Alpha’s Obsession

Chapter One

Safira

“Arch your back more, Safira. Make it perfect.”

“Hold out your tongue, curl it around his length and don’t stop. Even if you’re tired, even if your jaw hurts, don’t stop.”

I had told myself this a thousand times.

I recited it like a daily mantra so loudly that the words echoed in my head like a plague, even now, as I made my way through the crowded club toward the VIP suite.

For a year, I had pushed myself, told myself I just needed to do better for a man who never truly wanted me. I was a puppet, performing for a man who was only keeping me for his selfish reasons, a man who was secretly fucking the same woman he had introduced to me as his cousin.

Silas—that fucking bastard!

I had trained my body for his pleasure, curated my curves like a museum exhibit, hoping that he would really see me. I convinced myself he was the best man a wolfless girl like me could land, that I just needed to hold on tighter, to be better.

But I was wrong.

Tonight, Silas threw me away like a piece of rotten trash.

I had walked into his bedroom in just the $200 lace lingerie I bought in red, his favorite color to surprise him, only to find his cousin, Tina, sitting on his face, screaming his name in delight.

The sounds still echoed in my head. “Fuck, yes, baby… don’t stop!”

Even now, as the memory flashed through my mind, I couldn’t deny the sick, tiny burst of ecstasy that moved through my body, just the way it did in that moment.

I could still remember the way my legs felt glued to the floor, watching the blissful horror of the man I loved doing everything I had ever wanted, everything he had called disgusting, to another woman.

I should have screamed. I should have smashed a vase over his head. But my body had reacted in a way it shouldn’t have—aching with hunger.

Tonight was supposed to be our night. It was supposed to be the night where I finally show him everything I’d rehearsed—the new sex position, how long I could keep my jaw open to take him, the deep, agonizing arch I’d finally mastered.

I didn’t even know which one hurt more—the fact that Silas never loved me and only used me to get his admission into Valtheris Academy, the popular werewolf academy or that he denied me of every form of sexual satisfaction, gaslighting me that I needed to do better.

Damn it… I was so stupid!

And even now, walking toward the VIP booth—a place always buzzing with men of rank and power that no one dared to mess with—I didn't know if I was being even stupider, or if this would finally be my redemption. I just needed to drown out the sound of Silas’s voice. I needed a ticket out of this loop of failure.

“Go to the VIP booth,” my friend Mae had whispered minutes ago, shoving a shot of scotch into my hand. “Pick a man. Any man. Kiss him until he’s shaking, then walk away. Just take something for yourself for once. Be reckless, Saf.”

A reckless dare, a simple game, one that was supposed to get my mind off Silas, even just for a moment.

I stood in front of the thick metal door of the VIP suite, reconsidering this reckless decision, but I couldn’t back down now, I was going to take something for myself like Mae said.

I held the belt of my coat, loosening it until it hung open to reveal the red lace lingerie beneath it. Tonight, I wasn’t the boring, wolfless dud like Silas called me. Tonight, I was going to be the most sexy woman any man had ever seen!

I took a deep breath, steadying myself as I stepped forward. I expected the heavy security guards at the door to block me, to demand an ID or a pass. But they didn’t. They only took a quick glance at me, nodded at each other and pushed the door open, as though they had been expecting me.

My brain flickered, my determination growing, it was all working well. I lifted my shoulder and squared my back as I took slow, measured steps into the suite, the cool air hitting my face instantly. The room was dim… the kind that made you think of every possible sinful act. Hell, just the dim blue light of the room made my nipples twitch against my chest, the thought of getting fucked in there reeling through my mind.

I looked around, expecting the usual buzzing, but there was only one man, seated in the shadows. I could only see his relaxed posture, one hand placed casually on the top curve of the plush sofa, the other resting on his thigh, his legs set widely apart.

My chest heaved, my fist clenching in determination, Mae’s words echoing relentlessly in my head.

I took a step forward, only to halt abruptly as the deep scent of expensive sandalwood and spicy oud filled my nose. The hair on my arms stood, my breath hitching. It was the kind of scent that gets in one’s head and make them lose every capacity for logic, the kind that pulls you in like a magnetic force and makes it difficult to say no and to resist anyone it was projecting off.

