Chapter 10

Chapter Ten

Penelope

I lost my mind somewhere along the way while he was pleasuring me. My body is bathed in sweat, my mind floating in a hazy space. I am tingling everywhere, like I'm building up to something momentous, yet there is something in the way.

That would be me. I am in the way. Specifically, my pussy that has clamped shut from the last climax and refuses to yield to the battering ram he seeks to impale me on.

My mind wars between panic and the anticipated ecstasy that might be mine if only he could breach me. I tug ineffectually at the binding. Just acknowledging my helplessness sets the heat rising in me again.

I want to come, desperately. I want his lips there again. Maybe we can leave this next step until tomorrow. Maybe if this damnable tension would only leave my body I might be better placed to receive him.

His face is a mask of determination as he slides his arm under my ass, grips, and thrusts.

A scream tears from my lips as he lodges inside, my body having no choice but to give.

His purr has a manic edge to it.

Instinctively, I try to close my legs. The chains rattle and come to an abrupt stop with my knees slightly bent. I feel consumed by him, woozy on his scent, the sound of his purr, the feeling of his huge body caging mine, his long hair falling forward.

And the thick invasion pulsing deep inside my core.

I'm a virgin. Was , I correct. Only something tells me there is more.

"Goddess, please," I say. "I cannot take this."

He tightens his arm around me and pushes deeper, tearing another squeal from my lips.

"Nearly there," he says. "You are taking this so well."

I am not taking this well… and what does he mean by nearly there?!

I find out when he thrusts once again and stills. My body twitches as every muscle in my body spasm, and my pussy quivers around him like that might push him out.

"Gods, you have a tight cunt," he says, reminding me, as if I could forget, that this is no decorous man but a barbarian.

His crude words should appall me. They do not—they excite me.

"Oh, goddess, I'm going to…." The climax side-swipes me. My inner muscles, which I thought were already locked tight, fall into sweet rhythmic waves. It is the deepest, darkest, most twisty kind of pleasure, and rips another cry from my lips.

I thrash against the bindings, needing to be free, my body spasming uncontrollably in ways that are only partially bliss.

The belt holding my wrists suddenly gives, and my hands fall limply to the bed. I wanted to move them, but now that I can, they are like lead weights.

His nose lowers to the crook of my shoulder and throat, where he sucks a gentle kiss.

Inside, I am a quivering mess, clenching and sparking around his thick girth, while his gentle kiss is at odds with his savage invasion. He is a giant above me, so much more powerful than me. I pride myself on my skills and on not being weak before any man. Yet today, Alfred teaches me what it is to be vulnerable—to be mated, to be claimed.

And I feel claimed. Utterly so.

"There, that feels better, doesn't it?" His lips trail upward until he nips the shell of my ear. The sound of his breath and purr has an otherworldly quality that takes me deeper under his spell. "Such a good girl, taking me all the way to my knot."

My pussy performs a slow deep clench as I understand what he says, what it means—that he is an alpha with a knot, and there is yet more of him outside.

He cannot mean to… Not now… Not ever… Where would it even go?

My arms finally find the strength to fling around his neck, allowing me to sink my fingers into his hair and grip. My thighs are spread open around him. I have never felt so mastered in my life.

He rocks back, adding further slack in the chain holding my ankles, allowing my knees to bend more. He captures one wrist in his huge hand and turns to press a kiss against my palm.

The tenderness of the gesture disarms me. He is still inside me, filling me thickly.

"Please move," I whisper.

His lips curl into a wicked smirk. "As my lady commands." Then he pulls out and thrusts back in.

My mouth opens on a silent scream. Newly awakened nerves flare to life. "Oh!" Pleasure tears through me as he begins to fuck me, slamming his huge cock in and out, pounding me into the fur-covered bed, grunting and growling over his prize.

"Such a perfect mate," he says. "Taking your alpha so well. We will need to do this often, lest your poor beta pussy tighten up. Constant deep fucking. Getting my cock all up inside you. I will keep you full of my cum so that you feel thoroughly claimed. It is my duty to see my mate well satisfied. My duty to give you all the cum you need. I will fill your belly as a good mate should."

His words batter at my resistance as effectively as his cock batters at my pussy. The deeper penetration hits a sensitive place deep inside, and I grunt and squeal as the achy pain battles the arousal.

My nails score his back.

He pounds into me harder, reminding me that he is no gentleman but a barbarian who enjoys the bite of my nails.

Goddess, what have I done?

I pitch straight into another climax. It feels like wildfire dancing across my skin. My entire body spasms uncontrollably, my nipples are taut and tingling as pleasure spirals out and down, deep in my core… deep into my pussy, where I fist him, determined to suck the very seed from his balls.

He slams deeply—I squeal—he throws his head back and roars. I feel him pulsing inside me, and I am lost in a maelstrom of pleasure so great I wonder if I can endure.

His hand slides between us… fumbling—he groans. Yet more cum pulses into me, filling me.

"I can't wait to knot you," he growls, holding me thoroughly pinned and trapped, both inside and out. "You will come so fucking hard."

Given I am quaking like a sapling in a storm, my body aching with the strain of holding his cock and copious cum, I cannot imagine what coming harder might be like.

I whimper.

His head lifts and pins me with a dark look, his purr dipping to a growl. "Take it."

"Umn!" I slap a hand at his shoulder, feeling him flex inside as yet more cum floods my channel. "Oh, please! There is too much."

His head lowers to my throat, and he nips against the skin there as I continue to thrash under him, beat at his shoulders, and tug on his hair. He closes his lips over my flesh and sucks. The dull achy pain rips a cry from my lips, morphing into pleasure that sets my pussy spasming all over his cock.

