Page 70 of The Alpha Under My Bed

A whimper escaped her when I pulled out, a slick, obscene sound accompanying the loss. Her thighs trembled, her body already missing the stretch.

She didn’t move, her cheek still pressed to the sheets, her breath coming in shallow, shaky gasps.

I reached for the plug—already slick, already perfect for sealing her up.

She flinched when she felt the cool silicone press against her entrance, her legs twitching like she wanted to close them?—

But she couldn’t.

Not when I held her open.

Not when she was too weak to fight it.

“Shh,” I soothed, running my fingers along her spine, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck. Her body jerked when I slid the plug inside, a small, desperate whimper escaping her throat.

“Still so sensitive,” I murmured, twisting the plug just enough to make her shudder.

She whimpered, her fingers gripping the sheets.

My cock twitched.

I almost wanted to fuck it into her, force her through another orgasm just to watch her break again?—

But not yet.

Not yet.

Instead, I reached for the chastity belt, lifting it off the sheets, the cold metal glinting in the dim light.

She tensed—the way her body locked up, the way her breath hitched, the way her fingers curled tighter into the blankets.

A reaction she couldn’t hide.

A sign that some part of her knew what was happening—even if she didn’t want to accept it. Even if she was too blissed out to fight.

“You’ll thank me for this later,” I murmured, my voice thick with satisfaction as I pressed the belt back into place.

A soft sob slipped past her lips—barely a sound, but I heard it.

Felt it.

She was breaking.

Frustrated. Desperate. Aching.

And I was going to keep her that way.

With a soft click, I locked the belt back around her waist, securing her, owning her all over again. She shuddered beneath me—completely ruined, completely wrecked.

My good little omega.

My mate.

Mine.

Nineteen

MALCOLM

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