Fearful secret-3

[ SELENE ]

Suddenly he pulled out of me and I whispered at the loss of his full thick length, my eyes at the verge of tears and pleading. His hand went to my breast while I was still being pressed against the wall.

He let out a low, rough sound, halfway between a growl and a "shit"—when he realized I wasn't wearing a bra under the uniform. A small, triumphant smile played on my lips despite how fast my heart was racing. I wasn't the only one affected here.

With a swift move, my skirt was gone, joining my blouse on the floor. Karl didn’t need any guidance, his hand moved with a possessive heat, finding my already soaked pussy, exactly where I was most sensitive. The sensation was electric, and I couldn't help the short, sharp gasp that escaped me as he began to touch my cunt.

His other hand was everywhere at once, his fingers firm against my clit, his touch demanding and heavy. I reached back, my fingers finding the hard line of his frame of his dick through his pants. He was already straining, his body reacting to me just as violently as mine was to him.

"You want this so badly?" he growled, his voice dropping into that dangerous Alpha register. "Kneel."

I didn't argue. I sank to my knees, my eyes fixed on him. For a moment, I saw the raw, unbridled power in his expression, but he quickly gripped my hair, tilting my head back to keep me level with him.

"Don't look at me like that or I might really fuck yoi so hard and raw," he rasped, his breathing heavy as he freed himself. "Just focus on me."

I didn't need the command. My hands found his cock, stroking the length of him, feeling the heat and the power. He quivered under my touch, a jagged "oh, fuck" escaping his lips as if he’d never felt anything quite like this before. That was all the encouragement I needed. I picked up the pace, my grip tightening as I focused entirely on him.

When I finally took him into my mouth, the room seemed to disappear. I licked and swirled, the taste of him, rain and salt, overwhelming my senses. He was losing it, his hands tightening in my hair as he cursed under his breath, over and over.

After a few minutes, he pulled me up, his eyes dark with a hunger that looked like it might consume us both. He backed me against the wall again, and I kicked my remaining clothes aside. He didn't waste time. He entered my pussy with one deep, powerful thrust that stole the air right out of my lungs. It took a moment for my body to adjust to the sheer size of his dick, but the initial sting was quickly replaced by an ache that only he could soothe.

He pinned my hands to the wall above my head, his chest heaving against mine as he began to move. He buried his face in my neck, his teeth grazing my skin as he worked us both into a frenzy. I arched toward him, pushing my chest forward, and he didn't hesitate to pull back and latch onto my nipples, his tongue swirling over them in a rhythm that matched his hips.

He let go of my hands and hooked my legs around his waist, hoisting me higher. I clung to his neck, my nails digging into his shoulders as he drove into me faster, harder, deeper. The world was nothing but the sound of our breathing and the wet slap of skin on skin.

"Turn around," he commanded, his voice thick.

I obeyed, pressing my palms against the cool wood of his desk as he took me from behind. This angle was even deeper, every thrust hitting a spot that made my toes curl. I could feel him trembling, his pace becoming desperate.

He leaned over me, his hands gripping my hips to steady me as he drove home one last time. A guttural roar ripped from his throat as he finally let go, his warmth flooding me as he collapsed against my back. I let out a broken moan, my own release crashing over me just seconds later.

We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us shaking and breathless.

"To the moon goddess, Selena," he whispered into my hair, his voice finally sounding human again. "You're going to be the death of me."

I turned slightly in his arms, looking back at him. The notorious Alpha looked completely wrecked. "I'm glad you enjoyed the breakfast delivery, Karl," I teased softly.

He gave a short, breathless laugh and pulled me into a proper hug, his nose nuzzling the mark he'd left on my neck. "I’m never letting you leave this room again."

"Really?" I breathed, a bit of my old defiance sparking through the haze of pleasure. "And what exactly are you going to do, keep me here all day?"

A dark, dangerous smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. "Fuck," he growled, his eyes locking onto mine with a look that promised I wouldn't be walking straight for a week. "Let me show you exactly what I'm going to do to you."

