The Alpha’s Desires
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~DAMON~
I barely made it to the car.
My hand was shaking when I grabbed the handle, not from fear, not from adrenaline, but from the kind of fury only lust can cause.
The kind of ache that builds deep in the balls and climbs up the spine like a f*****g fire you can’t put out.
I yanked the door open and dropped into the seat with a snarl in my throat and a pulse hammering between my legs so hard it made my vision blur.
The door slammed behind me. The air was thick. I could still smell her on me. That scent. Sweet. Slick. Addictive. Her heat was burned into my skin. The sound of her voice still echoing through my head.
Sir.
f**k.\
I gripped the steering wheel with both hands. My knuckles went white. My jaw clenched so tight it felt like my
teeth would crack.
I was supposed to be on my way to a council meeting. I was supposed to be calm. Focused. Alpha of this pack. In control.
But I was none of those things.
My c**k was so hard I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t f*****g blink without seeing her in that tiny shirt. My shirt. Soaked through and clinging to her t**s like sin itself.
n*****s so stiff they looked like they hurt. Her bare thighs slick with arousal. Her cunt leaking down her legs like it was crying for me. Begging for me. Her mouth trembling with that bratty little whisper.
I only came to give you your keys, sir.
My hands dropped from the wheel. I looked down. My c**k was bulging against the fabric of my jeans like it was trying to claw its way out. Ten f*****g inches of raging heat.
Thick. Veined. Angry. The head swollen, fighting the seam of my pants with every heartbeat. It looked like a weapon trying to break its cage. A beast trying to be freed.
And f**k, I needed it out.
I didn’t think.
I unbuckled my belt so hard the leather snapped. The zipper went down fast, teeth tearing open like they knew what was coming. I shoved my jeans and boxers down just enough, just low enough, and that’s when it
happened.
My c**k spilled out.
It slapped up against my abs with a heavy, wet thud, leaving a trail of slick pre–c*m on my stomach that was already pooling around the base.
The sight of it made my breath catch. The sound made my hips twitch. I looked down at the f*****g thing and
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nearly came on sight.
Massive. Thick. The ridge was swollen. Every inch of it looked brutal. Heavy. Filthy. Ten inches of sheer Alpha c**k, hard enough to break someone from the inside out.
I wrapped my hand around it.
Tight.
******g tight.
My fingers didn’t even meet around the base. That’s how thick it was. My grip looked small compared to it. And that made me harder. I groaned as I started to stroke.
Slow at first. Long. From base to tip. My thumb swiped across the slit and gathered the mess there. I brought it to my lips and sucked.
f**k.
She tasted like need.
And I imagined her on her knees.
Mouth wide open.
Tongue out.
Eyes glazed.
Waiting.
Dripping.
Begging me to feed her.
I stroked faster.
I imagined her cunt stretching around me. Wet. Shaking. So f*****g small. Too small. I’d tear her open. Break her in half. She’d cry. Scream. Beg.
And I wouldn’t stop.
I’d f**k her through it.
I’d f**k her until her voice gave out.
Until her throat was raw from screaming Daddy.
Until her eyes rolled back and she passed out with my c**k still deep inside her.
My wrist blurred.
The sound of my hand stroking my c**k filled the car. Each slap of skin echoed like applause. My hips jerked forward. I f****d my fist like it was her. I imagined her pinned beneath me. Crying. Scratching. Moaning.
f**k. f**k. f**k.
“You did this to me,” I growled under my breath. “Standing there dripping like a goddamn w***e and pretending you didn’t know.”
My teeth gritted as I slammed my fist down the length of my c**k. I tightened my grip. Pumped harder.
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Faster.m.
“I’d shove this c**k so deep inside you the whole pack would hear you scream. You think you could handle this? You think you could take ten f*****g inches of pure Alpha c**k without breaking?”
I was close.
So f*****g close.
My balls slapped against the seat. My abs clenched. I could feel it rising, boiling, twisting in my gut like at
storm about to burst.
“You’d beg for it,” I growled. “You’d cry with it buried to the base. You’d shake, sob, lose your f*****g mind while I split your cunt open and f**k it raw.”
And that was it.
My whole body jerked.
c**k pulsed in my hand.
“Ahhh f**k yes..fuck yes..look at this cock..look at what you do to me, Lyra…”
I pumped hard. Slow at first. Then faster. My wrist twisted at the head. My thumb slid through the mess leaking down the slit. My hips bucked into my fist like I was f*****g her throat.
“Goddamn this d**k is hard for you..ten inches of Alpha c**k…made to destroy that tight little hole..fuck yes..”
I moaned again. Deeper. Louder.
My abs clenched.
My balls were already tight. My thighs were shaking. Sweat rolled down my temple.
I looked down.
Watched my c**k pulse in my hand.
And I f*****g moaned again.
“f**k baby…fuck..this is what you want right..this monster cock..this thick goddamn c**k that would split your
cunt in half…”
My teeth sank into my lip.
My head fell back against the headrest.
I didn’t care about the meeting. I didn’t care about control. I didn’t care if the people walking outside could
hear me.
I kept talking.
Kept moaning.
Kept claiming her with my voice.
“You’d cry when I shoved this inside you..I know it…tears running down your cheeks…pussy stretch limit… fucking made for this c**k…”
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Her on her knees.
