Claimed By The Enemy Alpha

Breaking Point

My eyes ran down the hard lines of William's body, watching the steady rising and falling of his bare chest. The thought of how hard and warm his skin would feel against my hands, crossed my mind and my fingers twitched at my sides with the urge to reach out.

Then my gaze settled on his neck, at the veins there, and I could almost taste his blood on my tongue.

But when my eyes met his bright green ones watching me watch him, I narrowed my gaze at him and registered the words he said.

He knew.

But it didn't matter. He was not going to get anything out of me. I looked him straight in the eye, keeping my face completely still. "I don't know what you're talking about," I lied.

William hummed, almost like he expected me to lie. He slowly ran one of his extended claws from my neck down my body. It tore through my blouse and instead of pulling away, my body arched into the light touch.

I couldn't even bring myself to be mad at him for ruining my clothes. My chest heaved, eyes locked onto his lips as his tongue poked out and wet them.

"What are you playing at?" William asked.

The question flew completely over my head as William used his hand to gently push my arched body back down on the couch. His hand rested on my chest and there was this electric zap on his fingertips, hitting me every time his skin touched mine.

William ran his thumb over one of my n*****s through my lace bra, my body jerked so hard and unexpectedly that I bit my lips to keep the moan that almost slipped out at bay.

"I...uh, nothing," I said, finally answering his question.

William only hummed again. He drew his hand slowly down my body. And I watched, anticipating where he would touch next. My legs opened wider for him as I watched his hand disappear into my skirt. He pulled my panties aside and shoved two fingers inside my p***y. I grunted and squeezed his hand beside me. A small moan slipping past my lips.

"Why did you meet up with Allaston?" William asked again.

My eyes locked with his and I could only shake my head at him. William curled his fingers deep inside me, finding my sensitive spot with unerring accuracy. He hit it again and again, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure through my core.

My hips bucked against his hand without my permission, and a low whimper escaped my throat.

I did not know how he would get the answer he wanted out of me. But I went along with it anyway. It felt like forever since I last had someone touch me in this manner, and the raw intensity of it left me trembling and desperate for more even as my mind screamed to resist.

I stared into his green eyes, searching for some sign that this was affecting him the way it was destroying me. But his face was the usual mask of indifference.

When he added a third finger, I hissed through clenched teeth, my nails digging into his hand. "Why did you meet up with Allaston?" William asked for what felt like the hundredth time. But I couldn't focus. I was so lost in pleasure that I did not care to answer him at this moment as he thrust roughly in and out of me.

My brow furrowed slightly when I felt the familiar knot in my stomach building, I closed my eyes, trying to hold onto that feeling. But William added his fourth finger in roughly. The sudden stretch forced my eyes to snap open and lock on him.

"William," I called out, my voice cracking. My other hand reached down to hold his wrist, trying to stop him from pushing further. But William only tilted his head at me with that infuriating calm on his face. Then he slowly pushed his hand deeper and I felt every inch as his fingers stretched me wider, the burn spreading through my walls.

My head dropped back as my eyes rolled closed. f**k. The ceiling blurred above me, my vision swimming. I could not just give up the only solid connection I had. Allaston was my way out, the only leverage I had now. This was my ticket out of his trap. But right now, with his fingers buried inside me, I couldn't remember why that mattered anymore.

William curled his thumb against my c**t and a loud moan escaped me, echoing off the walls. My toes curled tight as he rubbed there, each circle sending jolts through my body.

The knot in my stomach built higher and higher, I let my moans slip free, no longer able to hold them back. My core squeezed around his fingers every time he tried to pull out, refusing to let go. I could feel my orgasm coming fast, a wave about to crash over me. I was almost there, but just as I was about to tip over the edge, William pulled away completely. And a whimper left my lips.

"William," I almost begged. My voice sounded so needy and unlike me. He could not leave me like this.

My p***y was aching at the loss, and my n*****s hard against my bra, brushing against the fabric with every shallow breath I took. "You cannot do this to me," I whispered as I stared up at the ceiling, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.

"Cannot do what?" William asked with the audacity to sound innocent. I could hear the smile in his voice. It made me mad but also hornier.

"You cannot leave me like this," I whispered, voice shaking as I stared at him.

William's eyes fell to my spread core and ran his finger up over my c**t again, I gasped, my entire body jerking from the sensation. He raised his head slightly to lock eyes with me. A dark glint that I had never noticed before was in his eyes. He was enjoying this.

William thrust back into me with all four fingers at once, and I felt him trying to force his thumb in too. My eyes went wide, and I rose from my position on the couch. But William's hand wrapped around my neck so fast I couldn't even fully react. He pinned me back down and his entire hand slipped fully inside me.

My toes curled until they cramped. My orgasm hit me so hard, my legs shook uncontrollably as I came undone around his hand. Gasping for air, but he didn't stop. He kept going, through the aftershocks, through the sensitivity, through the tears that started to gather at the corners of my eyes. Each thrust much harder than the last. I don't think this was about meeting Allaston anymore. This was about breaking me.

After my second orgasm it got to the point where there was no pleasure, just pain. Raw, burning pain that erased every thought except survival. I could not take it anymore. Tears pooled in my eyes from how sensitive I felt, rolling down my cheeks. "He wants to be alpha," I finally gave in.

Immediately the words left my mouth, William stopped mid thrust. "I knew that, Astrid. What else?" he asked.

"And I offered to help him." I whispered, humming as he pulled out, the sudden emptiness had me clenching around nothing. I did not even mind at the moment that I was back to square one now that William knew.

Heavy silence settled between us and I watched him watch me, unable to tell what was going through his head.

I raised my weak hands past his face, tangled them in his hair and used it to pull him down to me.

Willam let himself be pulled down until my fangs grazed his neck, his body stiffened in my hand, he quickly pulled back and let my hand fall to my side.

My breath came in heavy gasps, "Please?" I whispered.

William frowned down at me. His eyes swept over my body, taking in my trembling legs and tear-streaked face, until they met mine again. Then he leaned down and offered his neck to me.

I did not waste any more time. Both of my hands wrapped around him and I sank my fangs into his neck. Moaning as his warm, rich blood filled my mouth.