiss is urgent, hurried.

It presses me into the bed, one of his hands sunk into the mattress beside my head, the other possessively wound into my hair. His patience has frayed to its limit.

My hands lower to his pants, flicking the stays desperately. The waistband loosens, allowing me to shove them down over his hips. He pauses to shed them, his underwear and his boots off completely.

I lean up on my elbows to admire his naked form, the moisture lifting from my mouth.

His form is absolutely stunning. Long lines of muscle frame his torso, cutting a strong V down to his hips. My eyes lower, taking in his wondrously hard cock. Long and thick, he's already prepared for me with no stimulation at all, save for pleasuring me.

His hands run down my thighs, widening them. He looks down at me, my hips raising in desperation. Desire pulses down to my core and I'm almost choking on my anticipation.

His eyes are impossibly dark as they raise to meet mine. "Ready to take me now?"

"More than ever." I nod eagerly.

"It's not too late to change your mind. It never is, not right now, and not halfway through." He levels a look that is sobering. "Understood?"

"I'm not changing my mind," I insist. "Zaon, please fuck me."

The softest smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth. He leans down to kiss me chastely, his mouth lingering close.

"I cannot deny us what we so desperately want any longer," he murmurs.

Warmth breathes through me. I like that. Us. In this moment, there is no one else, nothing else. There is only us, and this moment I don't ever wish to forget.

He tugs me a little closer to where he stands at the edge of the bed. I arrange my legs to rest around his hips as he lines himself up with my entrance.

Our gazes clash — the last look for hesitation — before he slowly presses into me.

It is only an inch at first, then another. I suck in a breath, my fingers curling into the duvet as a sharp sting of pain lances through me.

He immediately pauses, brows knotting in concern as he scans my face. "Breathe, Ayah. We take this at your pace."

I swallow tightly, barely nodding. He's big, and the pain isn't small.

He waits until my breathing evens out a touch before he sinks a little deeper, taking me an inch at a time, letting me adjust at every stage.

I shift beneath him, struggling to accommodate his size. While there is pain, however, there is also the beginnings of pleasure. There is satisfaction in the fullness, even if it is so much more than two of his fingers.

He kisses my forehead tenderly, body straining above me from the effort of keeping still. "You're doing so well."

Even though it feels like he has hit the end, I glance down to see a few more inches to go. But his praise fuels me, and the final length of him presses the rest of the way in without much resistance.

I gasp at the sensation, at the pain and fullness. He looks down at me through dark lashes, his eyes melting with a flurry of emotions I can't decipher. His lips part, our desperate breaths mingling.

"How do you feel?" He whispers, adjusting my hips a little.

"I feel okay. You?" My voice doesn't sound like my own.

The weight of his stare is a language of its own. "Words cannot describe what I feel, Ayah."

He doesn't need to say it for me to understand. I feel it too, overwhelmed with all the sensations in my body. This feels right, having him inside me, the pain slowly subsiding with every tender brush of his hands down my body as he straightens to look at me.

He doesn't move, although he looks thoroughly wrecked. Holding himself back isn't an easy task, but he does so masterfully. Anything he does is commanded by my wordless indications.

"I want more," I breathe. The pain lingers distantly, but it is nothing to the thrill of pleasure pulsing through me.

His eyes darken. "Are you ready?"

I nod as his hand lowers, thumb pressing against my clit. My back arches at the sensation as he rubs in languorous circles. I barely notice him pulling back until he thrusts back into me again.

It's a smooth, gentle action, but it forces the breath out of me regardless. Suddenly, he's the perfect fit, sinking into me so deeply, so wonderfully I can't collect my scattered thoughts.

He lowers down to kiss me, hands beside my head as he sets a gentle, slow rhythm.

"You feel incredible," he murmurs against my lips. It almost feels as though he is praying to me. "You were made for me."

In this moment, I can't disagree. Pain is a distant memory, eclipsed by a growing pleasure that he's sating with each thrust into me. While he is moving slowly, he moves thoroughly, deeply, stealing the breath that at this point, I don't want anyway.

"You're holding back," I observe, watching the way the strong muscles of his abdomen flex with each thrust.

He doesn't respond, his mouth trailing along my jaw and down my neck. He kisses below my ear, leaving a stinging bite.

"Zaon..."

His mouth drifts back up to mine, where he leaves a dozen soft kisses. "You can't take it like that yet. Just relax and enjoy what I'm giving to you."

He presses in deeper, my toes curling, a moan escaping from the back of my throat.

He's afraid of hurting me, but I want more of him. I want him harder faster, not holding back on each thrust like I may break beneath him.

My legs wrap around his hips, urging him into me. He nips at my jaw, his breathing strained.

"Ayah." He says it against my skin, a warning.

I curl my fingers into his hair, tugging a little. It coaxes a growl from him, his own fingers digging into my hips, holding me still as he drives into me steadily.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't."

He pulls back from me, dark hair a mess around his face. His skin glistens with the lightest layer of sweat, the sight enough to send me over the edge.