Mouth open.
Drooling.
Eyes begging.
Hands gripping my thighs as she sobbed around the head of my c**k, trying to take all of it. Trying to be a good little Omega.
I moaned like I was inside her.
Like I could feel her clenching.
So tight.
So wet.
So small.
“Fuuuck yes..Lyra…fuck yes..baby I’d break you..”
My hand was slick. My wrist was a blur. My body was tensing. I was right there.
My moan came out ragged. Feral. Alpha.
“Ahhh yes..right there..right f*****g there..I’m gonna cum..gonna cover myself in it..make you lick it up..make you swallow every drop..fuck yes..”
My voice cracked.
My thighs bucked.
I stroked once more and came like a goddamn beast.
“Ahhhh..ahhh..yes yes yes..fuck Lyra..take it..take it..take all this f*****g cum..”
The first rope splattered my abs.
The second hit my chin.
The rest painted my chest, my hand, the seat, the steering wheel, everything.
My whole body trembled. My moans slowed but didn’t stop.
I kept breathing her name.
Kept talking.
Kept claiming.
“Your p***y’s gonna remember this cock..every vein…every inch..I’m gonna f**k it so deep you’ll scream my name in your f*****g sleep..”
I licked the c*m off my thumb.
Groaned.
Low and slow.
“f*****g sweet..like your slick…like that cunt was made for my
mouth…”
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My chest was heaving.
My c**k was still hard.
Still twitching.
Still begging for more.
I didn’t stop.
I couldn’t.
I wrapped my hand back around the shaft–hot and soaked, thick and slick with c*m–and started stroking
again.
Dragging my fist from the base all the way to the swollen head, watching the skin pull tight, watching another bead of milky pre–c*m leak out like it couldn’t f*****g stop.
“f**k… f**k, I need more…. I need to c*m again… Moon Goddess, help me…
I leaned back and moaned. A sound sa filthy it shook the air.
I pumped it faster. Harder. My balls were aching. My abs already sticky.
Because it wasn’t enough.
Not until I came again.
Not until I was empty.
“Gonna c*m again fuck I’m not done..this c**k’s still hungry..still f*****g leaking..Lyra, you did this..your scent..your pussy your little voice moaning sir like a f*****g slut..”
I growled.
Spit flew from my mouth
My hand blurred over the shaft. Veins bulged. The head turned a furious red. Pre–c*m mixed with the first load and ran down my hand in sticky trails.
“Moon Goddess fuck she’s mine mine my Omega..my slick little toy…”
“Ahhhh..yes–yes–yes–I’d bend you over the f*****g altar–I’d make you worship this c**k with your mouth..suck it till you gag–till your tears roll till you drool on your t**s–f**k yes–Lyra–f**k yes..”
My whole body was shaking.
The pressure built again. Harder. Hotter.
My c**k swelled in my grip.
Thicker.
Harder
My voice rose with it.
“Gonna f*****g breed you. fill that pussy pump you full knot you lock inside you and make you m you carry my scent my curn my f*****g name.”
I roared as the second orgasm ripped through me.
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Louder than before.
Louder than anything.
“AHHHH YES–YES–LYRA–1**k YES–TAKE IT–TAKE ALL OF IT..”
c*m exploded out of me again.
Hot.
Heavy ropes splattered my chest. My stomach. My wrist. It poured down my shaft. Painted the inside of the
car.
I didn’t breathe for a full thirty seconds.
Just moaned.
Stroked.
Leaked.
My body collapsed against the seat. Muscles twitching. c*m dripping down my abs in thick, glistening trails.
And still…
Still…
My c**k didn’t go soft.
It stood there.
Hard.
Red.
Dripping.
Demanding more.
And all I could do was breathe her name.
“Lyra…
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I was breathing like I’d just gone twelve rounds in a f*****g cage fight. My chest was soaked in c*m. My c**k was still hard. My hand was sticky. My throat was raw from moaning her name.
And then the phone rang.
I growled. The sound that came out of me was pure animal.
I snatched the phone from the passenger seat, glanced at the screen, and saw the name.
Council line.
I swiped to answer.
Didn’t even get a word in.
“Alpha Damon!! We’ve all been f*****g waiting for you!! Where the f**k are you?!”
The voice on the other end was loud and dripping with disrespect.
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And I snapped.
My voice dropped.
I didn’t shout.
Didn’t need to.
I spoke like a blade sliding through flesh.
“Don’t you dare f*****g shout or raise your voice at me again…”
Silence.
“You forget who you’re talking to? You forget the bloodline you answer to? I am not one of your little boys. I am not a beta you bark at. I am your f*****g Alpha. So lower your f*****g voice.”
I licked my lips.
Still tasting my c*m on my tongue.
My c**k twitched again.
My fist clenched tighter around the phone.
I growled the next words.
“Stay. The f**k. There. I’ll be on my way.”
Then I ended the call.
Didn’t wait for a response.
I dropped the phone on the console.
Ran a hand through my hair.
Still breathing hard.
My c**k was still out. Still glistening. Still red. Still raging.
I didn’t tuck it back in.
Not yet. I just stared at it. But i know one thing for certain the next time they shout at me?
I wouldn’t speak.
I’d tear their f*****g throat out.
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