Made for two Alphas

All I wanted was to be loved by Lucian, even if it was wrong.

There would be no more freedom for me now, not that I wanted it anyway. I wanted to be a prisoner of lust, a prisoner of Lucian.

And as I felt him move up and between my legs, I knew it would happen.

I knew that I would be used until my body was spent. Until my mind was consumed by the Alpha who had taken me.

And that would be my own personal hell. But it would also be my heaven.

Because with Lucian, I was free to be whatever I wanted. I was free to embrace my darker desires, even the ones that would haunt my dreams.

I let out a breath as he slowly entered me, his thick sensitive part filling me to the brim. His hands gripped my hips, his thumbs rubbing circles on my skin.

My eyes fluttered closed as he began to pump his hips, making sure that he went deep and slow. I whimpered as my walls clenched around him, as if trying to hold him in.

He wasn’t an average Alpha, nor was he an average human. He was something in between, and it was what made his touch so divine.

I clutched the sheets, crying out as he picked up his pace. My thighs burned and my two feminine parts bounced with the force of his thrusts.

“I’ve been thinking about what you told me,” Lucian said, grinning. “About what you want.”

I groaned, my mouth falling open.

He reached down and grabbed my hips, picking me up. I cried out as he held me there, his hips pumping into me.

“Oh damn!” Lucian growled, leaning forward to pinch one of the buds.

I screamed out, my walls pulsating around him.

“What do you want, princess? Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his lips kissing along my cheek.

“I want you,” I moaned, my body going tight.

He bit down on my earlobe, his teeth grazing my sensitive spot. “Tell me more. Tell me everything.”

I cried out again, unable to think through the pleasure.

“Tell me!” Lucian snarled.

“I want you!” I screamed.

“Where do you want me?” he growled.

“Inside me!”

His hand reached down, his thumb pressing on my most sensitive spot. “Here?”

I nodded my head, my back arching.

He pinched it, making me scream again. “Is that a yes, princess?”

“Yes! That’s a yes!”

“Good girl,” he purred.

I cried out, his body crashing against mine. His hips thrust into me harder now, his knot bumping against my sensitive area.

“Is that what you want? Or do you want more?” he snarled. “ Do you need my knot, pet?”

“I do!” I gasped. “I need it!”

“Then you’ll have to beg me for it,” he snapped.

I whimpered, my walls tightening around him. His thrusts grew even faster and harder, his hand moving up my throat to hold me in place.

“Beg,” he demanded.

“Please!” I sobbed. “Please give it to me, Lucian.”

“You’ll take what you get, that’s how it works.”

His fingers tightened around my neck, his body tensing. I gasped for air, my vision blurring as I felt him swell inside me.

“Please,” I sobbed.

He laughed and leaned down, his fangs sinking into my neck. I screamed out as the pleasure ripped through me, my body burning.

My muscles clenched and my back arched, my hips thrusting up to meet him. I sobbed and screamed, my eyes rolling back.

He continued to thrust into me, making me cry out even louder.

“Be a good girl,” he rasped, his voice hoarse from pleasure.

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Good. You’ll be mine forever, you understand that?”

“Yes."

He bit down harder, and another wave of pleasure crashed over me. My vision darkened and my body went lax, my walls pulsating.

His hips slowed, and he kissed up my neck and along the bruise that marked me. I gasped for breath as his body stilled, his sensitive part still swollen inside me.

“That was good,” he rasped. “You did well.”

I blinked slowly, feeling my body start to recover. His arms were wrapped around me, holding me against him.

I didn’t fight it. I let him hold me, let him keep me safe.

“I’ve missed this,” I heard him whisper.

I frowned, looking up at him in confusion. He stared down at me for a long moment, his eyes filled with a strange emotion.

“It’s been a while,” he said, pulling out of me.

I hissed, feeling him slide out. I watched as he went to the bathroom and cleaned up, coming back with a wet cloth.

He cleaned me too, wiping away the mess. I stared up at him, unsure of what to do. His words hung in the air, and I realized he must have had someone else before.

I wanted to ask him who, but I didn’t. I just let him clean me up and then climb in bed next to me. He wrapped his arms around me, holding my body tight against his.

“Stay,” he whispered.

I closed my eyes, feeling safe in his arms. I didn’t know how long I stayed that way, but eventually, exhaustion took over, and I fell asleep.

I woke up to Lucian leaving the bed, his scent already in the air. I sat up, looking around the room.

It was dark now, the moon high in the sky. The windows were cracked open, the cool breeze blowing across my skin.

I stood up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I still hurt in places and was sore from Lucian, but my body felt more at ease.

I could smell him and Orion still in the air, their scents lingering in the mansion. I went to the window and looked out, peering into the darkness.

There was nothing outside, at least nothing I could see. Just the city, the sound of cars in the distance.

I turned and went back to the bed, looking for clothes. I found a t-shirt and some underwear, pulling them on.

The bathroom has it all. I got clean up, feeling slightly better.

As I looked in the mirror, I noticed that Lucian had marked me again. There were bruises all over my neck, my shoulders, and even my hips.

I looked like a prisoner. Like an Omega who had been owned and used by an Alpha.

I blinked a couple of times, trying not to think of it. Instead, I thought about all the things Orion had told me.