Page 25 of The Alpha Under My Bed

She whimpered in response, her hips canting up—a silent plea for more. And I was more than happy to oblige.

I pulled back slowly, then slammed back into her, setting a brutal pace that had her crying out with each thrust. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her body meeting mine thrust for thrust, her slick coating both of us—the scent of our coupling filling the room.

I could feel her walls fluttering around me, her orgasm building with each stroke of my cock. I reached between us, my fingers finding her clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves in time with my thrusts.

“Come for me, Ellie,” I demanded, my voice a low growl in her ear. “Milk my cock with that tight little pussy.”

She screamed my name, her body convulsing around me as she came, her slick flooding my cock, her muscles clenching me so tightly I saw stars.

I followed her over the edge, my own release barreling through me like a freight train. I emptied myself inside her, my knot swelling, locking us together as I filled her with my cum.

We lay there, panting, our bodies slick with sweat and cum, my knot ensuring that not a single drop would escape. I could feel her heart racing in time with mine, her body trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm.

I brushed a strand of hair away from her face, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I’ve got you, baby,” I whispered, my voice soft but firm. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And as she drifted off to sleep, her body cradling mine, I knew I would do anything for her. Anything to keep her safe—to keep her mine.

She was my world, my everything. And I would burn the world to the ground before I let anyone take her from me.

Nine

ELEANOR

Warmth clung to my skin,heavy and suffocating, but there was something else beneath it—something wrong. My body ached in a way that felt too deep, too settled, like I had been wrung out and left to dry, my limbs sluggish and uncooperative as I shifted under the blankets. But the second I moved, a sharp awareness slammed into me.

I wasn’t alone in my body.

I stilled, breath catching in my throat as I felt it—the thick, unyielding pressure sitting deep inside me. A slow roll of my hips did nothing to dislodge it, nothing to lessen the persistent stretch. It didn’t shift, didn’t ease, just held firm.

A tremor shot through me as I slid a hand beneath the blankets, my fingers moving in frantic desperation to confirm what my body was already screaming. Metal.

My breath hitched sharply.

Cold, solid steel encased my hips, snug against my skin, locked in place. I swallowed hard, pushing against it, searchingfor a seam, a clasp—anything that would release it. But there was nothing. No latch. No keyhole. No way to take it off. No way out.

A chastity belt.

I sucked in a shuddering breath, my fingers shaking as I traced the edges of the smooth, unyielding metal, hoping—praying—that I was wrong. But then my fingers slipped lower, and I felt it through the thin slit of the metal.

A silicone plug.

A solid, intrusive weight buried deep inside me, holding something in. The realization hit like a punch to the gut, my stomach twisting violently as a broken sound tore from my throat.

I wasn’t just locked up.

I was filled.

Tears burned the edges of my vision as I scrambled for my phone, knocking over the lamp in my desperation to call the police—callanyone. My fingers fumbled against the screen, swiping too fast, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I focused on the single unread message waiting for me.

Unknown Number: I don’t think you’re ready to know my identity yet, but I couldn’t wait to claim you. I’m sorry, baby. I’ll make this up to you, I swear. You will know everything about me and us soon, and when you’re ready, I promise. You’re my mate. You’re my person.

My blood ran cold.

Mate. Mine.

A sharp, uncontrollable tremor shot through me as my hand flew to my throat. My fingers brushed over tender skin, raised and swollen.

A bond mark.

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