Bonded To The Dysfunctional Alpha

Chapter 7: Submitting

Tyler’s POV

I held the phone to my ear and kept my voice even.

“Call her again,” I said, “and you’ll see something you won’t like.”

Dylan said something. I didn’t particularly care what I ended the call and set the phone down on the nightstand and turned back to Sophie.

That was a mistake because was sitting up in the bed looking at me with those eyes, wide and dark in the low light, and my gaze moved down before I could stop it, one second, just one, dropping to her chest where her bra had shifted and the fabric had pulled aside enough that I could see the curve of her breast, the soft edge of it, and something in my chest pulled tight and immediate.

Sophie looked down. Realized. Her hand came up fast to cover herself and blush rose to her face in the dark.

She stood up instantly which was also a mistake, because she was standing in nothing but her pant, the thin fabric of her panties the only thing between her and the open air of the room, and she seemed to realize it a half second after she was already upright with nowhere to go and nothing close enough to grab.

I turned around to leave because I can’t withstand watching.

I moved toward the door but I felt her hand touched me, my wolf surged forward.

I felt Sophie close and then her arms came around me from behind, her face pressing between my shoulder blades, her arms wrapping around my waist and holding on to it tightly.

Everything in me went completely still.

Something moved through my chest that I didn’t have a clean word for. Not desire, though that was there too, it was always there when she was near, inconvenient and persistent and completely immune to reason.

I reached down and removed her hands from around me. Carefully. Like I was handling something I didn’t want to break.

“Tyler.” Her voice was low. “Why do you keep doing this?”

I said nothing because I had absolutely nothing to say.

“You’re warm and then you’re gone. You’re there and then you’re not.” I could hear the frustration under the softness of her tone. “You’re confusing me. You’re genuinely confusing me and I need you to stop.”

I stood there with my back to her and my hands loose at my sides and I thought about how to explain it without explaining it. How to give her enough that she’d stop pushing without giving her the part that would make her look at me the way everyone else eventually looked at me.

I opened my mouth, but she closed the distance between us which made me shut my lips.

Her mouth found mine before I finished a single word, hungry and certain, and for exactly one second every rational thought I had lined up and ready dissolved completely.

I pulled back but she pushed forward and closed the gap again with both hands coming up to my face, her fingers against my jaw, kissing me like she’d been thinking about it and was done waiting for permission, and something in me that had been holding a very careful, very deliberate line for days simply gave. My hands found her waist.

I walked her backward. Her back met the wall and I heard the soft sound she made against my mouth and my wolf surged forward like he’d been waiting for exactly this, spinning and restless and certain in a way I had stopped letting myself be a long time ago.

I lifted her. Her legs wrapped around my waist without hesitation, locking behind my back, and I pressed her into the wall and kissed her back properly, finally, the way I had been stopping myself from doing since the pool party, since the driveway, since every moment in between where I had turned and walked away and told myself I was doing the right thing.

Her hands moved down my chest.

Slow. Deliberate. Her palms flat against me, tracing downward, and I felt every point of contact through my shirt like the fabric wasn’t there. I ran my hand up her side, the warmth of her skin under my palm, and she made a sound low in her throat that I felt in my spine.

I pulled back just enough to look at her.

Her lips were swollen. Her eyes were dark and a little dazed and she was looking at me like I was the answer to a question she hadn’t finished asking yet.

And I was hard. Completely, undeniably hard, pressed against her with nothing subtle about it, her body warm against mine, and this was the part where it should have failed. This was the part where my body had always stopped, where the dysfunction my ex had named and catalogued and eventually used as the reason she walked away from me, this was where it had always let me down.

It wasn’t failing with her and I didn’t know what to do with that.

Sophie shifted slightly against me, her hips adjusting, and I exhaled through my nose and pressed my forehead against the wall beside her head and tried to remember how to think.

She turned her face toward me. Her mouth brushed my jaw.

I still couldn’t fully believe it. Days. She had been here days and my wolf had been impossible since the first moment she stepped into my pack, and now this, my body responding like it had forgotten every reason it had stopped working, and the only variable that was different was her.

I didn't let myself overthink it any longer. The doubt that had plagued me for years vanished, replaced by a raw, primal hunger that demanded satisfaction. I slid my head down from the wall, trailing hot, wet kisses across her jawline and down to the swell of her breasts. I groaned into her skin, the sound vibrating deep in my chest, as I gripped her thighs tighter, pinning her against the wall.

I nudged her top aside and captured one of her n*****s in my mouth, sucking hard.

Sophie let out a sharp, loud moan, her head snapping back against the wall. "Oh god, Tyler... yes," she gasped, her fingers digging into my shoulders, pulling me closer, wanting more of the friction.

I moved to the other side, licking and teasing the peak until she was squirming in my arms, her hips instinctively grinding against my c**k.

The feel of her, the heat, the scent of her skin, the way she arched into me, sent a surge of adrenaline through my veins. I needed to be inside her, now.

I shifted her slightly to the side, adjusting her position so I had a clear path. I reached down, my hand sliding between us to find her p***y. She was soaking wet, her folds slick and pulsing. I slid two fingers inside her with a wet squelch, and she let out a loud, guttural groan that echoed in the room.

"Please," she whimpered, her voice strained with need. "Tyler, please f**k me."

I didn't need to be told twice. I freed myself from my pants, my c**k throbbing and fully erect, straining for her. I lined myself up and pushed forward in one heavy, decisive thrust.

"Ahhh!" Sophie screamed, her eyes fluttering shut as I buried myself deep inside her.

The sensation was overwhelming. The tightness of her walls gripping me, the heat enveloping my shaft, it was a million times better than I remembered. I felt a roar of triumph in my chest. I wasn't failing. I was f*****g her, and she was taking every inch of me.

I started to move, pulling back until I was almost out and then slamming back in with a violent force. Slap. Slap. Slap. The sound of our pelvises colliding filled the room. I f****d her hard, driving my hips forward with a rhythmic, punishing intensity that made the wall behind her shudder.

"Oh fuck... yes! Right there!" Sophie moaned loudly, her voice breaking into a series of high-pitched whimpers. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling my face back to hers so she could moan directly into my mouth.

I groaned, a low, animalistic sound, as I picked up the pace. I was losing control, the pleasure building into a crescendo. I could feel her walls pulsing around me, milking my c**k, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I gripped her ass, my fingers digging into her soft skin, and hammered into her, each thrust deeper than the last.

"You're so... big... f**k, Tyler!" she wailed, her legs shaking around my waist, her entire body vibrating with the intensity of the friction.