As though my legs were moving with a mind of their own, I crossed the room in just three steps, my heels clicking on the marble.

I got to him and without hesitation, I fell into his laps, hitting the hard planes of his thighs and he caught me immediately, his hand resting at the small of the back, the other settling on my waist.

The touch… soft, yet firm went straight to my head, turning off every button that helped me breathe. For a moment, I just sat there in his laps, feeling the heat radiating off his body in waves.

The relationship with Silas had left me so starved that even the slightest touch from this stranger I met barely minutes ago drove me mad with lust and uncontrolled desire.

He didn’t protest, didn’t utter a word, as though he had been waiting for me.

Finally, I crashed my lips against his, my heart thumping hard against my chest.

It was supposed to be a quick kiss, just enough to leave him hanging, but the moment my lips touched his, it felt incredibly difficult to pull back. My body melted into his instantly, every form of control I thought I had slipping through my finger, the familiar yet distant sensation of pleasure engulfing my body. One which I had missed, one which I had spent night waiting to experience again.

Gosh, I didn’t know I could feel that way from a kiss. It was a kiss that had everything I had ever wanted, soft and passionate.

I poured every ounce of my frustration, pain and hunger into the kiss, my tongue seeking his with a shameless desperation.

In that moment when I was still lost in the kiss, his hand shot down and dropped a hard smack on my ass, forcing a hunger-filled moan out of my lips.

I arched into him instinctively, my stomach knotting in bursts of pleasure, my body screaming to be claimed.

This wasn’t normal… the strong pull I felt towards this man, the way my body reacted in ways I had never experienced, immediate, consuming… it wasn’t normal.

It was like my body had been waiting for him, like the long days of starvation was just so it could lead me to this man.

Then, I forced myself to pull back, reminding myself this was just a dare, just to kiss him, nothing more. I had done it and now, it was time to run.

But I couldn’t make it to my feet.

His large hand shot out, wrapping around my waist like a vice, a gasp tearing through my lips. He hauled me back, spinning me around until my hand were pinned above my head, against the plush leather of the sofa. It was as though he already knew I was going to run.

My spine tingled with fear, my heart pounding in my chest, a stark contrast to the pleasure sizzling through my body.

I was there for a dare, just a kiss, but this man’s scent and his every touch called to something wild inside of me, something that had been buried by Silas’s complains and lies.

“No!” He growled. “I wasn’t finished with you.”

His voice. Man… his voice came in low, deep growl, yet soothing in a way I couldn’t explain. The kind of voice that sounded hard but spoke life to every dead soul within me.

I tried to speak, but he continued. “So unprofessional. I fucking paid for you and you’re not leaving until you…” he stopped and I saw his head tilt to the side. “Turn on the fucking lights!” He barked and the light came on immediately.

My breath faltered.

He was… unreal.

He was hot… so fucking hot.

If I knew he was this perfect, straight out of every woman’s ‘dream man’ imagination… I wouldn’t have ended the kiss, I would have stayed right there in his arms, stripped myself naked and asked that he touch me, claim me and do to me everything I had always wanted Silas to do.

He had a dark brown hair with faint streaks of grey woven through it, and a hypnotic shade of blue eyes, like the heart of winter itself, staring down at me with so much raw, heavy dominance that I felt a sharp, insistent throb between my legs, intense and deep.

I could tell he was a decade or more older than me, but that only made him the perfect person to strip me off any memory of Silas.

He had a sleek striped shirt hugging his chiseled body, with the first top buttons undone, revealing the solid build of his chest.

My eyes dropped lower and a loud gasp dropped from my lips.

“What th—”

The bulge between his legs was massive, a heavy weight that strained against the fabric of his trousers, the distinct, thick outline of his cock promising a ruinous kind of pleasure that made my knees instantly buckle and my pussy drench with a sudden, desperate wetness. I could tell, just how enormous he would be just by that.

Fuck, I wanted that inside of me.

When our eyes met, my breath caught in my throat, I forgot how to control myself. His gaze was intense and heavy, the kind that doesn’t just undress you but stirs up desires you didn’t even realize you had.

