Page 11 of Fall of the Alpha

Alek

The Alpha’s fingers wrapped around Alek’s hips as he plunged into Alek. Each time he pulled away, he dragged Alek partially with him, tugging painfully at the knot that was embedded inside Bella. It hurt, but it felt so good, too. Then the Wolf would thrust in, rocking him deeper into the wet haven of Bella’s pussy, relieving the pressure on his knot, and another pulse of fluid would spurt to fill her.

It was awful.

It was wonderful.

It was as if he was fucking both of them at once, Alek’s cock a mere extension of the Wolf’s depraved machinations.

Taking any pleasure in this felt so wrong, yet he could feel his ecstasy growing higher and higher deep within him, the like of which he’d never felt before. A culmination that would bury any past experiences because none of them would ever compare to what it felt like to be fully satiated.

The pain and pleasure were almost shocking in their intensity. The Wolf’s thrusts came harder and faster as Alek submitted to him, adjusting to the intrusion, to the new demands and heights of pleasure his body could now takehim to. Beneath him, Bella’s hips were moving, rubbing herself against him, her pussy clamping down and milking his knot as if she was afraid it would be taken away from her.

It was wrong and yet so right. He shouted in despair and ecstasy as his knot swelled even larger, just as the Wolf’s knot pushed into him from behind. The pain of being forcibly stretched was nothing compared to the maelstrom of pleasure that swirled around him, drowning him in its excess as searing liquid filled him.

There was nothing like it in the world, nothing in his experiences that could have prepared him for the tumult, the assault on his senses. He was complete in the fullest sense of the word, every part of him afire, every part of him satiated.

Even as he slumped over Bella, panting for breath, even as he vowed to fight the Wolf to the last… in his heart of hearts, he already knew—there was no going back.

9

THE OMEGA & THE SIGMA AWAKEN

Bella

Something was wrong.

Bella awoke with a start and the knowledge she was not in her own bed. She also wasn’t alone.

She jerked upright, looking around wildly and clutching the bedding to her chest. The bed was huge, large enough to fit multiple people, and filled most of the room. The other occupant was Alek, laid out on his stomach on the other side of the bed, his eyes still closed.

She gulped as her memories came crashing back into her, staring at his face. He’d… they’d… and then…

When she pressed her thighs together, she could feel the ache between them, partly from post-coital soreness and partly from the faint need still throbbing there. Her body had betrayed her in every way.

Omega. I’m an Omega. And Alek is a Sigma.

That’s what the Wolf had said, though she didn’t know what that meant. She’d never heard of a Sigma, and she was coming to realize what Zone One taught about Alphas and Omegas was seriously lacking. She hadn’t known they had waysof counteracting the suppressors. She hadn’t thought that was possible.

She wasn’t even sure her father knew. If he did, he would have never allowed her to come into the Territories.

Whenever the Zones had taught about the Omegas being overcome with hormones and raped to death, they hadn’t included the fact the Omega wouldn’t care. They hadn’t included the fact it would be so painfulnotto copulate that she would beg for it. And they certainly hadn’t included the fact Alphas could control themselves.

The Wolf hadn’t been the only Alpha in the room. There had been many. She’d been able to scent them through the haze of her own need. Their desire. Their want.

But they’d all held themselves back and done nothing but watch.

“Bella?” Alek asked thickly, blinking as he pushed himself upright.

“Um, hi.” She had no idea what to say to him. “How are you feeling?”

Because he’d been through just as much as her. A flash of the Wolf looking over Alek’s shoulder at her while he plunged into Alek flickered through her mind. Unwelcome heat slid through her at the memory, and she glanced away from Alek. Not that he could read her mind, but the guilt that filled her at her body’s reaction made it hard to look at him.

“I… I don’t know. You?” His tone was tentative.

She curled in on herself.

“I don’t know either.”

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