Enslaved by the Alpha

Chapter Four Pt 2: Scars

She eagerly slid her tongue into my mouth and I welcomed it, groping her sides and using my hands to guide her rocking hips. She began to moan and I tossed her back onto the cushions, crawling between her legs to hold myself over her petite body. My breasts hung low enough to shield hers, nothing except the thin material of my top separating our skin.

I broke off from her lips and moved down her neck, kissing and nipping with my fangs. She groaned, digging her nails into my arms. The scent of her blood is strong and I prepared to sink my fangs into her neck, running the tips of them along her vein.

Suddenly, I was ripped off of her by a tight grip on the back of my neck. She gasped aloud and I exhaled sharply, both of us taken by surprise.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Alpha Aston questioned angrily, tightening his already firm hold. His thumb hooked under the corner of my jaw and pressed a nerve, immediately angering me.

I was so close!

"Killing a wolf's mate is the equivalent to killing them!" I hissed. His eyes flashed orange to indicate his wolf has surfaced and he grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head to the side and plunging his canines into the skin above my collarbone.

I screeched and he pushed me into the wall, blood smeared across his lips. A werewolf's defensive bite is just one hell of an inconvenience.

Glaring at him with a side eye, I held my bleeding wound, breathing harshly. The recollection of the night I was marked replayed in my mind and Alpha Zeek's mocking voice saying "I bite back" brought unstoppable tears to my eyes.

My gaze snapped to his mate when she moved and I watched her throw herself into Alpha Aston's arms, the two of them smacking their lips and fighting with their tongues. I took slow steps away while they were distracted, hoping to escape the room.

My hope diminished feeling him snag me by the hair above my ear. "You're not going anywhere," he whispered, closing the little distance and kissing me with the same passion.

His mate moved down to her knees and kissed my exposed stomach, grabbing my shorts by the waistband, licking my left hip. I felt her bite down abruptly and threw my head back to cry out in pain.

Alpha Aston sneered and let me go, allowing his mate to take me down and pin me to the sofa. My breathing was ragged and the bites swelled, throbbed, stung, and bled unbearably. It was all I could feel.

His mate pulled off my shorts, kissing me from my stomach to my chest before coming to a stop and forcefully taking off my bralette. She sat on my pelvis and held my wrists down. I looked up at her, fighting to free my hands. She's much stronger than she appears.

My gaze then darted to the side in search of Alpha Aston, panic set in when I couldn't find him. He revealed his location when his hand reached around the side of my face and grabbed my jaw, forcing my head to the side and leaning over the arm of the couch.

His lips pressed against my ear. "I see you can't control yourself, so I guess I'll have to control you," he snarled.

He pried open my jaw and raised his half-shifted hand. His hold on my face tightened as he dug his claw into my gums and I fought to close my mouth. My eyelids clenched shut in agony, feeling the tip of his nail make contact with the root of my fang and push at it. The excruciating pain shooting through my skull made me tense up, using my tongue to push the build up of spit and blood out of my mouth.

With one loud pop, he successfully pushed my fang out from the root. I squirmed and whimpered. He moved onto the next one, leaving a gaping hole in my gums. Blood profusely gushed out, filling my mouth twice as fast.

He drilled his claw straight through and popped my second fang out effortlessly into his hand, earning a pained grunt from me. His nail got stuck because of the force he used and instead of adjusting it to slide out with the curve of his nail, he ripped it clean through my gums. I screamed once his hand exited my mouth, turning my head away before he decided to rip my tongue out for being loud.

Even though the walls are soundproof.

"You took that like a good girl," he stroked the hair on the side of my head. "And good girls deserve treats, don't they, honey?" He looked up at his mate.

She nodded. I wept, sucking up the blood in my mouth whenever it began to pool. His mate giggled and pulled me upright, kissing up and down the unscathed side of my neck.

I shoved her away and got up to run with the little fight left in me. However, Alpha Aston grabbed my arm and confined me into his unsettling, firm embrace.

"Alpha Aston, please! Please!" I begged. He ignored, bending me over the arm of the couch with my hands pinned to my back. His mate grabbed the side of my face and kissed me painfully, constantly nipping and tugging at my bloodied lips with her canines.

"So sexy," Alpha Aston purred, running his hands over my ass and sliding his fingers underneath the thong with pleased groans.

I successfully tore away from his mate only to feel his hand shoot up and wrap around my throat, reeling me into his chest. Our positions forced my back to arch in order to accommodate my trapped hands.

"I own you," he said, turning my head to his mate. She was lying with her legs spread, completely nude, playing with herself, and he forced me to watch.

