“Tell me how bad it is. Scream at me to stop,” he commanded, dipping his head and sinking his teeth in again.
“No! Alpha! Please, no! Stop! You’re hurting me!” It was easy to bellow the words, the anguish in my voice genuine, not because I wasn’t enjoying it, but because I needed more, desperately, desperately, wanted more.
I thrust my hips towards him, half-ashamed of my wantonness, but also out of my mind with need. “Please!” I hissed, staring at him, willing him to keep going.
Agelius winked at me, so I wasn’t worried when he shouted, though I did flinch at the overpowering domination in his voice.
“How dare you tell me what I can and can’t do!” he raged, and I shivered a little, because his angry voice – while it wasn’t directed at me – was incredibly sexy. “I’ll teach you to disrespect an Alpha like that!”
He grinned and flipped me so my face was in the pillow. He pushed my knees up under me, exposing my ass. As he gently pulled my cheeks apart, it was the cold morning air rushing overmy hole, and totallynotembarrassment, that dragged the weird choking sound from my throat.
When I felt the wet, warm, roughness of his tongue licking my hole, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I screamed.
He kept going, licking and pushing his tongue through the tight ring, then fucking me with his tongue.
I gasped and sobbed, eyes squeezed tight. The sensations were overwhelming. In a good way. But he didn’t want me to be quiet, and as it turned out, I couldn’t have held it in if I’d wanted to. I fucking wanted to holler.
After what felt like hours but wasn’t long enough, his tongue withdrew, leaving a terrible emptiness behind. I whimpered at the loss of contact, missing the intimacy as much as the unholy sensation.
The mattress sank beside me, and face mushed sideways on the pillow, I opened my eyes. Hazel eyes gazed into mine, skin crinkling at the corners, cheeks and rosy lips glistening with my slick. He closed the distance and I felt the smear of combined slick and saliva on my face as he rubbed his cheeks over mine, marking me. His lips found mine, and tasting myself on his lips, his tongue, was strangely exciting. The kiss was long, slow, and possessive, and when he pulled away, I was giddy and out of breath, high on his alpha pheromones and my lack of oxygen. Agelius’ eyes were intense, partly hooded, almost completely black. They raked down my body, making me flush with heat as his gaze traveled over me, my back, my hips, my ass cheeks, to my wet and quivering asshole.
“Alpha,” I whispered, “I feel so empty…”
With a grunt, he pushed himself onto his knees, slid an arm under my hips and held them up. The rounded head of his cock pressed against my hole and slid past the tight sphincter with a rush.
I screamed in shock at the speed of his entry, but not from pain. I was so turned on and my body producing so much slick, that I wondered if he would even get the friction he needed to come.
The wet squelching sound of slick, as skin slapped against skin; the way his balls bounced against me with each thrust; the low guttural grunts he made each time he thrust into me; it was filthy and primal. I felt so full, with him inside me, the walls of my tunnel clasping his pulsing member tightly. I never wanted him to leave. I moaned and wailed curses and whimpered as his hips snapped, pushing me into the mattress, balls slapping against my taint.
“Alpha, oooh!” I wailed. But I obviously wasn’t loud enough because he began thrusting even harder and faster, holding my hips in place and jackhammering into me, until I was a blubbering, shrieking mess. Tears ran down my face, snot smeared the pillow, and when he pegged my prostrate, I let out the mightiest of screams. He reached around beneath me and his large hand wrapped around my weeping cock. He gave a couple of quick strokes in time with his thrusts and I came all over his hand and the mattress, as he unleashed his load inside me.
“Stop! Mercy!” I yelled, everything suddenly very sensitive.
Agelius instantly stilled, but growled loud in a voice that half the pack must have heard. “I’ll stop when I’m good and ready! I’ll fuck you for as long and hard as I want to.”
A sting on my thigh made me yelp, and I looked around to see Agelius pinching me. “Sorry” he mouthed as he did it again. Iunderstood and added some agonized sounds to my next yell. Agelius nodded approvingly as he continued to pinch my thigh, causing me to whimper. He carefully pulled out of me and turned me onto my back.
When he tweaked my still hard nipples, I let out an almighty shriek, followed by a hiccup-ing sob. Agelius frowned, tilting his head, apparently unsure if this was too much. It was, but I also didn’t want him to stop. Even though I’d already come, my whole body was vibrating and turned on, it was an overload of sensation that couldn’t go anywhere right now, I was so depleted, but I wanted to lose myself in it.
Soon I’d have to go back to my real life. But this? This was bliss.
Chapter 17
AGELIUS
The heat hit me like an oven as I followed Zarbius into the shed later that morning. My legs felt shaky and weak - that was more the exertions of the morning than the heat - however sweat beaded on my forehead and collected at the back of my neck. My armpits felt slick, the stupid shirt they’d lent me sticking to my skin. It had to be at least ten degrees hotter in here than outside, and poor Irian had spent hours in here already.
Zarbius abruptly came to a halt a couple of feet inside the door. In the center of the shed, seated as far as possible from the heat radiating from the walls, was Irian. He was stripped down to his waist, pale skin flushed a bright pink. His stringy brown hair was darkened with sweat. His breathing was labored.
“Fuck!” I muttered in Zarbius’ ear. “Those betas are fucking useless. He’ll be dead from heat exhaustion before we even get to do the trade.”
Zarbius’ frowned. “You’re not wrong.”
He swung round, looking for someone. He caught sight of a cruel-looking beta hovering near the door. It was the same guyI’d stopped from molesting Irian the previous day, and I wasn’t happy to find him lurking nearby.
“Fetch him some water, you idiot,” he snapped at the mean-faced guy, who scowled and slunk off.
“Anyone with a brain would know he needs water in this heat,” I muttered. My curls bounced angrily around my head.
