6/ Aftercare

Once he finds one, he grabs it, closing the drawer before lifting his arm to wrap behind her, meeting his other hand. He tears open the packet, pulls out the rubber circle before stepping back from her slightly, allowing him to pull his cock out of her.

Miles keeps a hold of the condom in one hand as he moves his other arm, reaching between them, a low groan rumbling through his chest as he removes the full condom from his cock. He practically throws it in the sink, grabs the other condom from his other hand before he slips his hand between them and slips the new condom on.

Miles lines his cock back up with her pussy so that as he steps closer his cock slides inside her. He moves his hand to the back of her neck, threading his fingers into her hair so that as he tightens his fingers, he could pull back her head at the same time he lifts his before he slams his lips to hers in a hungry and dominant kiss.

Knowing that she would be sore, Miles tried to take it slow, pulling his cock out until the tip was just inside before slowly pushing it back in again. He only managed to do this a couple of times before he couldn’t control himself any longer, and his thrusts soon matched the harsh hunger of his kiss.

As Miles pounded his cock deep inside her, he thought about what he was doing and realised that Isadora was the first female he had wanted to touch in any way since the passing of his mate.

The pleasure soon built into an overwhelming pressure, as his balls tighten and his cock swells, Miles releases her lips as Ransom howls his canines elongating and Miles only just manages to redirect his head, forcing him to sink them into her shoulder instead of her soft marking spot.

Isadora screams, her body tensing and then shuddering in his arms as his Alpha bite causes her body to react and her first orgasm to rip through her.

As his cock pulses, shooting his seed safely inside the condom, Isadora collapses against his shoulder, breathing heavily. Knowing that it wouldn’t have worked on her Alpha-Omega wolf, Miles digs into Ransom’s Alpha aura and command, and while Isadora is exhausted and her wolf is still under the effects of the wolfsbane, he surrounds her in his full Alpha aura mixed with his pheromones and tone, and he whispers next to her ear.

‘You will tell no one. You will do as I command. You will not fight me… You will be mine.’

Opal whimpers in Isadora’s mind; she fights the command as it washes over Isadora and tries to seep into her mind. Opal had been fighting the effects of the wolfsbane and had managed to keep her wolf mind mostly clear, though she couldn’t stop Professor Miles from taking their virginity.

However, as soon as he had hit her with his Alpha aura mixed with his pheromones and tone, she had to make a choice. She either had to protect herself from the wolfsbane or protect them both from the Alpha's command to give themselves to him without a fight.

Opal knew that this was a no-win situation for them; no matter her choice at that moment, they would, from this night on, be under his command.

With a sorrow-filled howl, Opal lets the fog of the wolfsbane she was fighting to enter her mind, which then allows the Alpha command to wrap around her and to take partial hold.

Opal knew that, being of Alpha blood, the command wouldn’t be as strong, which she worked out was why he had used the wolfsbane, though they would still be able to fight it; the Alpha command would hurt them, and her Omega side would eventually give in and obey.

Miles keeps them surrounded by his Alpha aura and pheromones until he can feel his Alpha command take hold. He then pulls his Alpha aura and pheromones back before stepping back and allowing his now semi-hard cock to slip from inside her.

He removed the condom, and as he reached for the one he threw into the sink, he noticed the smears of blood on both of them. Cursing himself, he had smelt that she was a virgin, though he couldn’t control himself once he had her in his arms.

He ties and throws the used condoms into the trash can under the sink before turning on the tap and allowing it to warm. Once the water is warm, he moves his hands to her upper arms and carefully pushes her up from leaning on his body, whispering.

‘Sit up, my little Omega…’

Isadora fights the exhaustion and straightens with his help. He then reaches over and grabs the cleaning cloth, soaks it in the water, before ringing it out. Miles then kneels down in front of her, spreading her legs a little more, allowing him to use the cloth.

As Miles carefully cleans the blood from her legs and pussy, he looks up at Isadora and whispers.

‘Did you know that there is only one thing that an Alpha will ever get on his knees for?…’

Isadora shakes her head silently, making him chuckle as he continues.

‘An Alpha will only truly kneel for his mate…’

Not really surprised by this, Isadora nods her head and feeling like a young pup again under his stare she whispers.

‘Can I go yet, Professor?’

Surprised by her soft defeated voice, Miles finishes cleaning her up, stands and helps her onto her feet and slides his hand on her cheek as he says.

‘It’s late, I will escort you to your dorm.’

He then leans down and skims his lips against hers before stepping back slightly, his eyes flick down and he notices the tear he made in her blouse and curses under his breath, moving his fingers from her cheek to her chin as he says.

‘Don’t move.’

He then steps away from her and over to the small hidden cupboard, opens it and pulls out one of his spare t-shirts throwing it over his shoulder, he then steps back in front of her, grips the bottom of her blouse as he leans next to her ear and whispers.

‘Lift your arms.’

As Isadora hesitates longer than necessary, he gets inpatient and doesn’t give her a choice but to lift her arms as he pulls the bottom of her blouse up and over her head, throwing it into the trashcan under the sink behind her. He grabs the t-shirt from his shoulder and pulls it over her head.

Once his t-shirt is in place he then steps to her side, sliding his hand onto her lower back, then her hip and leading her out of the bathroom, over to pick up her bag and then out of his office.