“I am,”
I whispered.
“No, you’re not.”
He dragged his thumb across my bottom lip.
“You don’t even know what this feels like.”
“You don’t want to take an Alpha’s c**k into your p***y, Lyra.”
“You can’t handle me.”
That sentence alone shattered me. My knees nearly gave out. My cunt clenched, empty and aching, throbbing like it knew it would never be enough for him. Not tight enough. Not ready. Not worthy. But I needed him. God, I needed him.
“Please, Alpha,”
I whispered, breath shaking, chest heaving.
“I can. I swear I can take it. I want it. I want you..”
He moved. Fast. Too fast. One second I was begging, the next I was against the wall. My back hit hard. My head snapped back. And then his hand was on my throat tightened. I gasped. My feet left the ground. My fingers clawed at his wrist out of instinct, but f**k… it only made the heat between my legs worse. His face was inches from mine. His breath? Fire. His stare? Punishment.
“I don’t f**k little girls like you,” he growled, voice thick with disgust..and hunger.
“I destroy them.”
I moaned. Right there, with his hand wrapped around my throat and my legs dangling, my p***y gushed like it needed to be ruined. And he knew it. He looked down. Saw the wet spot on my shorts. Smirked.
“f*****g pathetic,” he spat.
“You’re dripping, and I haven’t even pulled my c**k out.”
I whimpered. My clit throbbed. He ground his hips forward. And I felt it. God, I felt it. The thick, hard bulge in his pants slammed right against my stomach..high on my stomach. That c**k… it was huge. Monstrous. The kind of c**k that would leave a girl sobbing through her orgasm. The kind of c**k that would break me. I gasped. My body jerked. My thighs rubbed together like they were trying to f**k the air.
“Next time you try that nonsense,” he said, his voice cold and deadly, “I won’t take it lightly.”
Then he let go. And walked away. Just like that. Leaving me gasping. Wet. Aching. My panties were soaked. My throat burned. And my cunt? My cunt was twitching. Starving. Still begging for the Alpha who’d just denied me like I was nothing.
Midnight C*mis
**Lyra**
I didn’t even make it to the bed.
I barely got the door closed.
I stumbled inside my room like my legs didn’t belong to me, like I wasn’t human anymore, just some sick, soaked thing possessed by the scent of him. Of Damon. Of Alpha. His sweat. His skin. His c**k. f**k.
My back hit the door with a thud.
I just stood there. Shaking. Breathing like I’d just run miles barefoot through snow. My hands were trembling. My cunt was throbbing. My panties stuck to me like wet silk, soaked straight through, clinging to the lips of my p***y like they were trying to keep the heat inside.
But it was useless.
I was dripping.
So f*****g wet it felt wrong.
I peeled the robe off my skin in one slow, breathless motion. My n*****s were hard, stiff like diamonds, brushing the air, brushing my hair. Every movement made me whimper.
The cool air kissed my chest.
But my skin was burning.
I was fire. Flame. f*****g need.
My thighs rubbed together as I walked to the edge of the bed. I could feel it. The slick sliding down the inside of my legs, sticky and warm. I didn’t even want to check. I knew it was messy. Knew I was soaked from the look in his eyes when he said…
“You think you can take me? That sweet little virgin cunt of yours wouldn’t survive a f*****g inch.”
My knees buckled. dropped onto the bed with a moan. My fingers curled into the sheets. I pressed my thighs together, grinding, desperate, trying to find pressure but there was nothing.
Nothing but hunger.
My chest heaved.
My p***y clenched.
I spread my legs slowly. Shame burned across my cheeks, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. My fingers slid down my stomach, shaking like I was about to do something sinful.
Because I was,
I wasn’t just thinking of him.
Midnight Cambo
I was about to f**k myself to the thought of my best friend’s father.
Alpha Damon.
My fingers slipped into the waistband of my panties. They were soaked. Soaked. The fabric clung to the folds of my cunt, sticking between the lips like they wanted to hide how filthy I was. But there was no hiding it. No pretending.
I was soaked because of him.
Because of the way he looked at me like he wanted to tear me apart.
Because of the way he said he’d destroy me.
I pushed the fabric aside.
Flesh met air.
And I gasped.
The slick was everywhere. My inner lips were swollen, flushed, desperate. My clit pulsed so hard it hurt. My fingers brushed it once and I jerked, my head falling back, a whimper escaping my lips.
I didn’t mean to say his name.
But I did.
“D-Damon…
My fingers circled my clit, slow. Gentle. Testing. But even that was too much. It felt like I was touching a raw nerve, like every bit of blood in my body had gathered there. I moaned.
Low. Needy. Embarrassing.
I imagined his fingers instead.
Rough. Big. Hot.
I imagined him pinning my hands to the mattres’s, smirking while I writhed, begging him not to stop.
I moaned again. Louder this time.
My hips started to rock.
I slid two fingers lower, spreading my folds, feeling the heat trapped between them. I was drenched. The slick coated everything. I dragged it back up to my clit, rubbing circles that weren’t soft anymore.
Faster.
Harder.
“f**k,”
I gasped, teeth sinking into my lip.
I closed my eyes.
And saw him.
Towering over me. Naked. Veins popping. c**k so massive it looked dangerous. That cruel smirk on his face as he told me…
“I don’t f**k little girls like you. I destroy them.”
I shoved two fingers inside my p***y.
I cried out.
I imagined his c**k instead.
Thick.
Veiny.
Ruthless.
I pumped my fingers harder. Faster. The slick sounds filled the room. Squish. Squish. Squish. My thighs trembled. My other hand clawed at my breast, squeezing, twisting my n****e till I whimpered.
“I’m so f*****g empty,”
I moaned.
“Please…”
There was no one there.
But I begged anyway.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.