Seducing And Playing My Alphas

Zaria's POV 

His words settled over me like a dark cloud: I am all you have left now."

The room suddenly felt suffocating, the walls closing in on me. His grip on my waist was firm and his cedarwood and frost scent filled my nostrils -a reminder of the bond between us despite everything.

I searched his face for the guilt I had seen earlier, but it was gone. His eyes had darkened with lust, desperation and possession.

"Callum....." I whispered, my voice breaking.

I wanted to push him away. I wanted to hate him. But I didn't. Because the truth was, despite everything, despite the betrayal and agony tearing my heart apart, a part of me still wanted him. A part of me still believed this was truly necessary, if I wanted to survive and remain by his side.

He tilted his head forward and kissed me and this time I didn't resist. It was slow and lingering at first but the moment my lips parted, he became possessive. Like I was his and he would never let me go.

"You want this," he whispered, dipping his tongue inside my mouth and caressing the entire interior of my mouth. Then his hand found my ass, rubbing and slapping it through my panties and dress.

Despite myself, heat rose inside me. And I began moving my tongue against his. 

"I hate you," I choked, but my body betrayed me. My hands were already tangled in his hair, and the kiss only got more intense.

By the time he terminated the kiss, I was already feeling warm inside.

"Then hate me while I make you mine." He stood up slowly, unbuttoning his shirt, while I lay on the bed, my mind spinning.

Was this survival or surrender? My parents' blood was still fresh , yet I was, tangled with the son of their killer. 

If I did this, Callum could protect me from his father and when the time is right, I will strike and avenge my parents death. But could I really trust him?

"Tell me to stop," he said, his voice pulling me out of my thoughts. His lips trailed my neck, kissing and biting softly and his hands sliding beneath my dress, caressing my ass.

I should have.

But I didn't.

I needed to do this-for my survival. For my revenge.

Instead, I arched into his touch, burning and soothing at the same time.

His hands found the straps of my dress, undoing them with deliberate slowness.

"You're so beautiful, Zaria," he murmured, pulling the fabric above my head. Heat pooled up in my stomach as he reached for my brassier, he undid the clasp and pulled the strap over my shoulders, removing the cups from my full tits. He reached for the side of my panties and slide it down my thighs.

Then his lips were on my breast, his tongue flicking over the hardened nipple. I gasped, my nails digging into his arms.

"Ever sensitive," he groaned, biting and teasing my nipples. 

My breath hitched as he took the other nipples in his hand, rolling and pinching it with his fingers. He then kneaded my breasts, holding as much flesh as he could. 

Then his hand trailed down, parting my thighs apart. A slow, featherlight touch around my pussy, teasing, testing.

"Callum -"

"Relax, my little wolf," he murmured. "I'll be gentle." With that he pushed two fingers inside my wet, tight and throbbing sheath.

I trembled, overwhelmed, burning.

"You're soaked already," he murmured against my nipple in his mouth.

I whimpered to his fingers curling inside me.....just hitting the right spot. Yes, yes...there. He thrust his fingers in and then out, fucking me roughly, my thighs trembling from the thrill.

With shame and need tangling together, I moved my hips against his fingers which were barely enough, barely there.

"Tell me to stop and I will."

But I didn't.

Because I wanted this. I wanted him, even though I had convinced myself that it was for survival.

He gave my nipples one last long suck, before he removed his mouth. "Beg me to fuck you," he said. "Beg me to make you mine."

And just as if his words controlled my brain, the word slipped out before I could stop them. "Pleaseeeeeeee." My legs trembled as my arousal came rushing out of my pussy.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear that." With that, he removed his fingers and dipped them in his mouth, tasting my arousal.

"Just as sweet as ever," he murmured, licking his fingers with his eyes closed, savouring my taste.

He reached for his belt, and quickly unbuckled it. His slide his trousers down, revealing his cock straining over his briefs. Then he slid down the fabric and threw them aside. His cock was upright, and hardened.

It was my first time, and the thought of something as huge buried inside me, made my heart raced. 

Am I really doing this? 

Was this really necessary?

Questions ran through my mind, but even though it wasn't. I had been too far too gone to stop now.

My parents' face flooded my mind. This is vile. I shouldn't do this-

Before I could push him off me, he pressed his cock against my entrance, and I lost my will to fight once more. Then he clasped my hands together, held it above my head and  thrust inside me, slow, deep, stretching me apart.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh," I let out a throaty cry as pain and pleasure exploded through me. I tried to free my hands but he didn't let me. I guess he was prepared for this.

"Breathe, Zaria," he murmured, kissing my temple, his body trembling against mine.

"You're too hard," I gasped.

"I'll make it better," he promised.

And he did. His movements slowed down but it didn't stop the pain. His hands left mine, gripping my thighs, holding me open, taking me apart.

"You're mine," he groaned, his movements turning rougher, more desperate.

The pain. The pleasure. They were building fast, sending thrill through me. It was so.....intense. "Callum-" I cried out, my body convulsing around him.

"I know, baby." His thumb found my clit, rubbing slow in tight circles. "I'm cuminggggg-"

He leaned closer to me, the moment his teeth sank into my neck, a fire erupted inside me. A rush of pain and pleasure flooded my veins. It was ancient. It was undeniable. My body and soul recognised him. I have been marked and our bond had been sealed.

"Arghhhhhhhh," I screamed, my nails digging into his shoulders and  I orgasmed.

He thrust deeper, deeper, deeper, groaning my name. "Zariaaaaaaaaaaa." Then he also spilled inside me, breathless."

He didn't come out immediately, he collapsed on me, and rested his head on my breasts.

"I will protect you, Zaria. I promise," he murmured, still catching his breath.

Believing in his promise, I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face on his head.

A tear escaped my eyes, but I didn't regret it.

I loved him, and this was necessary-for now.