The Ultimate Alpha’s Disgraced Mate

f**k me

Vekra

When his lips meet mine, my world stops.

His lips move over mine possessively, claiming every inch. His tongue dips into my mouth and I moan and melt against him. He caresses my tongue and I gasp. He angles my face, doing wicked things with his tongue that make my body burn.

My hands are everywhere, feeling the taut bulges of his muscles, delighting in the raw strength in his body.

He grips me to him, his swollen c**k pushing against me and setting my senses on fire. I gasp when he finally pulls back.

“Come with me.” He says, an offer.

I lick my lips, tasting him on my tongue and I nod.

“Okay.”

He takes my hand and leads me deeper into the darkness while my friends watch frightfully from the side.

“I’m okay.” I mouth to them.

Maybe I’m not. Something about the danger surrounding this man makes me think I’ll regret tonight. And that makes me yearn for him more.

“Some men would make conversation first.” I say when he shuts the door behind us. “Try to get me more comfortable.”

He stands at the door and crosses his arms in front of himself. I’m not deceived by the relaxed stance. If I make one wrong move, he will easily rip my throat out.

“If you’re looking for someone to soften and woo you, you’re looking at the wrong man.”

My brows c**k and I strut to stand in front of him. He looks down at me with unsuppressed lust and I shiver.

“Then what type of man are you?” I ask him, breathless.

“I f**k. Hard.”

Shivers race down my arms again. I grip the bottom of my top, and holding his eye, I pull it over my head. His scent intensifies, becoming complex and from behind those dark eyes, I’m not sure what looks back at me, man or wolf. I finally found him, the man that can handle me.

He pushes off the wall and crowds my space. His thumb glides over my collarbone and traces a line to the crest of my breast and gooseflesh follow the line. He goes lower, swiping a thumb over one pebbled n****e and I moan, catching my lip. He smirks.

“With me, you don’t have to hold yourself back.” He says.

And then he is lifting me into the air.

A hot frenzy follows the press of his lips, the touch of his hands. I am touching him everywhere, trying to get as much of him as I can, as if I live on borrowed minutes. He sucks at my neck and soft moans fill the room, mine. His c**k pushes insistently against me and I rock into him.

He lowers me onto the bed, reaching behind me to unhook my bra.

“Goddess.” He whispers, staring at my breasts.

My back arches when he runs a hand over it and I moan wantonly, pushing my breast into his hand.

“You are even more beautiful than I imagined.” He says, lowering his mouth to take one pebbled tip in his hot mouth. I cry out, gripping his hair.

“So sensitive.” He says and cups the mound, pulling on the n****e and running his tongue over it. I see stars.

“I want to hear your moans when I push my c**k into you.” I cry out again and grind against him.

He pulls my zipper down and I hurry to kick off my jeans. With a flick of his wrist, my panties rip and he plunges a finger into my slick wetness.

I gasp, gripping the sheets in my fist as my head falls back.

“So tight. You are not ready for my cock.”

“I am.” I cry.

He thrusts the finger again and I moan and fall back, my thighs falling open as my p***y squeezes him tight. He pushes two fingers next, curving one in a way that has me bucking off the bed with a scream. He pulls a n****e into his mouth as he thrusts again and my hips rise to meet him, craving more.

He pulls back suddenly and I watch him lick his fingers with relish. It is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I am completely naked where he is clothed and it makes me feel vulnerable and at his mercy. As if he can feel my thoughts, he pulls his shirt off, revealing a ripped expanse of chest. I practically drool, resisting yanking him down to explore those ridges. My p***y clenches in want and I sit up to yank off his belt. I crave his kiss, his touch, his c**k. When he stands naked before me, I gape.

His c**k is three times as huge as I imagined it would be, swollen and beaded with precum. My mouth waters and my p***y clenches again, even as I recoil in fear of forcing that thing to fit in me. He grips my hair and turns my face to his.

“I wanted to prepare you, make sure you are ready to take my c**k but if I don’t f**k you in the next minute, I will go mad.” He says.

My desire wins over the fear.

“Then f**k me.” I tell him.

He grips my ankle and pulls me down suddenly. I yell and my heart hammers in my chest as he lowers himself to the bed.

“Take a deep breath.” He commands. I obey and he plunges into me, to the hilt.

I scream. There is a sharp pain and I bite my lip to keep from crying out any further.

He tenses above me, his muscles straining as he takes my lips in his. The tip of his tongue dips into my mouth, tasting me, claiming me and I moan and welcome him, meeting each thrust of his tongue with mine.

It stops hurting, my body adjusting to his size and I am shocked at the hunger that burns in my belly and takes over my body. I move under him, eager for more.

As if he has been waiting for the signal, he grips my hands and pushes them above my head, holding me prisoner there as he pulls out and thrusts into me again, to the hilt.

