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*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 unrema...

# 18andup# alpha# alphamale# hot# love# magic# mate# pack# paranormal

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~Ayah

I glare at Zaon from across the carriage, anger simmering below my calm exterior.

He looks out the window, admiring the passing forest. We left Nevan's mere hours ago and we haven't spoken. I'm still irritated at his reaction over me healing Nevan's father.

I understand the risk, but it's one I'm willing to take. I wish he would respect that.

"I'm tired of you underestimating me," I say, deciding I can't exist in this tension a moment longer.

His gaze sweeps over to meet mine.

He looks exhausted, his attire disheveled. It's as if his frustration has eaten away at his appearance, and for some ungodly reason, it might be the most attractive thing I've seen in a while.

The buttons of his shirt are almost completely undone to his chest. The fabric is unkempt and wrinkled, pulled loose from where it should be tucked into his waistband.

Stray ends of his raven hair brush against his lashes as he gazes at me with heavy lids. "That is not my intention. I'm only trying to keep you safe."

"It's not fair to have this magic and not do something meaningful with it," I insist.

"You are not a god, Ayah. It is not your duty to save every sick soul," he mutters, shaking his head.

My stomach tightens. He may have hardened himself against his emotions, but I can't. I don't regret saving Nevan's father, or finally relieving him of the pain he's been living with. I've helped two people by doing this, including Zaon's friend.

"At least I can save some." I recoil back into the seat.

His eyes are shadowed beneath his lashes. "Not at the expense of your safety."

"He won't know...he wouldn't presume."

He leans forward, the single movement seeming to fill the entire space.

"Wouldn't he?" His voice sharpens. "How do you think I learnt of you? Do you believe there weren't rumours surrounding Alpha Elex's alleged daughter and her strange powers?"

I shrug stubbornly. "No one has ever known for sure."

"You may not wear the evidence of your powers on the outside, but you are clearly remarkable, Ayah. Anyone can see that, even someone less perceptive than an Alpha." His gaze hardens. "Nevan will find out."

"He won't."

"When he does, he's going to want your power for himself. He will stop at nothing to obtain you, and who knows how he'll treat you once he has you." He leans back, looking out the window.

I study the hard lines of his face, his body coiled with tension. I irritate him to no end, but I will not apologise. Not for this.

"Will it be any better than how you treat me?" I ask.

I'm not even sure why I ask. Our agreement may bind us, giving Zaon free reign to do whatever he pleases to me, but he has been kind and attentive despite that. Maybe it's to ensure my compliance, or maybe he actually cares about me.

He stares at me, uncompromising will blazing in his eyes."I would lay down my life for you."

"For my powers. For the chance to save your sister."

He grimaces, like I pain him.

"You have no idea, Ayah," he mutters. "You marry the moment we return home."

He sounds like he's dismissing me, which only fuels my irritation.

"I know," I grit out.

"To Slate."

"No."

"To who then?"

I suck in a breath, deciding there really is only one option for me.

"Riley, your guard."

His eyes narrow, a heat blazing into them scorches my skin. The anger is has turned the air thick and barely breathable.

"Fine," he grits out.

"I'm going to live with him," I include, crossing my arms over my chest. "When I'm not healing Iris."

It's not good for Zaon and I to be around each other for prolonged periods of time. It's best I put some distance between us in any way that I can.

"Very well."

We stare each other down, only the sound of our heavy breathing filling the cabin.

He's looking at me like he hates me, like my very existence irks him. It rests in the depths of his impossibly blue eyes, that appear dark and tumultuous in the shadowy cabin.

Yet, there is something else there...something warm and forbidden that I should warn myself away from if I had any sense about me.

Because that is desire is see, nestled beneath a swarm of other emotions I can't bear to decipher.

Unfortunately, after the past few days, I don't have any sense to spare.

As if drawn by an invisible force, I wordlessly shift over toward his side of the cabin. He welcomes me, grabbing my wrists before guiding me to straddle his lap.

My knees press into the plush seat, and my head mere inches away from skimming the carriage ceiling.

