Three Alpha Princes for an Unwanted Omega

Ayla’s knees sank into the soft mattress as she climbed onto the bed.

She positioned herself straddling Ares’ hips.

His chest rose and fell rapidly beneath her, a sheen of sweat already glistening on his collarbone. The heat radiating off him was intense, almost feverish, making the air between them feel thick and charged.

She hovered above him.

”Ayla, you do not have to...”

”I know I do not have to but I want to.”

She lowered herself, feeling the hard length of him press more firmly against her damp center. A sharp gasp escaped him, his hips jerking upward involuntarily.

His green eyes locked onto hers. The usual calm in their depths was gone, replaced by a feral hunger that made her breath catch. She saw the struggle between the instinct screaming at him to take and the deep-seated part of him that feared hurting her.

He reached up, his fingers brushing her cheek. The touch sent a jolt through her.

Ayla leaned into his palm, her eyes fluttering shut for a brief second.

”This is not how I wanted your first time” he murmured, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. ”Tell me to stop and I will.”

”I do not want you to stop.” She said.

He pulled her down.

His mouth found hers in desperation. His tongue slid against hers, demanding, exploring, tasting her with a fervor that bordered on frantic. She felt the tremor in his hands and she knew he was trying to be gentle with her.

She pulled back, looking at him.

”Ares. Look at me.”

His green eyes met hers.

They were wild. His pupils had swallowed almost all the color leaving only a thin ring of green. His canines had elongated, pressing against his lower lips and his temple was beaded with sweat. He looked less like the composed prince she knew and more like a creature driven by pure, instinctual need.

”You are holding back.”

”I do not want to hurt you, Ayla.” His voice was rough.

”You will not hurt me.”

She reached for his hand and guided it to her throat, pressing his palm flat against the pulse ticking wildly there.

”I trust you” She said, her voice dropping into a whisper. ”Feel it. I am here and I am not afraid.”

He peered into her eyes, searching for doubt but he found none.

His hand slid from her throat to the nape of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair. He pulled her down, his mouth finding hers again and this time, there was less restraint.

”Tell me what you need,” she whispered against his lips, her voice thick with desire.

”You.”

”Then take me.”

”I cannot be gentle, Ayla.” He murmured the words against her jaw, his breath hot.

”Don’t be.”

A growl rumbled from his chest and with a surge of strength, he rose to his knees, pulling her with him. His hands gripped her waist, lifting her effortlessly. Before she could catch her breath, he turned her, guiding her face down against the mattress.

His hands slid up her thighs to grip the hem of her dress then he pushed it upward. His fingers trailed the scrap of fabric that was her underclothes, tracing the elastic waistband lightly before hooking his thumbs underneath and dragging it down her legs in one smooth motion, leaving her completely bare and exposed to his gaze and his touch.

”Goddess,” Ares breathed, his thumbs tracing small circles on her hipbones. ”You have no idea how beautiful you are.”

His fingers spread her thighs wider, settling between her legs. She felt the blunt head of his cock against her entrance, heat radiating off him in waves.

Then he pushed forward.

The sensation was unlike anything Ayla had ever felt before. It was a fullness that threatened to push the air from her lungs.

She cried out, her nails digging into the mattress.

Ares stilled immediately.

”Have I hurt you?” His voice was tortured and raw.

Ayla shook her head fiercely, her face pressed into the pillow. ”No,” she gasped, sucking in air through her nose. ”More.”

He pushed in deeper, a groan slipping from his throat.

Ares was struggling with the effort to hold still and not ram into her like he wanted to... like his wolf’s heat was calling for.

”Are you okay?” he asked, his voice strained.

Ayla nodded, her voice lost somewhere in her throat.

She could feel her body struggling to accommodate him but beneath the pain was something else...a heat pooling in her belly.

It was her body adjusting to him, softening.

Ares groaned again, his head dropping forward until his forehead rested against the damp skin between her shoulder blades. His breath came in harsh, ragged pants against her skin.

”Are you okay?” he asked again, his voice barely above a whisper.

He needed to hear it, needed the reassurance.

Ayla shifted against him, a choked whimper escaping her lips.

”Yes, fuck me... Ares”

The word seemed to shatter the last vestiges of his restraint.

A low, animalistic growl rumbled from his chest and he began to move in powerful, deliberate thrusts.

He pulled back almost completely, until only the tip of his cock remained caught in her tight, clinging entrance, then drove forward with a force that made her breath hitch and her body jerk forward.

Each stroke was deep, filling her completely, stretching her deliciously, the head of his cock catching on her inner walls with each inward thrust.

His hands gripped her hips with bruising force, guiding her movements.

”Fuck... Ayla...” he groaned, his voice thick and rough. ”So tight... so hot... feels like... like you were made for me...”

His words were fragmented, lost in the rhythm of his movements, but the raw awe and possession in them were unmistakable. He wasn’t just fucking her; he was claiming her, marking her as his in the most primal way possible.

She met his thrusts as best she could, pushing back against him, her own arousal building rapidly now that the initial shock had passed. The burn was still there but it was overlaid with waves of intense pleasure that radiated from her core with every stroke. She felt wonderfully, completely filled, the sensation of his thickness rubbing against her most sensitive spots sending jolts of electricity straight to her clit, making it throb and swell.

Her breasts swung freely with each movement, brushing against the rough texture of the mattress, sending additional waves of sensation through her nipples. The air was filled with the sound of their bodies, wet and slapping against one another.

His ragged breathing and her own muffled moans and gasps.

She could feel his control slipping, fraction by fraction until a deep, guttural roar tore from his throat.

His hands slammed down on either side of her head as he shifted his weight, changing the angle of his penetration. His next thrust was harder, deeper, driven by pure, unbridled force. The gentleness was gone, replaced by raw, demanding intensity.

The heat in Ayla’s belly had blossomed into a full-blown inferno, coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust, spreading through her limbs and making her toes curl.

Ares leaned forward, burying his face in her neck, his lips brushing her sweat slicked skin.

One hand slid from her shoulder to travel down her side, slipping lower until his thumb found her clit and he began to rub it in tight circles that matched the frantic rhythm of his thrusts.

The combination of his cock filling her completely and the direct, insistent stimulation of her clit sent Ayla spiraling over the edge with a cry that was half scream, half sob.

Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Her inner walls clamped down around his cock with vise-like strength and she bucked wildly beneath him, her mouth open in a silent scream as her body was consumed by the force of her release.

Ares groaned, a deep, broken sound that seemed to come from the very depths of his soul, as he felt her climax. The sensation of her inner muscles clamping down on him was almost too much. He drove forward one final time, burying himself to the hilt, his hips locked against hers as he shuddered violently.

His release followed hers instantly.

Ares felt his canines descend, grazing Ayla’s neck.

He went completely still and so did Ayla. They both knew what it meant.

”Do it” Ayla said. ”Mark me.”

”Are you sure?”

”I am sure”

And with that Ares buried his teeth into Ayla’s neck, marking her as his as he came inside her.