Page 15 of Fall of the Alpha

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SUBMITTING TO THE ALPHA

Alek

The Alpha female in front of him was both intimidating and sexy as hell. Cora looked down at him where he was sitting on the couch, Aria at his side with her hand still entwined with his.

“You want… me?” Alek could hardly believe it. He was sure that Aria was both Cora and Trace’s Omega. What did she want with him?

“I want to show you everything that’s possible in the territories.” Her smile widened. “And I must admit to a certain amount of curiosity. I’ve never been with a Sigma before.”

He might have been insulted if he didn’t feel the same way about her. The curiosity rising up in him was overwhelming, as was the instinct to… submit. It was the same instinct that had made his body feel so strange when the Wolf had trapped Alek beneath him.

Beside him, Aria suddenly let go of his hand and slid away. He glanced over to see her being pulled to her feet by Trace. The big Alpha bent his head down, nuzzling her, breathing in her scent, and the low rumble of his growl filled the air. Aria moaned, arching back against him, and the sweet perfume of her arousal intensified, affecting Alek even more.

“Don’t you want to know what it’s like?” Cora asked, leaning forward and putting her hands down on either side of Alek.

He was a big male, he’d always been a big male, yet somehow, she made him feel strangely small at that moment. Not in a bad way, just… vulnerable, but without the hint of violence that the Wolf’s actions had carried.

“Yes.” The word was out of his mouth before he could think about it, before he could second-guess himself, before he could wonder what kind of madness had overtaken him. His instincts were screaming at him to submit to her, to let her have her way with him, and the fight had gone out of him.

Another moan from the side, where Aria and Trace were, but Alek didn’t get a chance to look over and see what they were doing because Cora was suddenly straddling his lap, her lips descending to his. Alek moaned as a wave of heat washed over him, through him, sending a strange sensation through his gut. It was both like and unlike when the Wolf had begun to slide into him from behind—an aching need that demanded to be eased, yet felt good, too.

His mouth opened to hers, and her tongue slid aggressively against his.

Back in the Zones, he’d always been the one initiating anything. Not just with Liana, either—with any kind of sexual encounter. His size intimidated a lot of the other Betas or aroused them, but they’d always expected him to take the lead.

For the first time, he was on the receiving end, and it made his heart race.

Well, perhaps technically not the first time, not after the Wolf, but this was completely different from that encounter.

Cora’s kiss was aggressive, but her lips were soft, her body demanding but not invading without a request. Her hands slid over his chest while his came to rest on her thighs. Her muscles were hard, lean, completely different from the soft, plush limbs of Betas in the Zones. Alek groaned as she pressed against him, rubbing her scent on him, her low humming growl reverberating through his bones and making his cock ache to be inside her.

It felt different from his erection with Bella. There was no thickening at the base, no expanding of his cock. The heightened need pulsing through him was the same, the way the rumbling growl coming from Cora made it intensify was the same… but that was it.

Taking his hands, she pulled them up to her breasts, arching her back and moaning as he obediently squeezed. A moan answered her from the side, and when Cora lifted her head, Alek looked over to see Trace and Aria watching them. Trace now had Aria bent in front of him, the bottom of her skirt flipped up so he could push into her from behind. Her arms were braced against the couch, her top pulled down to expose her breasts, which swayed beneath her as Trace thrust into her.

She cried out, and something inside Alek clenched, then his attention was wrenched back to Cora. It didn’t take her more than a few moments to get him completely naked beneath her, her hot wetness sliding down over his rigid erection.

Was it different? Yes and no.

He wasn’t sure he could define it.

Sex before Bella had always been good. Felt good. But sex with her, when his knot had formed for the first time, had been a revelation.

This felt just as good, just as revelatory, but in a completely different way.

Bella had been hot, wet, and supple, her inner muscles squeezing and clenching and massaging the knot that had formed…

Cora was hot, wet, and demanding. Alek cried out as he thrust up into her, unable to do anything else, like a deep suction was pulling him into her. He couldn’t have fought it if he’d wanted to. Buried inside her, he could feel her inner muscles clenching around him, but not the way Bella’s had with the hard, pulsing ripples.

No, Cora’s pussy hummed around him, practically vibrating, as if her muscles were working overtime in miniscule increments. While Trace was thrusting into Aria, the same way Alek had to Bella, the same way the Wolf had to Alek, Cora didn’t move that way. She didn’t ride him the way he’d expected, the way he’d experienced back in Zone One.

No, she ground herself against him, moaning and growling, her nails digging painfully into his shoulders… yet he didn’t want her to stop. His hands squeezed her breasts, then moved down around to cup her ass cheeks, thrusting up even though he was already fully buried inside her. His instincts wanted him to get deeper, and it felt like her body was pulling him in, suckling his cock and trying to pull his seed from him.

He felt as helpless as he had with the Wolf but without the shame… and he couldn’t help but wonder what it might be like to be trapped between Cora and Trace.

When Cora’s pussy clamped down so tightly, it almost felt like his dick was being strangled, Alek cried out as she pulled the cum from his balls. He emptied himself at her body’s command, shuddering as the last vestiges of his beliefs in Zone One were eradicated.

Bella

She couldn’t control herself.

She couldn’t control her cries, the way her body cramped, the way the pleasure spiraled wildly as the Wolf fucked her again. She couldn’t control the way she screamed when he forced his knot into her, the thick bulge expanding inside her, sending her on paroxysms of senseless ecstasy.

She couldn’t control the urge to pull the blankets around them, to arrange the pillows just so even as they wrecked it over and over every time the Wolf began to plow into her again.

She couldn’t control the way she mewled, purred as he thrust into her from behind, put her on top to ride him, or pounded between her open thighs while she was on her back.

She couldn’t control the way her body went seeking him, even during the brief bouts of sleep that she would fall fitfully into. Could it truly be called sleep when it was more like collapsing from exhaustion? Then she’d wake, belly growling, but not for food.

He forced food and water on her, though what she really hungered for were the fluids leaking from his cock. It tasted better, sweeter, more filling than any of the food or liquid he poured down her throat. She licked him clean of their combined juices, bringing his cock back to life every time he started to flag. Ingesting the sweet cream of their pleasure also helped keep her cramps at bay.

The incessant, agonizing cramps that could only be assuaged by more of the Alpha’s cock, more of his cum. It should have been humiliating, but she didn’t have the capacity for emotions. All she could focus on was her hunger, her need, the unrelenting desire that demanded satisfaction.

She didn’t know how long it went on… she only knew that eventually, she woke up with her stomach growling in a different way. No cramps. No throbbing demand between her legs.

Only soreness. Her thighs, her breasts, her swollen nipples, the sensitive flesh between her legs… it all felt battered and bruised. Muscled arms were wrapped around her, holding her tightly. The scent of their combined pleasure was no longer so appetizing, though it was not bad either. It just didn’t engender the same response.

And she could think. For the first time in what felt like forever, she could think.

Blinking, staring straight ahead at the fluid-stained cushion directly in front of her, Bella could only think one thing.

What have I done?