One Night Stand With The Enemy Alpha

No more running mate

Everything blurred in that moment—fear, desire, shame—all melting into an overwhelming need that consumed me. My thoughts were a chaotic storm: How could I want this so badly?

This man who'd accused me, who'd raged at me... but his touch felt like salvation, like the only thing that could ease the burning ache of my heat. His hand slid down my body slowly, fingers hooking into the waistband of my skirt. He tugged it down roughly, along with my soaked panties, the fabric dragging against my overheated skin and leaving me completely bare and exposed before him.

The cool air hit my slick p***y like a shock, making me shiver violently, the contrast heightening every sensation. I felt vulnerable, humiliated, my arousal evident in the glistening wetness coating my thighs.

"Spread your legs," he commanded, his voice rough and unyielding, brooking no argument. I obeyed without thinking, my thighs parting as he pushed me back against the mattress. the edge digging into my lower back. His fingers traced my inner thigh teasingly, inching higher with maddening slowness, building the anticipation until I was whimpering.

"Slow d-down..." I begged, my voice breaking, embarrassment flooding me at how desperate I sounded.

When he finally touched my p***y, I screamed, the contact like lightning. His fingers parted my swollen folds, slick with my arousal, and he chuckled mockingly, the sound low and triumphant.

"Jesus, you're drenched, Lyra. Absolutely soaking. This little cunt's been waiting for me, hasn't it? Pulsing and dripping like a faucet, so wet and ready to be fingered like the w***e you are."

He circled my c**t first, applying light, teasing pressure that made my hips buck uncontrollably, chasing more friction. Pleasure exploded through me, wave after wave, my heat amplifying every stroke into pure ecstasy. My c**t throbbed under his touch, swollen and sensitive, each circle sending sparks up my spine.

Then he dipped lower, one finger sliding into my entrance slowly, probing, testing my tightness.

"Angh!" I moaned, my head falling back against the desk, eyes fluttering shut. He pumped it in and out deliberately, curling it upward to hit that spongy spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids. The sensation was intense, building pressure deep in my core. He added a second finger, stretching me further, his thumb pressing firmly on my c**t in perfect rhythm with his thrusts.

The fingering was detailed, deliberate—in and out with increasing speed, twisting slightly to hit new angles, scissoring his fingers to open me up wider. My walls clenched around him greedily, sucking him deeper, the wet, squelching sounds obscene in the quiet office, echoing my shame.

"Listen to that," he mocked, his fingers thrusting faster, harder, the pace relentless. "Your p***y's slurping me up like it's starving. Greedy little thing, isn't it? Scream for me, Lyra. Let me hear how much you love being finger-f****d by the alpha you tried to reject."

I did—my moans turning to high-pitched screams as he added a third finger, pounding into me with brutal precision. Pleasure built rapidly, coiling tight in my belly like a spring ready to snap. My body shook, hips grinding against his hand, chasing the release.

"That's it, c*m on my fingers, you dirty omega," he growled, his free hand pinching my n****e hard. "Show me how bad you need it. Flood my hand like the slut you are."

I shattered then, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave, ripping through every nerve. "Theron! I'm…I’m…cmmuing!"

My p***y spasmed wildly around his fingers, juices gushing out in hot spurts, coating his hand and dripping onto the desk. But he didn't stop; he fingered me through it, prolonging the pleasure until I was sobbing from overstimulation, my body twitching uncontrollably. Waves of aftershocks rolled through me, each one pulling more whimpers from my throat.

Finally, he pulled his fingers out, slick and shining with my essence, and brought them to my lips.

"Taste yourself," he ordered, his eyes locked on mine with dark intensity.

I parted my lips obediently, sucking them clean, the musky, tangy flavor of my arousal heightening the humiliation and arousal swirling inside me. It tasted of my surrender, my heat-driven need. He watched with satisfaction, then stepped back, unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness. His c**k sprang free—thick, veined, throbbing with need, the head an angry red and glistening with pre-c*m. It was huge, intimidating, longer and girthier than I'd imagined, making my mouth water despite the fear.

"On your knees," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "Wet my c**k with that pretty mouth. Show me what a good little cocksucker you are, Lyra. Make it nice and sloppy for what's coming next."

I dropped to my knees without hesitation, the soft bed biting into my skin, but I barely noticed—my heat drove me forward, craving him. I wrapped my hand around his base, stroking tentatively at first, feeling the velvety hardness under my palm. Then I leaned in, my tongue flicking out to lick the tip, tasting his salty pre-c*m. He groaned deeply, his hand fisting into my hair tightly, guiding me. "Don't tease. Suck it properly."

I opened wide, taking him in inch by inch, my lips stretching around his girth. The blowjob was messy, eager—my tongue swirling along the underside, tracing every vein as I bobbed my head, taking him deeper with each pass. I gagged slightly as he hit the back of my throat, tears springing to my eyes anew, but I pushed on, hollowing my cheeks for better suction. My hand pumped what I couldn't fit, saliva dripping down my chin in rivulets, making it slick and obscene.

"f**k, yes," he mocked, thrusting shallowly into my mouth. "Look at you, choking on my d**k like a pro. Is this what you do for that Alpha? Suck him off for cash? Or is this just for me, your true alpha?"

His words stung like whips, twisting the knife of humiliation, but they only fueled the fire, making me suck harder, more desperately.

He face-f****d me then, rough and deep, his hips snapping forward as he used my mouth like a toy. His c**k pulsed on my tongue, the taste of him filling me, overwhelming.

"Swallow it all, Lyra. Get it nice and wet for your p***y. Deeper—take it like the w***e you were born to be." I did, gagging and drooling, until he pulled out with a wet pop, hauling me to my feet roughly. He spun me around, bending me over the sheets face-down, my marked breasts pressing against the mattress.

"Time to f**k you senseless, mate." The word hit me like a thunderbolt—mates. Our scents intertwined perfectly, his alpha to my omega, like puzzle pieces finally locking. It terrified me, thrilled me, as he positioned himself behind me, the head of his c**k teasing my entrance.

He slammed into me in one brutal thrust, filling me completely, stretching my walls to their limit.

"f**k, you're tight," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips bruisingly. "This cunt was made for my c**k, squeezing me like a vice."

The f*****g was fast and rough from the start, his hips pounding into me relentlessly, each thrust hitting deep, brushing my cervix and sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.

"Take it! Scream my name!" I did, moaning and screaming incoherently as wave after wave of ecstasy built, my heat making every stroke feel like heaven and hell combined. Our bodies slapped together wetly, the primal rhythm echoing in the room, his balls smacking against my c**t with each drive.

"You're mine, Lyra. My mate. No more running, no more lies," he growled, his words dirty and possessive, punctuated by hard thrusts. "This p***y belongs to me now. I'll fill you up, knot you, breed you until you're swollen with my pups. That's what you want, isn't it? Deep down, your omega heart knows it." Pleasure crested again, multiple orgasms ripping through me one after another—intense, shattering, my p***y clenching around him rhythmically. "c*m again. Milk my c**k dry. Squeeze me until I can't hold back."

I shattered repeatedly, pleasure after pleasure crashing over me, my vision blurring with white-hot ecstasy. My screams turned hoarse, body convulsing as orgasm after orgasm wracked me.

Finally, he roared, his thrusts erratic as he spilled inside me, hot and thick ropes of c*m flooding my womb. The intensity was too much; my body, overwhelmed and spent, gave out completely.

Darkness edged in, and I passed out in his arms, utterly exhausted, my last thoughts a haze of satisfaction, fear, and the undeniable bond pulling us together.