Before I could even blink, he scooped me up into his arms. I felt weightless against his sheer strength. He strode over to the massive, silk-covered bed and tossed me onto the mattress. I bounced once, my hair sprawling out like a dark fan against the pillows.

He didn't give me a second to recover. He was over me in an instant, his heavy heat settling between my thighs. He gripped my knees, spreading my legs so wide I honestly thought I might break, pinning me open and completely exposed to his gaze.

The dominance in his posture made Lena howl with pride, but Selena, the girl who had been hiding in the kitchens, was trembling from the intensity of it. He looked down at me, his chest heaving, marking every inch of my body with his eyes.

"You wanted to run, Selena?" he whispered, his voice vibrating deep in his chest as he leaned down, his face inches from mine. "Now you’re exactly where you belong. And I’m going to make sure you remember the feeling of me every time you try to take a step away from this bed."

"Then do it," I rasped, the defiance and the desire mixing into a jagged edge in my voice. "Just fucking do it and quit talking."

Karl didn't need to be told twice. He lunged forward, sliding into me with one hard, punishing thrust that filled me so completely I thought I’d burst. I let out a loud, unrestrained moan, my head snapping back against the headboard as I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, locking him in.

“See what we have been missing, you bitch?” Lena’s voice roared in my mind. She was right there at the surface now, staring at our mate through my eyes, her soul finally feeling the touch she’d been starved of for years. I could feel her power thrumming under my skin, urging me to take more of him.

"Ah!" I screamed as Karl went even deeper, his pace turning feral. He wasn't just fucking me; he was reclaiming me, erasing every month I’d spent hiding in the shadows with every heavy strike of his hips.

"Fuck," he groaned, the word vibrating against my lips as he leaned down to kiss me senseless. "Fuck, you’re so sweet, baby... so damn sweet."

He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his teeth grazing my skin as he drove himself into me again and again. The bed groaned under the weight of his movements, but all I could hear was the sound of our breathing and the way he growled my name like it was the only word he knew. For the first time in my life, I wasn't running. I was exactly where I was meant to be.

The friction was absolute madness. Every time his thick hips slammed down against mine, a dirty, wet sound echoed between us, testifying to how hopelessly drenched I was around him. I arched my back, completely shameless, tilting my pelvis up to catch the full, bruising depth of his thrusts. I was acting like a total slut for him, my fingers digging into the mattress as I begged for more, my thighs shaking violently where he kept them pinned apart.

"Look at yourself, Selena," Karl commanded, his voice dark and breathless as he gripped my waist, lifting my hips to meet his brutal down-strokes. "Look how wide open you are for your Alpha. You're stretching just to take all of me."

"Karl... please, harder!" I screamed, completely unhinged by the raw pleasure. I didn't care about decorum, or the kitchens, or the fact that I was an Omega. Right now, I was just a needy female begging to be stretched out and ruined by her mate.

His eyes flashed pitch black at my words, his control snapping entirely. He began to hammer into me with a feral, unrelenting speed, his cock hitting my sweet spot over and over until my vision blurred into streaks of white heat. The slickness of my pussy was overflowing, dripping onto the silk sheets as he rode me like a man possessed, filling me so violently that every single gasp out of my mouth was a broken, trashy moan.

"Take it all, Selena! Let him wreck us!" Lena shrieked, her raw submissive instinct bleeding into my veins.

"You're mine," he growled, his teeth sinking sharply into the junction of my neck and shoulder, marking me with a painful, bruising bite that had me thrashing beneath him. "Say it, slut. Tell me you're my little kitchen slut."

"I'm yours! Ah—Karl, yes! I'm your slut!" I cried out, the dirty words slipping past my lips as a massive, shattering orgasm tore through my core, clamping my tight walls around his thick length like a vice.

He let out a guttural, animalistic roar as my release triggered his own. Karl gave one last, deep, burying thrust, locking himself inside me as his hot, thick seed flooded my aching interior, filling me to the absolute brim. He collapsed heavily against my chest, both of us drenched in sweat and slick, trembling in the aftermath of a total, inescapable claim.