CAPTURED BY THE ALPHA WOLF

EPISODE THREE

My last word is being tightened around my neck by you, asshole.

In defeat, I nod slowly, mouthing the word ‘please’.

Pain rings in my ear as his hand leaves my throat and I cough, drawing in as much air as possible. Hell, that was painful. He pulls back and retreats to sit on the small wooden chair that disappears under his large frame.

“Good girl.”

There is a sensual ring to his words that makes me shift in my seat. Never has been called a good girl made me feel this way, under any circumstance. Subconsciously, my teeth grazes my bottom lip. His hands were just around my neck for seconds that stretched into minutes that felt like hours. I should be plotting to kill him and not thinking about the way he says a phrase that I only get giddy over when I come across it in erotic fiction.

“Don’t kill me,” I say like the pathetic Omega that I am. Even more pathetic is what I say next, “I’ll do whatever you want. Please, spare me.”

Mom, dad, forgive me for turning this way but I’ve gotten to death’s door and felt a fraction of the pain you felt that night, and I don’t want to go that way without taking your killers with me. So, if you’re watching over me right now, please close your eyes for a minute.

He pushes to his feet and walk towards me, each stride slow, in contrast to the speed of lightning that he used to grab my neck, and full of pride. He carries fear and tension in the wind around him like an armor and I felt it all the moment I encountered him in the woods. Exhaustion was not the only reason why I passed out.

His fingers stroke my chin tenderly down my neck before he grabs my chin and sticks his thumb in my mouth. Obediently, I pull on his thumb, suckling it, rolling my tongue around it while I hold his eyes.

“In exchange for your safety, I’ll have you whenever I want and however I want for the next three days. You’ll do everything I tell you to do and nothing more. Is that clear?”

My body tensed with a feral desire I’ve never felt before. A tingling sensation that goes round my body and stops in my middle.

I nod and he pulls out his finger from my mouth.

“I didn’t hear you.”

“Y-yes.” I pause before quickly adding, “sir.”

His tongue sweeps over his lips. “Close your eyes!” He orders.

I comply.

Maybe it’s because I think he is very handsome or the fact that he smells so f*****g good or his hands grazing the naked skin of my ankle as he unties me there or his masculine energy dominating the room, something definitely arouses me and my body keeps anticipating his next moves. My head falls back and I drag in a lungful of air when his trail my second ankle, up the skin of my leg to my knee.

He shouldn’t have made that proposal. I shouldn’t have agreed. I should stop reading erotic novels. This man is definitely not a hero and he is about to use me to his satisfaction in exchange for my safety. I hope I don’t regret this.

He unties the rope that bound my body to the chair leaving only my hands tied to the back of the chair.

I’m tempted to open my eyes and watch as he moves. Every sensitive part of my body awaits his touch. This man, this big, bad wolf was going to kill me only a moment ago and whatever reason I agreed to have s*x with him for was disguised under the strange way his hand around my throat made me feel. Now, I want it back there, with or without the claws.

There is nothing gentle about the way he parts my knees. I gasp and my eyes fly open. I catch him crouching in front of me before I close them again, afraid he will pay a blindfold on me if he sees them open. Clenching my fists. Grinding my teeth. Anticipating.

His hands crawl up my thighs, moving my dress up to my hips. My hearing may be as basic as that of humans but I catch his deep sigh when I lift my hips up so that my dress can ride up to my waist. My body stiffens as he yanks off my panties in one pull, exposing me to him.

Placing both my legs on his shoulders, he nibbles on my thigh, kissing, biting, growling as his lips moves closer to my core. My heart stumbles, my body responds with a need that wasn’t there before. Thrusting myself closer to him, soft moans escape my lips when a hot kiss presses on my folds.

His wet tongue swirls around my c******s before he sucks and licks and sucks, each move imprinting in my head. His tongue explores me, working me open, driving me wild. I feel like a prisoner to desire. His desire. I push into him as he eats me, wanting more as my body moves closer to the edge. Sensation ripples through me like a tumbling wave, robbing me of my senses – a soul-shattering orgasm. I’ve never felt anything like this before.

My gaze is fixed on nothing but the blinding light that streams from the lamp in the ceiling. I drag heavy breaths in and out of my lungs, unable to feel my body except the dull ache where my arms meet the chair down to my tied wrists. It takes a while before the high of pleasure comes down and my breathing steadies. Then I look at him.