Chapter Five

Alpha's 's POV

The night clung to her like silk, wrapping the world in a quiet haze, but within Caelin, there was a storm. His heart thundered like hooves against stone, each beat filled with need, dominance, and the terrible ache of restraint. Elara was still trembling, bent over at the railings, flushed, panting, glistening under the moonlight, the picture of obedience and temptation. She had done so well—so beautifully well—but she wasn’t finished.

Caelin's voice cut through the night like a blade.

"You will not come, Elara," he warned, every syllable heavy with control. "Not unless I allow it."

The girl moaned softly, her hands still between her legs, clinging to the command like a lifeline.

"Yes, Alpha," she whispered, her voice trembling.

But that wasn’t enough. Caelin moved, slow and deliberate, coming up behind her like a shadow with purpose. Hishand reached down, thick fingers curling over Elara's wrist.

"That’s mine now."

He drew Elara’s hand away with quiet authority, replacing it with his own. And when he touched her, it was with an unbearable gentleness that spoke of danger.

He moved with calculated rhythm—slow, teasing strokes, dragging out every whimper, then speeding up with sudden, cruel delight, only to slow again. He wanted to hear it all: every breathless gasp, every fluttering moan, every wet sound that echoed between them and fed his madness.

The slick sound of Elara's pussy responding to his touch pulled something feral from deep within him. Gods, he loved the way her body spoke. Not with words, but with that music—that obscene, holy chorus that seemed to beg for more.

Caelin bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood.

"You make the prettiest sounds, little one," he murmured. His breath was hot against Elara's ear. "Do you hear yourself? You're soaking. Absolutely ruined."

Elara's answer was a shudder.

Caelin's fingers moved faster now, precise and greedy, as though they had a mind of their own. His body buzzed with tension. The dominance in him flared brighter than ever. This wasn’t just pleasure. This was power, this was claim, this was a taste of something forbidden and utterly his.

Elara's body was shaking beneath his touch, every muscle tightening, her whimpers turning desperate.

"Alpha—please—I can't hold it," she whimpered.

Caelin leaned closer, his breath brushing Elara's damp skin.

"You will. You will hold it. Until I say."

And then, without warning, he moved lower.

His breath ghosted over Elara's lower back before she spread her gently, holding her wide with one hand. His lips lowered, and Caelin did something he never imagined he would do—his tongue found her little anus, the place no one had ever touched before.

He licked once.

And Elara shattered.

Not from climax—Caelin hadn't allowed it—but from the sheer overwhelming sensation. She shook violently, her entire body convulsing with pleasure too sharp to name.

Caelin moaned quietly against her, tasting control, tasting power, tasting her.

But he couldn’t hold out much longer himself. His breath was ragged, his thighs trembling, his pulse erratic. He forced himself to stop. He pulled his hand out slowly, savoring the way Elara whimpered at the loss.

He brought his fingers to his lips.

And licked them clean.

The taste of Elara still danced on his tongue as he straightened.

Elara, still panting, tried to rise, her hands unsteady.

"No," Caelin ordered, his voice husky but sharp. "Stay. On all fours."

Elara stilled instantly, freezing mid-motion.

Caelin stepped away from the balcony, glancing over his shoulder. "Crawl."

The word fell like a commandment.

And Elara obeyed.

She followed him on hands and knees, her breath still coming in little gasps. Caelin walked slowly, leading her back inside. The soft carpet muffled their steps, the scent of them lingering like incense in the air.

He reached the large armchair by the fireplace, the one where he often read pack reports late into the night.

Caelin sank into the chair, his expression composed but her body singing with chaos. His skin still tingled from Elara's obedience, from the taste of her, from the sounds she’d made.

He crossed his legs and tapped his trousers, a silent instruction.

Elara didn’t hesitate. She rose on her knees before her, small hands reaching up to unfasten the Alpha’s trousers.

Caelin turned his attention to the pack report open on his tablet, pretending to read. He could barely process a single word.

Elara's fingers moved with reverence, pushing up the fabric to reveal Caelin's bare skin. When his cock sprang free, her breath hitched.

"Magnificent," Elara whispered.

Caelin arched a brow, forcing himself to stay composed.

"Focus," he murmured. Whether it was to himself or the girl, he wasn't sure.

And then Elara leaned in.

Her mouth closed over Caelin’s cock ring.

The Alpha nearly dropped the tablet.

Pleasure bloomed in sharp, dizzy waves, his back arching involuntarily. His hands clutched the armrest as Elara suckled gently, then with increasing confidence.

Elara sucked the precum off his cock opening, then held the cock ring between her teeth, nibling on his cock shyly.

"Gods," Caelin whispered.

He tried to keep reading. He really did. He even scrolled.

But his eyes fluttered shut as Elara's tongue circled, her lips tugging, her breath hot against his skin. The Alpha's control was slipping, unraveling like silk beneath a blade.

His thighs clenched.

His breathing shallowed.

And then—

He couldn't take it anymore.

With a single motion, he opened his legs.

His voice was a whisper of surrender.

"Come, Elara."