I knew in that moment—I wanted him. There were two paths in front of me, but only one option: I was getting fucked by this man tonight, even if it was the last thing I ever did.

“I didn’t pay for a quick playful kiss, little one.” He hissed, a low growl that vibrated through every layer of my skin. His grip tightened on my wrist. “The agency said you were the best stripper. They said you knew how to take a command. I paid for a show. I paid to see you strip, to taste those..." he moved swiftly, a hand now pinning my two hands. His other hand snaked under my shoulder, grazing over the hard, aching peak of my nipple through the red lace.

The sensation that came with that was exactly what I needed to lose every restriction and hesitation holding me back. The heat spread under my skin, rushing straight to my clit and I arched my back without thinking.

“I must say… beautiful tits,” he rasped, leaning over gently, until his tongue flicked over my nipple through the lace. I leaned into him, biting down my lips to catch the moan before it escaped.

I knew this was a mistake.

He mistook me for a professional stripper, for someone he had bought and paid for, probably because of the lace lingerie I was wearing, but I wasn’t about to miss out on the chance to get every pleasure and sexual satisfaction Silas had denied me for months. If it took being a stripper for just one night to feel alive again, then I was fucking down for it!

“And I paid to fuck you until you forget every damn man you’ve ever been with.” He added.

Oh heck!

I wanted that. More than I wanted my next breath.

This man was a stranger, a man i knew absolutely nothing about, a man I shouldn’t mess with, especially in this world of power and ranks, but I couldn’t help it, not with the way my body reacted better to the sheer essence of him being closer than Silas inside of me.

He leaned over again, his lip grazing the shell of my ears and my toes curled when I felt that thick length of his cock straining against his pants, pressing into my stomach. His hand did more than grazing my nipple, now cupping it, giving it a gentle squeeze that sent my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I could feel that familiar slickness dripping down my thigh, my pussy aching to be fucked.

He pressed a lingering kiss to the crook of my neck. “And you have just the perfect body to take me because I fuck… hard, fast and rough.”

The words sent a shiver down my spine, like warm honey sliding down my skin. My thighs parted, my hips arching up to meet that thickness between his leg, craving for any sort of friction.

There was nothing I wanted more in that moment than what he had said, to have him fill me, fuck me, hard… rough and fast. Hell, my entire body felt as though it was on fire, just by the thought of being claimed, properly, for once.

He continued to speak, but I could barely listen, my entire senses followed his hand which was now trailing up my inner thighs with agonizing slowness, leaving tingling sensation in their wake, it felt as though rush of blood pulsed and followed every movement of his hand. I was trembling, desperate, my soaked panties sticking to me like a second skin.

When his finger brushed through my slick folds in the lace, my back arched off the sofa and a moan I couldn’t hold escaped my lips.

“Look at me.” He groaned, and I was forced to meet his enthralling eyes. “You’re dripping already.” His finger hooked under the lace, pushing it aside as he trailed over my bare pussy, forcing a whimper from deep within my chest.

I leaned into his touch, parting my legs wider in shameless invitation.

I should be ashamed, irritated by how my body reacted to a man I barely knew, I should put a stop to this now. But it felt so right, it didn’t feel like I was seeing him for the first time, especially not with the way he was touching me in the right places, like he knew my body even more than I did.

His finger circled my clit gently and I freed my hand from his grip, the pleasure unmatchable. I cupped his face as I pressed my lips on his again. I could feel the couch dissolving beneath me, I was floating, above everything… above Silas, above my worries.

This man was driving me out of my goddamn senses and I loved every fucking second of it.

I didn’t even realize where my hand was until he let out a rough groan into my mouth. “Fuck yes, little one.”

Damn it… Safira!

My hand was already inside his pants, stroking and rubbing his rock-hard cock, every stroke sent my pussy pulsing with wetness. Fuck, I wanted to pull down the pants and have a taste of him right there.

He leaned in, and I desperately brought him closer to my aching pussy, unable to hold back the words.

“Fuck me.” I whispered, unable to recognize my own voice.

I was ready to lose the memory of Silas, ready to lose the title of a wolf-less dud, the wet wood he gave me.

“Please… fuck me.” I pleaded, quivering from the sensations rushing through my body.