A NIGHT WITH THE ALPHA

Ginne**

I stood there, my hands trembling slightly as I turned to face Alpha Varkos who was already standing in the VIP chamber. The room was too quiet, and I could feel his eyes on me.

“You’re shaking,” his voice broke the silence. Deep and steady, it filled the space like a heavy presence I couldn’t escape.

I froze, my hands still shaking as I gripped my dress. “I’m not,” I lied quickly, though my voice betrayed me. I didn’t dare look at him.

“You are,” he said again, this time softer, like he was enjoying every moment of my discomfort. I swallowed hard, “I don’t know what you mean, Alpha,” I whispered, keeping my eyes fixed on the bed in the room.

Before I could take another breath, I felt his fingers forcefully lift my chin. My body stiffened, but I couldn’t dare meet his gaze. A human slave had no right to look at a Lycan in Bleeding Rose Country without his permission—the consequences of not obeying this was death.

“But you’re acting nervous?” He said, the words rolling off his tongue in a way that made my cheeks flush.

“I’m not,” I insisted, though my voice cracked.

His lips curved into a small, knowing smile. “ I hope you know the reason I personally requested you in this chamber tonight? Huh? He asked, his thumb brushing lightly against my chin.

I took a shaky step back, breaking the contact. “I…I don’t really know, Alpha” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

His smirk deepened and he took another step toward me. “I want to fuck you.” His voice dripped lower, “As a dancer, you should be used to this by now.”

I shook my head quickly, panic rising in my chest. “Yes, I do know. I mean, that’s what I’m meant for.”

“Now, let’s get down to business, shall we?” He said, stepping closer. “I don’t have all night.”

Before I could part my lips to answer, his hand gripped my thigh and lifted it. The fabric of my dress bunched up, exposing the fine lace of my panties. I gasped, trying to move away from him, but his other hand moved to the back of my neck, holding me in place.

His mouth crashed into mine, claiming my lips with a hunger that left me breathless. Suddenly, I felt his hand slip under the elastic of my panties, his finger grazing my sensitive flesh. 

I whimpered into the kiss, trying to resist, but the sensation was too overwhelming. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth as his finger moved further, sliding inside me with ease.

I moaned in protest, the sudden intrusion causing a sharp pain as he broke the kiss, smiling wickedly. “Shhh…” he murmured, the sound sending a shiver down my spine.

He knelt, his hand still holding my leg up. “I’m going to need you to open those thighs for me,” he ordered, his tone dark and mocking all at once.

I couldn’t say a word, my breath coming in short gasps as I quickly parted my thighs for him without hesitation. I felt his thumb stroke the slickness of my vagina before moving my panties aside with a gentle tug. He kissed my inner thighs, his hot breath making me tremble. The anticipation was unbearable, my entire body quivering from the pleasure.

His mouth found my clitoris, and I gasped as his tongue swiped through my folds. The sensation wasn’t a new thing to me, but the pleasure that followed was unlike anything I had ever felt as he began to lick me with an expertise that spoke of years of practice, his tongue teasing my clit in a way that had me begging for more.

“I want you to taste yourself,” he spoke against my skin, his eyes dark and hungry as he looked up at me. I blinked, trying to comprehend why he would ask me to do such a thing. “What?” I gasped, my cheeks burning with embarrassment and something else I didn’t dare name.

He chuckled darkly, his eyes never leaving my face. “Don’t make me repeat myself,” he growled, his thumb circling my clit, sending bolts of pleasure through my body.

Standing up, he pulled me closer, his hand sliding deeper inside me. “Taste it,” he growls, holding his finger just inches from my face. My heart pounds loudly in my chest. I swallow hard, then slowly lean forward and give his finger a timid lick.

It tastes almost like nothing. Just a salty slime. But I would admit that tasting my pussy juices feels so intimate, and it sends another wave of test crashing through me. 

Suddenly, he grabs my chin, forcing me to look straight into his eyes. “When I tell you to taste yourself,” he says sharply. “You don’t just lick it. You take my fuckin finger in your mouth. All of it. Do you understand me?”

I nod quickly, voice trembling. “Yes, Alpha…”

“Good girl” he teases.

For the first time, a rush of fear sweeps through me and I stiffen. The ache between my thighs intensifies and I whimper. “We’ll do this again. I’ll fuck you with my fingers, and I want you to lick off everything. Do you understand?”

Something about the way he dominated me only made the ache worse. “Y…yes,” I nod,  slightly parting my legs and exposing my wet pussy lips to him. He smirks with that annoying look on his face.

Without another word, he slides two fingers into my soaked cunt, twisting expertly and I can’t help the loud gasp that escapes my lips.

“Oh…fuckkkk.” I moan.

He smiles. “Now it’s time to taste your juices again. Ready?”

I nod again as he drags his fingers back up to my lips. This time, I don’t hesitate. I grab his wrist and suck, tongue sliding between his fingers. I see the corner of his mouth twitch with approval as I cover them with my saliva.

Then without warning, he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist. I felt a mix of fear and excitement as he carried me over to the bed, laying me down with gentle ease. His own pants were unzipped, and I could feel his erection pressing against me, thick and hard.

He leaned over me, his hands moving to the zipper of my dress. With one forceful motion, he pulled it down, revealing my naked body. He pressed his lips against mine again, his tongue dominating any ounce of resistance in my mouth, and he gently took my hand, guiding it to the bulge in his pants.

My heart raced as I felt the warm, hard length of his erection beneath my trembling fingers. I wrapped around him gently, feeling the heat and power of his dick as I moaned into the kiss, my body shuddering at his touch. He was so much larger than any of the men I had ever slept with, and the thought of him inside me was both terrifying and thrilling. 

“Look at me,” he growls, breaking the kiss as he looks down at me, his eyes blazing with hunger. He leans so close I feel heat radiating off him, “ I said. Look. At. Me.”

The command digs into my bones and I lift my eyes to meet his stare, our eyes meet…and everything stops. My heart lurches painfully, like some invisible chain has snapped tight around it. 

For a moment, Alpha Varkos does not say a word, shock flares on his face but disappears as quickly as it came. A brutal, mocking sound escapes his mouth, sending a shiver through me that makes my blood run cold.

“What a joke,” he pulled away, amusement dripping like poison in his tone as he stood tall, and proud above me. 

“My mate… a human slave.”