THE ALPHA’S BROKEN MATE

Athena

I tugged at my collar, my head dizzy, everything around me tilted sideways, the heat was growing, which was practically speaking impossible within these four words.

“Greetings Your highness” a voice greeted and sauntered off, I could barely make out who it was, my senses were getting duller, I stumbled on something and felt myself next to a wall, my body got stuck to it, relaxing for barely a minute on the coolness before that uncomfortable feeling came back.

I resumed my journey, I had to get to my room, at least while I still had my senses intact.

I dragged my feet across the long halls, different scents wafted through my nose all at once, booze, sweat, lilacs, honey, cheese, what the hell was going on.

The first layer of my cloth fell off, I felt better, I caught a door by the corner of my eyes, enter first, consequences later.

The door clicked immediately I stumbled in, the noise drowned out, gone - an effect of these walls.

I dragged my feet to what looked like an impossibly comfortable bed. I could barely make it out, but the figure looked like one at least. I fell on it, seeking some sort of reprieve.

But that uncomfortable feeling was there, my nipples strained against the thin layers of fabric, the clothes stuck to my body like glue, I drew hard against it, trying to get it off my skin, but it was especially tight, Sara made sure of that.

A whimper slipped past my lips, my head felt like something was clawing at it, my skin got hotter, I rolled on each sides of the bed, hoping for comfort but it felt particularly impossible, my hand made contact with my breast through the corset barely able to cover it, a strained groan left my lips.

My boots had flown off in a different direction, with the possibility of touching myself gone, I settled for rubbing my now tender skin across the pillows, the edge of the bed, anything that could offer friction.

I was beyond gone, tears streamed down my eyes, my hair felt like nails on my scalp.

The door creaked open, then footsteps before it stopped, the hairs on my arm stood, I could feel eyes on me, watching. I could barely make out what was right not to talk of shame at the possibly obscene setting.

“Who are you?” a deep voice that sent shivers to my skin asked,

I shot up from the bed only to bump into a hard skin, the contact sent electricity and sparks down my spine, I couldn't sense it well, but I could feel it. “Mate” the words were barely a whisper, more like a prayer

Hot breath fanned down on my skin, honey, musk, cedar, all clouded my nose. My hands were on him before I thought about it, a grunt slipped past his lips.

“Please,” I whimpered

“What did you do to me?” He remained unmoving, his breath hitched, his heart raced, the closeness only increased the burning sensation I felt. My body was on fire now, if I thought tears were spilling through my eyes, these ones burned.

I pulled on the two piece, tugging with as much strength that I could gather, the body beside me didn’t seem to be in a far better position, his breath was rapid like he was trying hard to restrain himself.

He took a step back, I winced from the loss, following through instantly, he dodged, my body met the cold air, where his scent lingered, a hand caught me just before my nose kissed the tile, I strained against the hand, a lewd sound escaping my lips.

He stiffened, using that opportunity I pounced on him we both fell with me straddling him, that did the trick. Lips smashed into mine, hot and fervent.

I struggled to keep up, sinking deeper into him, the corset was gone in a matter of seconds, flung somewhere like paper, I fumbled through his belt, helping him loosen up

All this we tried to do while our lips were still connected, every rational thought, training about consequences, morals, all of it flew past the window. I was lost in the feeling of getting comfort and healing from the strains of my body.

The rest of the night was a mixture of grunts and groans, bodies joining as one, lewd sounds, loud moans, sweats mixed with cum all night long, I felt him knot me through the fog, “No” I resisted weakly.

Everything else was a blur and by the time I lost myself to the darkness my body hummed with satisfaction.

Morning lights tried to pull me out of the darkness, a groan escaped my lips I turned, seeking comfort, something hard pressed down on me restricting my movement

“What the fuck,” I grunted, its way too early for all thus, something pulled me up, I felt my body fall against something warm and hard.

I moaned from the feeling, when did Mr cuddles get so comfortable? I snuggled deeper into it, wait, my brain did a 360, since when could Mr cuddles breath?

I forced my eyes to blink open, but it squinted shot instantly, a blinding headache hit “What the hell,”

“Stop squirming” a deep voice groaned

My head tinged, my eyes shot open, ignoring the hammering in my head, I was met with the most beautiful pair of silver eyes I had ever seen.

I tumbled backwards putting a considerable distance between us, he leaned backwards, brows raised, lips slightly curled

“Who are you?”