I scream, this time with pleasure and grip his hands, intertwining our fingers. He growls into my neck, sucking at that f*****g spot and he pulls out and slams into me again. I writhe beneath him, more alive than I’ve ever been. The pleasure surges, crashing over my head in a wave I cannot ride. I sink my teeth into his shoulder and he growls. He pulls out and his hips piston into mine, his c**k pushing into me unapologetically.

“Fuck.” I gasp. “f**k. f**k. Fuck.”

I’m done for. I know it, even before he growls and pins my hips down with a huge hand, his c**k a deadly piston slamming into me again and again. I know it, even before the pleasure crystallises into a razor’s edge, tightening my toes and my belly and the walls of my p***y. I sink my teeth into him to muffle my screams as I shatter into a million jagged pieces on his c**k and I f*****g know it. This man just ruined me. No one will ever come close again.

I lay there, gasping for breath beside him, my body still tingling, unable to focus.

My radar pings suddenly, a warning of danger and I open my eyes to see those dark eyes fixed on me. My c****x high wears off prematurely and I eye him warily, but I’m still not ready when his hand grips my throat and he slams me into the wall.

I wheeze, clutching his arm, my legs hanging off the ground.

“Wh-what..” I gasp out.

He releases me just as suddenly and I retch on the floor, choking.

...

Alpha Zaden

“Who sent you?” I ask her, watching her coldly as she chokes and coughs on the floor.

“What the f**k?” She yells, her colour finally returning.

“I hate repeating myself. Who the f**k sent you, woman?” I ask her, taking a step forward as she instinctively takes one back and scrambles up, chest heaving.

Even now, when I’m sure she is no ordinary creature, her chest heaves, those full breasts heaving and my c**k fills with even more blood. I want to drag her down and f**k her again, and again. I did not think it is possible but I want to f**k her twice as much as I did before I f****d her. My c**k aches, full and throbbing. My wolf is going crazy with her scent and I’m trying to focus but all I can think about is being buried deep inside her. I crave her. And that makes me angry, furious even. This has never happened to me before, I am always in control of who I f**k, and I don’t f**k a woman twice.

The only explanation is that I’m under a spell. She was sent, to distract me on a night that I needed my focus, and I need her to undo the goddamn spell.

“Take it back.” I say and she stares at me, her eyes spitting fire even as her scent betrays her fear. “Whatever you did, undo it before I rip your throat out.”

“What?” She says and laughs. “You f**k me and then you threaten to kill me? Nice one, Goddess. Trust me to give my virginity to the biggest asshole in Folkland.”

Her words hit me like a punch, and I stagger a step back from her.

“What did you just say?” I whisper, not wanting to believe I heard her right.

She faces me, her eyes filled with hurt and accusation that she tries to cover.

“I gave you my virginity.” She says, folding her in front of her as if to ward me off.

I heard her right. I look at the bed, at the single drop of blood on the sheets and I know she does not lie.

‘Mine.’ My wolf roars, delighted.

‘Shut the f**k up.’ I snarl.

I’ve never f****d a virgin. I don’t f**k virgins. I’ve stayed away from them for years, only to end up in a bed with her. I was so rough...

“I see you’re just delighted to hear that.” She says, aiming for sarcasm but her tone is stilted and her voice is hurt. “How about you and I just go on our random ways and pretend this night never happened?”

Never.

My guttural reaction shocks me. I should be revolted, she deceived me into f*****g her even though she was a virgin. But far from it, my c**k strains and pulses, and I clench my fist to stop myself from bending her over and burying myself inside her. I pull at my hair in frustration, unused to this frustrating feeling.

A knock sounds at the door and I snarl. The knocking continues, insistent.

“Stay here. You are coming with me.” I order her.

“I’d like to clean up.” She says, motioning to the bathroom. There are few stains of blood on her thigh.

I stare at it, unsure what I’m going to do with this woman.

“Sure.”

She heads to the bathroom stiffly while I stare after her ass, running a hand through my hair again. Yes, she is definitely coming with me. Until I figure out how to undo this spell, she goes nowhere.

The knocking is more insistent now, and glad to have a target for my aggression, I pull the door open, ripping it right off the hinges.

The male has one hand shoved under a human’s skirt and his tongue halfway down her throat and he jerks upright and pales when I loom over them.

“A-Alpha. I’m sorry, I didn’t know... I’ll be on my way.” He says, bowing repeatedly as he forgets the woman and hurries away. She scampers after him while I glare after them. It is a little too quiet inside.

I spin around and prowl towards the bathroom, ripping the door open to see the bathroom window flapping in the wind. The distinct lack of her scent tells me she used a cloaking spell. She vanished into thin air, leaving me with no answers and a swollen c**k, stained with her blood.