Sired to the alpha

10

I held the soft fabric of a cropped sweater up to my chest, eyeing myself in the mirror. It was cute—cream-colored, snug in the right places, and just enough to be flirty without screaming look at me.

“Try it on,” Josh urged from the bench just outside the changing rooms. His feet were propped up on a stool, his phone in hand, barely paying attention.

“I am trying it on,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“No, on your body, not over your clothes. You’re hopeless,” he teased.

“Shut up,” I muttered, snatching the sweater and heading into the changing room. The small cubicle smelled faintly of lavender cleaner, and the overhead lighting was harsh, but I ignored it, peeling off my shirt.

Sliding the sweater over my head, I adjusted it in the mirror, running my hands over the fabric. It fit better than I expected, hugging my curves just right. I smiled to myself.

Then I heard it.

A voice. Familiar, deep, commanding.

I froze, my fingers still on the hem of the sweater.

“You’re here,” Ryker’s voice echoed just outside the changing rooms.

My stomach did a flip, and my heartbeat quickened. What the hell was he doing here? I barely had time to process before Josh spoke up.

“Yeah, she’s in there,” Josh said casually. “Who’s asking?”

I cursed under my breath. That i***t.

A second later, the curtain to my changing room was ripped aside with a sharp, metallic rasp. I yelped, spinning around just as Ryker stormed in, his eyes blazing with something between anger and possession.

“What the hell are you—” My words were cut off as he grabbed me by the waist and backed me into the wall, his body flush against mine.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

“What—what are you talking about?” I stammered, my hands pressed against his chest, trying to create space.

“You.” His gaze roamed over me, lingering on the sweater. “Parading around like this, trying things on, thinking no one’s watching.”

“I wasn’t—”

“You were.” His voice was rough, his lips inches from mine. “You don’t even realize, do you? How every little thing you do drives me insane.”

My breath hitched, and for a second, I couldn’t think. The way his eyes darkened, the tension radiating off him—it was overwhelming.

“You can’t just—storm in here,” I managed, my voice trembling but defiant. “This is a changing room.”

“I don’t care.” His grip on my waist tightened, his fingers splayed across my skin as if he were staking a claim.

“You’re insane,” I said, though my voice lacked conviction.

“Maybe.” He smirked, leaning closer. “But so are you if you think I’m letting you walk around like this without making it clear who you belong to.”

“I don’t belong to anyone,” I snapped, my temper flaring.

He chuckled darkly, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, “We’ll see about that.”

My heart thundered in my chest, my breaths shallow. His closeness, his scent—everything about him was intoxicating. But I wasn’t going to let him win that easily.

I felt how hard he was as he held me in his arms unintentionally I shift and my ass presses against him he lets out a deep groan before I know it he’s letting me down and pushing up my skirt his warm hands cup my cheeks as I gasp.

“What the hell….” I mutter as his big palm comes down hard on my ass.

“Don’t speak.” He hisses out as he releases himself from his jeans so big and patterned in veins.

“Ryker we are in a mall we can’t.” I mumble as he takes his chance diving deep into my wet cunt.

“Oh it’s so big.” I moan out I can hardly take it as his member pulses in and out of me.

He pulls out switching positions so I’m bouncing on his thick c**k.

“Hold ur t**s, f**k like that.” He says as I do as he says bouncing sloppily on his shaft.

“I’m so close oh.” I moan out unable to silence myself from his peril.

His finger explored my c**t rubbing in sweet circles as I cried out cuming hard on his c**k as he stilling groaning deeply.

We just came at the same time and he just came in me.

“You can’t just go around cumming in me asshole!” I snapped as he grinned like a wicked monster.

“You’ll learn very quickly who’s in charge in this situation.

“Is that what this is a situation?” I ask putting on my top and pulling down my skirt.

“Yes kitten the best kind.”he says unlocking the door and walking out leaving me a mess with his c*m dripping out of me