EPISODE 3

CATRIONA

He leaned down, brushing his lips against mine. I responded without thinking, melting into his touch. When his tongue flicked against my lips, asking for entrance, I parted them for him, letting him in. Our tongues moved in sync, exploring, learning, wanting.

I reached under his shirt, trying to lift it off, but he was too tall for me to manage.

"I’ll do it for you," he murmured, pulling the shirt over his head in one smooth motion. My fingers trailed across his chest, curious and eager.

His hands moved to the hem of my nightdress, pulling it over my head and tossing it aside. He took in the sight of me, his gaze slow and intense. It made my skin heat up in a way I’d never felt before.

"No more waiting," he said, scooping me up bridal-style and placing me gently on the bed. He hovered above me, his lips finding mine again before travelling lower—to my neck, then my collarbone, and finally to my chest. I gasped when he gently squeezed and then teased my sensitive peaks, sending a rush through my body that made me arch into him.

His mouth found my skin again, and when his lips closed around me, I let out a soft sound I couldn’t hold back.

"I'm going to take care of you," he said, eyes glinting with heat as he trailed kisses lower, across my belly. He spread my thighs, and my breath caught.

"You don't have to—" I started, shy and unsure.

"Why not?" he asked, pausing to look at me.

I hesitated. "Because... I don't think I'm beautiful down there."

He came back up, and kissed me softly. "You have no idea how wrong you are." His lips resumed their path downward, and I tensed—but then let go. My hands gripped the sheets, the pleasure, unlike anything I’d ever known.

“Don’t cover your mouth,” he whispered, pausing briefly. “This room is soundproof. Let me hear you.”

My heart pounded wildly as he continued, his mouth working skillfully. The sensation built until I was trembling beneath him, breathless. My hands tangled in his hair as I shattered with a loud cry I couldn't control.

When he pulled back, his lips were glistening. “You taste incredible,” he said with a wicked smirk. “Wanna know what you taste like?” He kissed me again, letting me feel it on his tongue. My cheeks burned, but I didn’t pull away.

“Why are you doing this?” I whispered, unsure if I was talking to him or myself.

“Why what?”

“I just... want to return the favour,” I said instead.

“Not tonight,” he murmured. “Are you ready for more?”

Still breathless, still dazed, I nodded. “Yes.”

He stood to take off his pants, and when his body was fully revealed, I stared. My nerves spiked. He was… large. And I didn’t know how he would fit.

“I’ll make it fit,” he said like he could read my mind.

“How did you know I was thinking that?” I whispered.

He just smiled.

He moved over me, positioning himself gently. I winced when he tried to push in. My body wasn’t used to this—wasn’t ready for someone his size.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said softly. “But I will stretch you, slowly.”

The pain made me flinch, my breath catching as he pushed in further.

“I think it’s not going to work,” I said, voice shaky.

“It will. Just hold on to me.”

Eventually, he managed to enter, and I cried out, overwhelmed by the mix of pain and pleasure. My eyes filled with tears.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, clearly worried.

“You’re not hurting me… but it hurts,” I said, confusing even myself.

He pulled out slowly, looking conflicted. “This is your first time. I know it’s painful now, but next time it won’t be. We’ll take it slow. You need to get used to me.”

He didn’t finish inside me. He stood up, his body still tense. “Let’s stop here. I don’t want to hurt you. It’s late—you need rest.”

“But you didn’t finish…” I said quietly.

He turned back, his face softening. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll handle it.”

“How?”

He just smiled. “Sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.” Then he disappeared into the bathroom. I closed my eyes, exhausted.

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The Next Morning

The sunlight poured into the room, warm and golden. I blinked awake, sore and wrapped in the soft sheets.

“Good morning,” his deep voice echoed from across the room. He stood at the glass window, hands in his pockets, looking out.

I sat up slowly, wincing from the soreness between my thighs.

“I prepared a hot bath,” he said. “It’ll help with the pain. When you’re done, come down for breakfast.”

He left, and I headed to the bathroom. The bathtub was huge, and as I slipped in, the hot water stung at first—but then relaxed every muscle. I felt small and warm in it, safe.

After drying off and dressing, I stepped into the elevator. In the kitchen, I heard voices from another room. Sandra greeted me and led me to a massive dining area, full of people of all ages.

“What is this place?” I whispered.

“This is where we eat breakfast and dinner,” she said. “Come on in.”

I sat, feeling every eye in the room on me.

“She’s human,” someone murmured.

The food was ready, but no one touched it.

“Why aren’t they eating?” I asked.

“We wait for the Alpha.”

“Wait? For permission?”

Before she could answer, everyone stood. I froze.

“Long live Alpha,” they said in unison.

He entered the room—jeans, black shirt, calm power in every step. He nodded, then came to sit beside me. Our arms brushed, and my heart raced.

Breakfast passed in silence. When it was over, people started leaving.

“Let’s go,” Sandra said. “The cleaning staff will be here soon.”

As we left, I asked, “Who owns this place?”

“Our Alpha,” she said. “He provides everything—bills, food, hospital costs…”

“But all of you? You’re not family.”

“He saved us from the va—” She paused. “From being homeless.”

I tilted my head. “Where does he get the money to take care of everyone?”

She opened her mouth, then froze. Her eyes widened in fear.

“Alpha…?” she whispered.

A deep voice cut in. “I’ll give you the answer.”

I turned slowly and saw Jayden, eyes dark and dangerous, watching me.