He groans with pleasure, and more cum bathes the entrance to my womb.

"It aches," I whine.

He only growls and sucks harder against my throat. His lips seek new territory where he sucks savagely against me again.

Every part of me is pulsing, sticky, set adrift on an endless sensual sea. My pussy spasms around him. I cry out. "Please, please, please!"

He continues his savage determination to mark up my throat, almost like he knows it will make me squeeze over him, and his cock gushes out more cum. He cups my breast, pinching over my nipple and tugging on it as his lips move to the other side of my throat.

I teeter upon the brink of madness, coming over and over. His toying with my nipple seems to make everything worse, make me all clenchy inside, and make me grunt like an animal in heat.

My belly aches—my pussy aches more. I can only endure as he leaves welts all over my throat, my collarbone, and my shoulder before bending nearly in two to mark the upper swell of my breasts; and all the while, I am stuffed with his monstrous cock, inside me, filling me, pulsing ever more seed.

He rocks back, his hand still tightly clamped around my waist, keeping me thoroughly impaled.

My hands fall limp against the bed. I look down my body to where my pussy is split around his cock. The vision of his thick, glistening flesh inside me brings yet another climax tearing through my womb.

"That's my good little beta." He flattens his palm over my belly and swipes his thumb back and forth over my swollen clit. "Milk your alpha of every drop of his cum. Such a good girl for me. You can do it. You can come for me again."

The touch is electric. I do not have the energy even to fight. His petting of my clit is making me insensible. My head thrashes from side to side. "Please, I cannot take any more."

"Just one more," he says, tone implacable. "One more."

My body is compelled by his command. The petting of the over sensitive nub is pleasure on the cusp of pain, yet I cannot deny him, and another climax rips through me.

He grinds deeper. I buck against him, feeling him fill me once more with seed.

My body sparks and twitches, clamping over his male flesh when he seeks to withdraw.

I lift my knees, trying to wrap my legs around him to keep him in, growling with displeasure when the chains bring them to an abrupt stop.

"Fuck!" he mutters gruffly, staring down between us.

My pussy has got a tight lock on him and won't let go.

He grunts, still mostly lodged inside me. "Such a naughty girl," he says, grinning. "Look at how your pussy is greedy for me."

I moan. I really am very sore and cannot work out what is wrong with me to be holding him like this.

"Imagine how good it will feel when my knot is all up inside you," he continues.

This ought to cool my wayward ardor, for I cannot imagine where the rest of him might go for him to get deep enough to knot. The achy place inside tells me he has reached my limit.

He tightens his grip and pulls out, sending a gush of cum splattering all over the furs.

I wail my protest, and my hands clamp over my poor sore pussy.

He growls and snatches my hands away, pinning my wrists to my belly in one meaty fist.

His eyes are on my pussy, his pupils so dark I fear he is about to mount me again.

"Oh, I don't like the feeling," I say. "It is all open there. I can feel it!"

His smirk is pure masculine pride. "There, I knew you would take well to rutting and be greedy for more. An alpha always knows when he has met his match. I am a lusty bastard. It makes sense that you should beg me to give you more even though your pussy is all beaten up and needs rest." He watches the cum pulsing out of me.

I think I am coming again…. I believe I have not stopped coming since he began.

"Bad little girl," he says. "Wasting my seed." He scoops up the leaking cum and, using two fingers, thrusts it back inside.

My pussy clenches weakly around his fingers.

"Gods, look at your soppy cunt," he says thickly. "All ruined and open. No wonder you are begging for my cock to fill you up again." Almost like he is proving a point, he thrusts his fingers in and out, showing me just how open I am and how easily he does this. "You are not yet fertile and not yet bred. Likely that is why you are so needy for more."

"Oh, Goddess!" I come in a dark climax as my spent muscles seek to squeeze over his fingers and fail.

"There, I have well rutted you. Filled you good," he says. "You will get used to it in time. Expect my cock to spend a lot of time inside you. I have only come once, and your pussy will assuredly need to hold a lot more." He flattens his palm over my belly and thrusts his fingers vigorously in and out. "I will relieve the pressure this once. But you will need to do better next time."

My jaw hangs slack as his thrusting fingers make the cum splatter out all over the fur. I grunt, groan, and snarl. "Oh, please… I can't… Don't stop!"

He chuckles, amused by my delirium and the confusing instructions that are babbling from my lips.

By the time he is done, I am utterly limp. My pussy is hot and achy, and every muscle on my body is sore.

I blink up at him through bleary eyes as he leans down to kiss me chastely on the lips.

"I love you," he says, his eyes holding mine, the words shocking me. "With all my heart. You are mine now, claimed, forever."

I swallow, and tears escape the corner of my eyes. I want to tell him he doesn't know me, that I do not know him, and we have barely met. And yet his words hold such honesty, and I believe him.

He brushes the tears away and kisses me once again. "I know you are disappointed I have not bred you. Rest assured, I shall take on the duty enthusiastically. Likely you will get very lusty as you become fertile, will be presenting your pussy for ravishment, and using all your wiles to entice me to fuck whether your cunt is sore or not. I will take good care of you and tend your soreness between rutting you so you can better endure."

My pussy clenches savagely over the fingers he has kept lodged in there.

He chuckles. "Fuck. I am a lucky bastard."

There is no other explanation. He has infected me with his alpha musk. I see all he says playing out before me like the most salacious of plays, and one in which I have the starring role.

In a moment of startling clarity, I understand that an alpha is an entirely different breed.