He pressed my wrists harder into my back and I flinched. At the same time, he slid my thong to the side and entered me dry. The tearing sensation earned him hoarse cry from me.

He chuckled huskily. "I thought you wanted to suck her dry. She's all yours, baby."

I refused to abide and she extended arm to gloss my lips with her wet, arousal covered fingers. She sat up, moaning softly and licking her lips as if that'd change my mind. The flavor of her seeped between my lips and hit my tongue, tasting like sweet sin.

"That's so hot," Alpha Aston whimpered. Every stroke hurt more than the next and the salty taste of my tears mixed into the taste of her, merely complimenting her sweetness.

Still in refusal, I turned my head and she slapped me. My face stung and she let out a sensual laugh, returning her fingers to her c**t and reaching around me to fondle Alpha Aston's testicles. She kissed my jaw, playing with herself and him, moaning against my flesh.

He groaned, clenching my wrists to hear me wail again. The aches became dull after so long that when they reignited, the pain came back a million times worse.

Her hand lifted to my cunt and stopped to feel my lips grip onto him, rubbing the sides of his c**k as it plunged into me covered in spit.

"Oh, f**k," she moaned breathlessly, rolling her hips over her fingers at a steady pace and moving her other hand to clutch my hair for stability. Her body tightened, shook, and twitched, desperate breaths leaving her as she tugged on me. I withheld a wince, pain tightening my body.

"f**k, yeah, clench around me-oh, f**k," Alpha Aston moaned, pounding harder into me. I scrunched my face in more pain, attempting to curl into the couch to stop him from going so deep. He applied more pressure to my wrists and I cried out, instinctively arching my back to ease the pain just for him to slam his pelvis into me, plunging deeper until he hit my cervix and formed a sharp sensation in my core.

"Oh," he slowed his aggressive thrusts and shot his hot seed into me. I retched silently, feeling him stop with his pelvis on mine, his full length burrowed inside me. He pulsated, drawling moans and squeezing my hips, his legs quivering slightly.

"I never thought you'd look so hot f*****g her. The faces you make are so f*****g sexy," his mate purred, sucking the wetness from her own fingers then closing in on me, her lips meeting mine.

Just then I felt a burning sensation and jolted my head up, making her canines tear a chunk of my lip. My teeth clenched yet I endured it, patiently, and very anxiously, waiting for him to pull out and send me on my way. However, that didn't happen. Instead, he began thrusting again. His tip pulled his semen to my sore opening and the original pain magnified. I felt his warm c*m slide down my inner-thighs and tears brimmed my eyes.

His c**k slid out and he used it to spread the seed leaking from my cunt up to my ass. He slapped his erection on my c*m covered lips, lifting himself and inserting into my anal. The pain was so intense, all I could do was burst into sobs, taking his every stroke with a hoarse, desperate beg for an end.

"I can't, Alpha, please! I can't-I can't! It hurts so bad! Please! Stop it! Please!" I sobbed hysterically.

He covered my mouth, exhaling shakily in immense pleasure. His mate ran her hands over my body, sucking on my left breast before sinking her teeth into it. I choked on tears behind his palm.

The sticky, squishing sound of his balls slapping against my c*m covered cunt drove him further insane in pleasure. I continued to cry, unable to get a proper breath with his hand over half my face. His thrusts were merciless.

"Beg me to stop. I want to hear you sob," he commanded, groping the skin on my waist and extending his claws, piercing them into my side to get a reaction out of me. He bit down on my neck just below the corner of my jaw and his mate nibbled on my breast, also squeezing my waist.

"Please," I whispered hopelessly a final time in despair. He slammed his d**k into me with a yell and released his second load, trembling on top of me.

"Holy f**k," he slowly pulled out, but the pains remained the same, then he pulled his gray cargo shorts up and breathed in the scent of my neck. "That was so hot. I've never heard you sound so deflated. God, I'm going to c*m again just thinking about it," he taunted, finally releasing my wrists.

He stepped away and his mate sprung after him, overly pleased with the outcome of this situation. I fell onto the arm of the sofa and closed my eyes, curling around it, fully deadweight and exhausted.

This was the plan all along.

How foolish could I be?

This was the worst punishment yet.

My body quivered violently from the amount of strain it was just put through. Every inch of me was numb, but that did nothing for the mental distress I felt clearly.

My eyelids opened and I zoned out on the memory foam cushion inches from my face. Analyzing every microscopic threading stitched in the fabric just to distract myself. My eyes filled with water and blurred my vision, the tears dropping directly onto the cushion and leaving a dark circle in the material. I stared blankly, too pained to scrunch my face and clear the tears.

Werewolves are sick, twisted creatures made in the deepest depths of hell.

They'll rot.