Page 20 of Despair

He grabbed my hands and yanked on the cuffs trapping my wrists, but they were enforced with steel and didn’t give.

“Don’t,” I said when one of the cuts on his torso began bleeding again from the effort.

He didn’t obey, clearly angry with the state of what he considered his female.

“Zach,” I whispered. “Stop. I’m okay.” Hesitantly, following the pull of the tether in my chest, I leaned in and rested my cheek against his chest, allowing the closeness between us to settle the agitated male—and, after a little while of listening to the drum of his heart, my own frayed nerves.

He’d saved me. Again. Right then, I didn’t care about our audience, or the passed out alphas scattered on the floor. I just cared that he was there, big, strong, and warm, protecting me.

“Thank you,” I murmured against his thick chest.

Zach made a rumbling noise in response, and something in the rough tone made my abdomen clench.

“Oh.”I pulled back, realizing too late what he’d take my touch as.

The big alpha grabbed me by the nape and pulled me back in, bending his own head to the side of my face, nostrils flaring to take in my drug-enhanced scent. It seemed my attempt at calming him had worked far too well, letting his attentions shift. And rapidly so, based on the hardness that swelled between us.

I swallowed at the feel of it as the alpha drew his nose up the length of my neck, nibbling on my claiming mark. Tendrils of sensation went straight from his teeth to my nipples and clit, and I moaned. Everything about him, from his touch to his sounds to his scent, made the bond behind my ribs hum with excitement and slickness drip from my sex. Despite my reluctance for what he clearly had in mind, and the trauma we’d just been through, my body was preparing for him.

He maneuvered behind me, large hands brushing along my sides. He was gentler than the feral alphas who’d tried to rape me, even though the strength in his grip was unmistakable and his intentions the same.

It made it so much easier to remember the promise I’d made only moments earlier.

He’d saved me. And I wasn’t going to resist him again.

When he grabbed my thighs to spread them wide, I leaned forward until I could rest my torso against the wall, surrendering my pussy to him.

Zach growled, pleased with my submission, and dragged his thumbs up along my lower lips, exposing my pink tunnel.

He didn’t touch my clit this time, and I bit my lip when he pushed his cock head against my opening, clutching my hands in the shackles to steel myself for what I knew was coming. My head swam with drug-fueled hormones, heating my body, softening it for penetration, but I knew from experience that this was going tohurt.

As if he knew my thoughts, the alpha wrapped an arm around me, pulling my torso back so I could rest my head against his chest. It also pushed out my ass, opening my pelvis up and pressing my straining lips around the very tip of his cock.

I groaned at his girth catching in my opening, but the angle and my wetness made the stretch bearable.

Zach groaned with me and buried his face in my hair, his breath ghosting against my neck and sending delicious shivers down the length of my body.

And then he pushed home.

I let out a scream and rose to my tippy toes as he barreled through my tight sheath, forcing me wide with that monstrous cock, but the alpha grabbed my hips and dragged me down flat again, forcing his cock all the way to the bottom of my pussy with a grunt.

I gasped in agonized protest as I shook in his embrace, but beyond the pain of penetration… something else stirred.

When he’d had me in his cell, it had taken a long time for the first inklings of pleasure to drown out the agony of his size. This time, however… I wasn’t sure if it was the angle, the drugs… or just my body growing accustomed to his brutal penetrations, but pleasure so sharp it made my toes curl rocked through my pelvis in equal measure to the pain of being so full.

He grunted again and drew his hips back, dragging the thick shaft and hard rim of his head through my pussy much rougher than I was prepared for, only to slam his cock back in before I was ready.

“Fuck!”My pained cry rang through the room as the alpha fucked me hard and rough, making my pussy squelch lewdly for every push through my straining opening.

But through the deep burn of his ruthless stretch, hot pleasure crackled in every nerve ending, mixing reluctant moans with my pained cries.

He was so big behind me, inside of me, taking control of my body so he could force pleasure into me for every savage thrust, and I finally understood what it meant to surrender.

The second I gave into the pleasure, the ache faded to the background, still there but irrelevant. There was just him, his scent, his touch, his brute strength, and the torturous ecstasy rolling through my pelvis.

When his thrusts became shorter and sharper, Zach released my torso and grabbed my hips instead, and this time, I knew what was coming.

I braced my palms against the rough concrete wall and widened my thighs for him, taking the pounding all the way to my core, urging him to finish with mewled pleas.

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