The smile he gives me is vicious. "You asked for it."

He pulls out, and when he presses back into me again, it's a little harder than before. It jerks my body up the bed a little, his hands on my waist being all that anchors me back onto him.

He sets a stronger, faster rhythm. I groan at the feeling of him, at the overwhelming pleasure I'm immediately confronted with. He pulls me back to meet each thrust, his hand touching my clit again, driving me close to the edge.

"That's it, look at you," he murmurs, suddenly the picture of perfectly controlled while I come apart beneath him. "Cum on my cock Ayah. Show me who you belong to."

The pleasure has built up so fast, there is no escaping it. It sends me straight over the edge into perfect oblivion, the sound of his name catching in my throat.

He fucks me through it, dragging out the sensation as euphoria rolls through my body in relentless waves.

Once I've come down, Zaon slows to a gradual stop, gently wiping the hair from my damp face.

I blink up at him before lowering my gaze to where he's still buried inside me. "Is it over?"

"It can end here, if that is what you want," he murmurs.

He has yet to find completion himself, holding back in order to bring me to the edge over and over. It sends a thrill down my spine, leaving me wanting once again.

I press back into him. "No...I...I want more."

His eyes are dark, almost feral. "Yeah?"

Knowing I have him like this, as desperate for me as I am for him, gives me a head rush. He has given me a piece of him I will cherish forever, regardless of where our relationship ends up.

"Don't stop." My voice sounds foreign, belonging to a woman who is so sure of what she wants, putting everything to the side for this moment.

He claims my mouth again, pulling out to press back into more urgently this time. I moan into his mouth, clinging to the muscles of his back, feeling them flex with each movement.

I never want this to end. I never want to not be feeling this. I can understand now, why this is such a beloved act, why I've been anticipating it so much.

The rhythm he sets is harder than before, steadier. I can feel him holding back still, but I can't form the words to beg for more.

His hands take my thighs from where they are braced around his hips, pressing them back. It forces him deeper, a choked, barely audible sound tumbling past my lips as he kisses me.

"Good girl, you're taking me so well." His praise melts into my tight gasps for breath, the space between us non-existent.

As I feel another orgasm building, I can feel something more forbidden building alongside it.

Connection...real, tangible connection.

He pulls back enough for our gazes to meet, and suddenly, before I can pull in a breath, I'm tumbling over the edge into ecstasy. All before his hand can reach my center to stimulate me.

His thrusts suddenly become less controlled, moving faster into me until I feel him come apart above me, inside of me. He holds the side of my face with one hand, expression contorted with lust as his climax overcomes him.

As my own euphoria claims me, I can only think about how beautiful he is, and how grateful I am that he was the one I chose for this.

He stills completely, letting my legs fall limp around him.

We stay just like that for a moment, staring at each other, calming our rapid breathing.

"How—"

"That was amazing," I assure him softly.

His answer smile is relieved. He gently pulls out, watching my face to be sure I don't wince. He kisses me once more on the forehead then stands to fetch a cloth.

When he returns, he dutifully cleans me between the legs while I watch, him beneath hooded lids.

He glances up at me. "Feel different?"

"Not at all," I muse.

He stands, discarding of the cloth before he lays down next to me in bed. We are still and quiet for a moment, looking up at the ceiling, playing the last hour over in our heads.

"Regret anything?"

I look at him, biting hard on my lower lip to dim my smile. "No, that was...really good."

I will cherish this moment for the rest of my life. He made it good for me, treating me kindly, prioritizing my pleasure. I couldn't have wanted anything more.

Except maybe, love.

But not just love for anyone, love for...I close off that thought quickly, shoving it away.

"I'm glad I could make your first time enjoyable." He reaches out to brush a lock of hair from my face as I turn on my side. I don't care at all that I'm naked before him. After what we just did, how could I?

"I can't wait to do it again." I run my fingertip along a thread of the duvet.

Zaon frowns, overcome by a dark thought.

"Whoever you chose will be a lucky man," he breathes, sounding distant. "Perhaps your husband."

My stomach twists hearing what I've been ignoring all night. He is right, even though it hurts to hear. What transpired between us cannot happen again, and he is being kind enough to ensure I know that now rather than to have me strung along endlessly.

"Yes...right."

"I think you should select once we return. The sooner the better." He sounds displeased.

I sigh. "I will."

"We can't do this again."

"I know..."

In his own way, he's preserving my feelings. I agreed that this was just sex, and I feel certain I can handle it. Despite any connection we may have, I must remind myself that our arrangement shall end, and I shall be granted my freedom.

Then, I won't ever turn back. I won't let myself.

"Raven will kill you if she learns this has happened. I won't risk your life again." A shiver rolls across his skin at the thought.

I narrow my eyes, nudging his side. "Maybe I don't want to have sex with you again anyway."

He grins, brows raising.

Suddenly he is standing from bed, holding his hand out to me. "Bathe with me, sweet Ayah. Then let me hold you as we sleep."

I nod, sliding my hand into his.

In other words, we can return to reality in the morning.