Make Me Yours, Alpha

Back at the sanctuary, Alyssa slowly undressed. Night had fully fallen, and the air inside the cave was gradually turning chilly.

Goosebumps erupted across her flesh as the cool breeze kissed her bare skin. She tossed the oversized black shirt onto the heap of pillows, then slid her shorts down her legs and stepped out of them.

Dorian was already waiting for her in the pool, and her heart slammed against her ribs in anticipation. It didn’t matter that this wasn’t the first time he was going to fuck her; he had been gentle, rough, and wild with her before, yet the thought of being claimed by him still made her shiver with desire.

She picked up her cloak and draped it over her shoulders. Next to her foot were the empty disposable plates from their dinner. Her belly was full of food; now she needed him to fill every empty part of her.

She walked down the passage, stepping out into the open space where the pool lay beneath the starry sky. Dorian was already waist-deep in the water, his broad back turned to her. The thick, sculpted muscles of his shoulders rippled and shifted as he lifted his hand and pushed his damp hair back from his face.

His face was tilted up toward the open skylight, his lashes resting against his cheekbones. His long, silky hair trailed down his back, soaked from the water, the ends curling slightly. He was huge; deliciously, intimidatingly huge compared to her petite frame, and watching him like this sent a sharp coil of heat straight to her core.

She took another step forward. The moment her foot scraped the stone, he felt her presence and turned around.

His eyes locked onto hers and darkened instantly. He was fully himself now, his demon and beast locked away in the back of his mind, leaving only the man who worshiped the ground she walked on.

His brows furrowed slightly. ”Are you okay, my love?”

Her heart gave a violent lurch. He always prioritized her, always checked to ensure she was safe, warm, and fine. Her silly heart couldn’t take the weight of his devotion.

She offered him a soft smile and nodded. ”I’m fine. Just a little cold.”

He reached out a hand toward her, droplets of water trailing off his fingers and running down his forearm.

”Come here,” he murmured, his deep voice thick and smooth as velvet. ”The water is warm.”

Alyssa felt cold and hot all at once; cold from the icy wind, yet hot from the raw hunger flaming in his eyes. His hand stayed outstretched, waiting for her.

Nodding softly, she unclasped the cloak and let it drop from her shoulders. It pooled around her ankles, exposing every inch of her naked body to his gaze.

She heard his breath hitch sharply. His eyes dropped, lingering over the swell of her full breasts, watching as her nipples hardened under the cool air. His gaze traced downward, over her flat stomach, the curve of her hips, and down to the dark fold between her thighs.

There was a time when she would have blushed and covered herself under such an intense, possessive stare. But not anymore. She had grown bolder, far more confident in the spell she cast over him.

Slowly, she dragged her hands over her hips, running her palms up her thighs, across her waist, and up to cup her breasts. And through it all, she kept her eyes pinned straight onto his.

Dorian visibly swallowed, a hard muscle flexing in his jaw. The expression on his handsome face transformed from raw hunger into something wild and unhinged.

”Come here, little lamb,” he rasped out in a husky growl. ”My hands should be the only ones touching you.”

Alyssa’s lips pulled into a slow, confident smile. She stepped up to the edge of the pool and reached out to place her small hand in his large palm.

Before she could even draw breath, he wrapped his fingers around her wrist and yanked her into the water. She splashed into the pool with an amused shriek, gasping as the intense warmth instantly engulfed her body.

Dorian hauled her flush against his chest, his hands sliding down her back to cup her wet ass, just as her hands had done to her own body moments before.

”This is where you belong,” he murmured, his breath scorching her skin. ”In my arms, with my hands all over you.”

She grinned and wrapped her arms around his neck. ”Where does the heat come from?”

He released her ass, running his wet fingers through her hair and soaking it completely. ”The bottom of this cave connects to an ancient volcano far off to the West.”

Her eyes widened with awe. ”Is it still active?”

He chuckled and shook his head. ”No, my love. Not anymore. But the core beneath the earth still heats the water.”

He dragged a wet thumb over her cheek, sliding it across her mouth to stroke her bottom lip. His eyes burned with a shade of molten, glowing gold, filled with that wild, dangerous desire she craved.

”Enough talking,” he whispered. ”I want to spend the entire night taking your mind off everything else. I want to watch you cum over and over again. On my fingers, my cock, and all over my face.”

Alyssa swallowed hard, her core clenching in anticipation. ”Dorian...”

”Sshh,” he hushed her, a wicked smirk curling his lips. ”The only sounds coming out of this pretty mouth tonight are my name, and your sweet voice begging me for more.”

​Her heart skipped a beat. This dominant, filthy edge in him was intoxicating, and she was already hopelessly addicted to it.

Moving suddenly, Dorian gripped her waist and lifted her clear out of the pool, placing her on the smooth, flat rock ledge. It felt cold against her bare thighs. She shivered slightly, uncertain if the chill came from the air or the way Dorian was staring up at her.

Dorian planted his hands on her knees, spreading her legs wide open. The muscles in his shoulders and back flexed as he stepped between her thighs.

He lowered his body into the water, adjusting her legs until they were hooked over his broad shoulders. His eyes blazed with a savage, unrelenting passion.

”You’re in complete control tonight, my love,” he whispered. ”Use me however you want. Make me your slave. I am yours to command.”

Alyssa’s expression shifted, a sudden, dangerous spark flashing in her eyes. The freakish side of her that she usually kept hidden surfaced as she gazed down at him.

”Under my command, right?”

He nodded without a second of hesitation, his eyes filled with absolute submission.

”Yes. I am yours to command.”

”Mhhm,” she moaned as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, just inches away from the wet, swollen center that was screaming for him. ”Then tonight, I am not your little lamb.”

She looked down into his golden eyes, threading her fingers into his wet hair. ”Tonight, I am your Queen. And that is exactly what you will address me as. Got it?”

A filthy smirk spread across his handsome face. ”Yes, my Queen.”

Her smile widened, her fingers tightening in his hair. ”Good boy.”

”Oh, fuck!” he groaned at the praise. ”Say that again.”

Her eyes sparkled with the amount of power she held over him. ”What? Good boy? Who’s my good boy?”

Dorian let out a choked moan, burying his face between her thighs. ”I am,” he rasped thickly, his cock jerking and throbbing under the water, threatening to explode.

”That’s right,” she murmured, gripping a fistful of his hair and pulling his head back so he was forced to look into her eyes. ”You’re my good boy.”

Deep inside Dorian’s consciousness, Shadow and Soren fought savagely to claw their way to the surface, desperate to tear out, to take control, and to devour their woman completely.

But Dorian locked them down. This night belonged to him and his Queen alone.

”Tell me what you want, my Queen,” he whispered, his breath hot and ragged against her soaking core. ”I’m desperate to please you.”

Alyssa let her head fall back, baring the smooth column of her throat to his gaze. Her chest heaved, her full breasts rising and falling with every breath.

”Put your mouth on me,” she demanded, her voice dripping with pure silk and command. ”Make me cum all over your face.”