Page 44 of The Alpha Under My Bed

Then—I drank.

The first sip tasted normal. Warm, a little sweet, like chamomile and honey. But as it slid down my throat, something changed. Something thicker, heavier, coating my tongue like syrup, like sedative.

My heart skipped—then stuttered.

My limbs went heavy, the bottle slipping from my fingers and crashing to the floor, the last of the liquid spilling in dark amber streaks across the hardwood.

No.

No, no, no?—

A thick, syrupy heat rolled through me, my body swaying.

I took a step backward.

Then another.

The walls blurred.

My knees buckled.

I hit the floor.

The ceiling tilted, and suddenly I was on my back, my breath too thick, my tongue too heavy. My lashes fluttered, black spots swallowing the edges of my vision.

I tried to reach for my phone.

Tried to scream.

Tried to?—

I woke up in a haze, my head pounding, my body heavy and languid. My arms were stretched above my head, cuffed to something—a bedpost, maybe, or a headboard. I couldn’t tell through the fog in my brain. I blinked, trying to clear my vision, and realized I was surrounded by an elaborate nest. Pillows, blankets, sheets, stuffed animals—all soft, all perfect. Fairy lights twinkled overhead, casting a warm, dreamlike glow over the space.

I was still trying to piece together how I’d ended up here when I felt it—a fullness, a pressure deep inside me. My eyes went wide. The chastity belt was still there, the plug snug inside me, holding his cum from my heat. But there was something else, something more.

An alpha.

My alpha.

He was inside me, his cock buried to the hilt in my ass. I could feel every inch of him, the stretch burning but not painful. It was intense, overwhelming, but there was a warmth to it, a rightness that made my body sing even as my mind reeled.

I tried to turn my head, to catch a glimpse of his face, but he was masked. The only thing I could see were his eyes—dark and intense, locked onto mine.

“Shh, baby,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through me. “Just feel.”

And I did. I felt the slide of his cock as he moved inside me, the way my body opened to him, welcomed him. I felt the vibrator he’d pressed against the metal of the chastity belt, the pulsing rhythm sending shockwaves of pleasure through my core. It was too much, the sensations overwhelming, and yet I couldn’t get enough.

I was slick, so slick, my arousal coating the plug, making it easier for him to slide in and out of my ass. The vibrations against the metal, against my clit, were driving me wild. Icould feel the orgasm building, a slow, inexorable wave that threatened to sweep me away.

“Please,” I whimpered, not even sure what I was begging for. More? Harder? Just... more of him.

He groaned in response, the sound raw and desperate. “I’m sorry, baby,” he gritted out, his voice strained. “I can’t be gentle.”

Without another word, he moved, his hips snapping forward, his cock plunging into me with an unforgiving force that stole the air from my lungs. It was hard—almost brutal—but it was everything I craved. A strangled cry escaped me, my body arching, straining against the restraints, my muscles tightening around him with every thrust.

He drove into me relentlessly—mercilessly—each punishing thrust pushing me closer to the edge, teasing me with the unbearable friction. The vibrator hummed against me, a constant pulse that wound me tighter and tighter, the pleasure almost unbearable as I teetered on the brink of something explosive.

“Come for me, Ellie,” he growled, his voice a dark command, and the sound of my name on his lips shattered any remaining control. The tension snapped, and I was undone.

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