While his hands hold either side of my waist, mine grab his face, angling his head so I can capture his mouth with mine.

I couldn't bear it if he spoke. I can't bear to hear his frustrations a moment longer. I want to feel them, and by the state of his arousal growing below me, he wants to take them out on me.

He immediately leans off the seat as his tongue sweeps into my mouth. His arms band around me, holding me so close I could almost fuse with him.

I can feel every hard ridge of his body against mine as I shift with ever fluid movement of him. He kisses with the entirety of him, soaking my senses, leaving no part of me neglected of the feel of him.

Desire pulses through me, setting fire to the depths of my stomach as I kiss him with enough force to knock his head back into the wall of the cabin. I dig my fingertips into the side of his face, feeling the tension in his jaw as his tongue claims my mouth.

I know where this is going, and I can't stop it. I don't want to stop it.

The fabric of my dress is bunched lewdly around my thighs, and the straps have fallen from my shoulders. Zaon's hands shift from my waist to my hips, rolling them toward him. With my entire weight braced on him, I practically feel every hard inch of his arousal against me.

His breath hitches against my lips, and I can't help but smile. I like him like this — desperate for me, needing me.

I feel the same way. I need him now. I can feel the physical absence of him between my legs like it hurts.

Parting from his kiss for a breath, I undo each button with fumbling fingers, until his shirt falls away to reveal his muscled abdomen. I reach between us to the waistband of his trousers, resolve unfurling as I feel the weight of his stare, his lids heavy, eyes dark and ruinous.

I undo the stays, tugging desperately at the waistband. Zaon's smile is wicked, sensing my frantic need for him.

"I can't wait another moment," I blurt out breathlessly.

I manage to pull his trousers down enough to release his cock. I look down at it as it rests against his stomach, my mouth watering. Somehow, it looks bigger than I remember, straining with need.

Zaon doesn't move, he only watches as I tentatively reach out to take him in my hand. The slightest crease forms between his brows, betraying his calm.

He's as hard as granite, the weight of his cock feeling heavy against my palm. I can't help but wonder if they all look this perfect, with skin so soft my hand slides easily up and down in a torturously slow movement.

While I could explore him for the rest of this carriage ride, Zaon doesn't look in the mood to be teased.

He kisses me again, burying one hand into my hair. It wraps around the strands, as effective as rope binding me. His other hand slides up my thigh until it meets the thin waistband of my underwear.

"Just one more time," he breathes against my mouth as he begins working my underwear down my thighs.

I nod deliriously. "Uh huh."

Once he releases me from his grip, I shift enough to get my underwear off completely. Zaon pulls me back close to him the moment they are gone, my breasts pressed against his heaving chest.

I go to kiss him again, but holds my chin instead. His grip is tantalisingly tight, but the intensity of his stare gives me pause.

"This can't happen again," he swears.

"It won't." I hope it does.

His mouth shifts to my neck, the soft graze of his teeth followed by a meaningful bite making me core ache with need.

"I need to feel you one last time." His voice melts in my ear, the sound deep and luxurious. "Then I'll sated. I have to be."

He doesn't sound as though he believes himself.

Once he's done tormenting my neck with bites that will leave marks, he leans back so he can look at me. Our gazes clash right as his hand slides between my thighs.

"Are you ready to take me?" He asks roughly. "You're not too sore?"

While I can still feel traces of our night together aching between my legs, I'm too drunk on anticipation to care. My desire for him may as well be choking me, it's so consuming.

"I'm ready," I insist.

Two of his fingers suddenly slide through the centre of me. His hardened expression weakens, while my eyes flutter closed from the brief instance of pleasure.

He curses under his breath. "You're soaked for me. You're more than ready for me."

Taking that as my cue, I rise onto my knees, careful not to make my head clash against the carriage ceiling. I take Zaon's cock into my hand before lowering myself down until the head of it brushes against my entrance.

Our eyes meet, just as I sink down onto him.

