Chapter 35 TORTURE
SEBASTIAN'S POV
I can feel Alpha Ragnar’s cock sliding between my inner thighs feeling extremely hot and heavy.
He starts thrusting against the insides of my thighs coated with a lot of slick.
But he didn't go in me
It's a maddening thing that he's stroking, teasing and playing with me but he's not going through with it.
He's grinding with his head brushing at my entrance in slow strokes but never finishing it and just entering.
It's sweet torture.
I can feel his wolf taking over more than once, and Yurik, now I know his name, Yurik's presence is as strong as Ragnar's as he digs his claws into my hips.
His firm grip is holding me still, keeping me from even rocking against him for release.
He flexes his jaw and bites my back in a sharp line of marks down my spine, each one drawing blood he immediately licks clean.
This twisted pain and pleasure loop has me writhing and pushing back against him begging for more.
"Please! Alpha-"
“Call me Ragnar!” He interrupts me with a snap.
“Ragnar please-!”
"Not yet," he snarls at me this time. But from his frequent eye color change, I can feel his control slipping.
He reaches around to hold my member, stroking me again in time with his short fast thrusts.
At this point our bodies are slick with sweat and blood coming from the both of us.
His room is reeking of sex and pheromones that I don't even know who it's coming from.
I can feel the mate bond thrumming inside us a tight golden thread that's pulling at us to complete the bond.
But Ragnar fights at it, but even I know it's a futile gesture. Something we can't fight forever.
He turns me over again to face him and this time, he goes at a slow pace. His mouth and tongue were occupying so much of my mouth that I had no space to breathe or even think.
It's too much!
His mouth on mine tastes like blood and desire as he slowly grinds at me.
His hand between us works faster and faster so I cup him in return and return the favor.
And by the gods, he's thicker than I remembered.
He's all veins and a furious angry red color that's throbbing with the little feel of a knot at the base of his cock that's already starting to swell.
"Sebastian!" he groans, freeing my lips for a second with his forehead against mine.
I hunt for his lips and bite down hard, drawing more blood to which he retaliates to a nip to my earlobe.
We're a tangling mess of fangs, claws and healing wounds reopening due to our foreplay.
The second peak builds between us and this time we chase at it together.
His thrusts in my hand grow faster and erratic with his knot pressing against my thigh, teasing at what could be if we actually go through the last stage.
I stroked him harder and harder, feeling his member pulse and throb in my hand.
And when he comes with a loud snarl with hot spurts coating my stomach, I follow with a shout of my own crying out as the heat slows down, just for a minute.
But it's not over.
Not yet.
The night stretches on between us as waves of need crash over us again and again.
Alpha Ragnar cleans us with a cloth, being gentle to me now but his eyes promise more so much more to me when I'm rested.
In a shocking move, he pulls me into his arms cuddling me with his cock still resting against my ass without actual penetration.
"Rest," he commands me, his Alpha voice threading its way into the command.
I don't know what happens but my eyes go immediately heavy and I see black.
I drift in and out of consciousness, the heat still simmering in me but the Alpha's command pushes it down for a spell.
Hours pass, maybe minutes? But time passes like a dark blur surrounding me.
So when the heat surges again rousing me up from my sleep, his fingers are right there, plunging deep inside me with his mouth on my neck.
He's sucking and adding new marks on me that just adds to the old ones. At this rate, I won't have any fresh skin when he's done with me.
He brings me off with his hand the first time, then with his mouth the second time swallowing me down with growls that vibrate through me.
He causes my eyes to roll to the back of my head as he takes me without any trouble bobbing and stroking me perfectly.
So I do the same, taking him as deep as I can since the last time and choking on his sheer size alone.
I continue religiously, tasting salt and him all over my mouth as I continue repeatedly until he spills down my throat.
We're a tangled mess of blood, bites, saliva and cum.
I can't even remember what day of the week it is anymore.
ALISANDER'S POV
This is wrong.
Ah fuck it.
No, this is dangerous.
I press against the edges of Sebastian’s mind, pushing and stomping trying to wake this heat induced idiot.
Now I know why they bitch did this.
Of course it's easy to end this all with one stupid mate bond done during a heat period.
Alpha Ragnar's smell and scent floods the space between us thick and it's all I can think and breathe, it's suffocating!
And the worst part?
Sebastian, this spineless wolf is yielding.
He doesn't even put up a fight?!
My hackles rise in indignation and anger.
I am an Alpha too!
Or at least I was!
I commanded packs and commanded wolves across the realm!
And now–
Now I am being pushed aside inside my own shared body allowing another Alpha to take control and toss me around like an Omega.
I am now an Omega.
The insult burns me.
And yet,
There’s something else, something treacherous.
The humiliation of being overpowered and manhandled.
The fact that I'm the one being handled instead of handling the situation .
It's causing a delicious thrill to coil low and making things tingle inside me.
Ahh fuck this!!!
I hate it.