Gravity pulls me down to take every inch of him in one go. I gasp at the sudden feeling of fullness and the familiar bite of pain.

I grab his shoulder for support, a choked sound forcing out from my throat. Zaon's grip tightens on my hips, concern flashing across his face.

"I'm okay," I assure him breathlessly, rolling my hips in an effort to accommodate his size.

"Take as long as you need," he murmurs, thumbs rubbing soothing circles against my skin.

I force myself to look away, out the window where the world blurs by. These moments give me a glimpse into what it would be like if he was making love to me, if feelings were involved. I could imagine him being gentle and sweet before unleashing himself.

This is how I want him, though. I want pleasure and euphoria and a moment to forget.

I focus on his face again, feeling him twitch inside me. I can tell this feels so good to him it almost hurts, and while I would love to drag out his torture, I'm ready for more.

Bracing my hands against the carriage wall, I rise up off him, before sinking down again. The pain has vanished, and the feeling of him is incredible, satisfying a deep ache within me.

Zaon lets out a shuddering breath, watching me with rapt attention. I let his gaze slide over me as I shift up and down, finding a slow rhythm to start.

"Fuck, you feel otherworldly," he groans.

One of his hands lay on the small of my back, supporting me while the other pulls my straps all the way down, baring my breasts to him. I groan as he takes my left nipple into his mouth, his tongue gliding over it before he switches to the other.

I let my head fall back, overwhelmed by the sensations. Every so often the carriage undulates and his cock hits an angle inside me that prompts a desperate moan from me.

This feels good. Too good, too fast.

I'm riding him harder now, chasing a perfect high. He lets me control the speed, his stare only ever wavering when he squeezes his eyes shut, overcome with a riot of pleasure that I'm inflicting upon him.

Knowing that I have this effect on him is heady. It only makes my orgasm draw closer, so fast I have to pause before it overcomes me.

Zaon opens his eyes again while I pant, my body slick with sweat from the exertion. I clench around him, fighting off the urge to orgasm, for ending this soon when we can never do it again is too crippling to bear.

"Ready to come around my cock, are you?" Zaon asks bluntly. It almost sounds sweet, or perhaps taunting.

I shake my head. "Not yet."

He laughs softly under his breath. "That might not be up to you."

I frown, not understanding before he winds his hand back into my hair and yanks on it. My head falls back and I gasp at the subtle flash of pain that only feeds my desire. Any lingering sensation at my scalp, however, is quickly forgotten as he thrusts up into me.

My surprised squeal morphs into a moan as he thrusts again, and again. He hits so deep inside me I almost black out.

"I thought I taught you the other night..." he growls, his other hand sliding between my legs, fingers pressing against my clit. "That one orgasm doesn't have to be enough when I can give you as many as you need."

I'm unsure what sensation sends me over the edge, but I'm almost certain it's his words alone. Regardless, my entire body seizes up and my breath catches in my throat as a climax hits me.

Distantly I hear Zaon praising me while his hand in my hair holds me still, all while he continues to thrust up into me and his fingers circle my clit with maddening precision.

By the time I come to the other side of the euphoria, my entire body is weak and boneless.

Zaon releases me so I fall onto his chest. His arms wrap around me, holding me tight as I recover my breath.

I can't fathom where we are anymore, I just know I don't want this to end.

"I can't..." I pause to breathe. "Keep riding-"

"I know, my love. I'll take care of this now," he murmurs in my ear before he flips me.

My back lands on the long carriage seat, my head below the window. He looms over me, his enormous size forcing him to lean over. At least his cock is still buried inside me.

"Since my lesson last time didn't stick, we'll try again." He slides my dress up over my head, discarding it onto the other seat. "I know you want another orgasm, and this isn't going to stop until you get it."

I nod, smiling weakly.

"We fuck until you're satisfied. I don't care how long it takes." He drags his calloused palms down my breasts and along my stomach.

I never want this to end, but eventually this carriage is going to make it to our destination, and reality is going to cave in on us again.

"Now, how are you feeling? Are you ready to take me hard or shall I-"

"Hard." I don't even need to think about it. "I want to struggle to take it."

He bows his head, muttering something indecipherable under his breath. I can feel him swell inside me, making my toes curl.

"Hard it is." Suddenly he moves one of my hands to hold onto the top ridge of the seat, and the other to rest against the wall behind my head. "Brace yourself."

In my next breath, he pulls all the way out of me before thrusting back in so hard my head almost hits the wall. Lucky I push back with my hand, meeting his hips as they slam against mine.

He smiles harshly. "Still with me?"

"Don't stop," I insist. His size may be unfathomably larger than I ever thought I would have to take, but I like the stretch and I like feeling him this deep.

He leans down to claim my mouth as he pulls out and thrusts in again. This time he doesn't pause, setting a brutal pace immediately that would probably have me screaming were it not for his tongue in my mouth.

He kisses me like he fucks me — unrelenting and like he is claiming me, making me his. I fight to take the impact of his hips against mine without balking, any residual pain melting into the overwhelming pleasure.

His hand rests against the top of my head, protecting it from any chance of making impact with the wall while his other lifts my hips into each merciless thrust.

The moment he stops kissing me, his mouth comes to my ear. "I'm so fucking obsessed with you."

I moan, eyes fluttering shut as I lose myself to the sensation, and not the true meaning of his words.

The harder he drives into me, the closer I'm forced toward another orgasm. This time I don't fear it, welcome it before it crashes into me.

Zaon immediately notices the change in my body. "Let it happen."

And I do. I fall into another wave of pleasure that won't relent. He's riding me hard, all while watching every subtle shift in my expression as I moan his name into the air.

"Holy fuck," I curse. "It feels...too good."

One climax rolls into the other. Every thrust has him at the hilt as he pounds into me, every movement mind-meltingly precise.

When I look up at him, I see pleasure etched into every line of his face. Some of his hair sticks to his damp forehead, and there's a fierce need in his eyes that speaks to my own.

Suddenly he's lifting my hips with both his hands, his thrusts becoming rough and so deliriously deep I swear I feel him in my stomach. My moans are choked in my throat, and I'm suffocating so much in the pleasure I'm beginning to get what I wanted - I'm beginning to struggle to take him.

Right as I'm about to plead for mercy I don't really want, his thrusts become mindless and he groans. He seats himself as deep as he can manage before he fills me, his head bowing forward before resting on my chest.

We stay where we are for a moment, our breathing harsh as the pleasure ebbs through our bodies.

When he glances back down at me, we both break into a soft laugh.

"I didn't think sex could get better," I admit hoarsely.

With a grimace, he slowly pulls out of me, like he could stay buried inside for the rest of time and be happy.

"You did very well." He kisses my cheek, and then my forehead, the tenderness making my stomach tighten.

I rest up on my elbows. "I almost tapped out at the end there. It was intense."

He smiles wolfishly, nodding. "Don't be ashamed. You went from only a few days ago having never taken a male, to taking an Alpha using a decent bit of his strength."

My jaw slackens. "That wasn't all you've got?"

His eyes glisten. "That's not even the beginning, Ayah."

I watch as he spreads my thighs so he can carefully inspect between my legs. I can tell he's checking to make sure he didn't damage me, but I doubt he'll find a problem. It feels like I was made for him.

"I'll know for next time—"

"There won't be a next time. You know there can't be." His jaw hardens with displeasure.

"Raven wouldn't know."

"She would know." He sighs, running a hand through his messy hair. "Resisting you has been the hardest task I've endured over these past months. Continuing to do so, now that I've had a taste, is going to be near impossible. But I refuse to risk your life just because sex with you is frankly life changing."

I let his words hang in the air.

"Riley can take care of you now, okay? You've experienced sex, and now you know why to expect." He helps me sit up properly.

My shoulders sag. "I don't know if it's like that with him yet."

"It has to be." He gives me a pointed look. "I've told you not to fall in love with me."

Love...I somehow doubt I am capable of that.

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