The Alpha's Omega Mate-Chapter 56: Pleasure and Pain.

~Dahlia’s POV~

I didn’t hear the next words the Beta said. I couldn’t even bring myself to pay attention as I was distracted by Alpha Zarek’s wide grin.

Alpha Zarek pulled his lips away from mine and just when I thought he was about to quit his assault on me, he wrapped one hand around my neck—not with enough force to block my airflow, but just enough to feel it. To feel how fragile I was against him. He then kissed my lips with a passion so fierce, it felt like my soul was being drunk.

The kiss was not like those whispered amongst the slaves in the palace. There was nothing soft about it. It was damming. Condescending. Possessive.

He claimed my mouth over and over again, and when I refused him permission to slip his tongue into my mouth, he bit my lower lip so hard that I cried out in both pain and pleasure. Taking the cue, he stuck his tongue in, claiming everything that I was greedily. Branding me as his in one fierce kiss.

I melted against him when his hands soon began to trail up my exposed thighs in feverish motions— I do not know when my clothes left my skin— and then he suddenly slipped his fingers into my warmth.

My pussy clenched around his finger as a nerve shattering cry escaped my lips and with tears of pleasure slipping down my eyes, I cursed, cried... let out a string of expletives... But he didn’t stop. If anything, that even seemed to edge him on.

"Shhh," he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear, "...don’t scream so loud, wolf. You don’t want the entire fortress to know about the filthy things that I do to you. Do you?"

I shook my head, crying. "No -no."

"Good girl." He praised and without another word, buried his fingers so deep, I was sure he could feel my soul if he wanted to.

Tears leaked out of my eyes as he plunged his finger into me at a nerve wracking pace. And just when I felt like I had been stretched to my limits and that I could possibly pass out from everything he was doing to me, he added another finger... and another, until he was pushing all three fingers into me... unraveling me and laying me bare before him.

I writhed, cried, thrashed, moaned but he wouldn’t stop. His pace wouldn’t decrease and his grip around my neck wouldn’t loosen. He continued to finger fuck me until tiny stars appeared in my line of vision... and until my bones melted and I couldn’t hold myself together anymore. The pains of my heat were long forgotten and all that remained now was pleasure. Intense crazy pleasure.

Now, I was nothing but a writhing mess. My orgasm came like a storm, crashing into me, and I cried out, quaking, crumbling before him. Cumming on his fingers still buried inside of me.

He rode me until my orgasm waned and then he slipped out of me, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Good girl," he praised again, causing a faint blush to stain my cheeks. My eyes widened when he brought the fingers to my mouth, and with a determined frown, commanded;

"Now taste yourself."

At first, I was stunned so much that I froze, unmoving, unwilling to do what was told. Alpha Zarek didn’t move either. He remained propped over me but careful enough that his weight wouldn’t crush me.

From this position, I could clearly see his eyes... and the intensity lurking behind each orb. "Lick yourself." He said again and this time, I didn’t wait for him to repeat himself.

Like a paid whore, I parted my lips and took his fingers into my mouth, moaning lowly when I tasted myself on his flesh. It was nothing like I’ve had before... smooth yet with a hint of acidic undertone to it.

He slammed his mouth against mine again and when it dawned on me that he could taste me too this way, I nearly went mad.

I arched my back, spreading my legs as I thrashed like a wanton. I cried out in desperation, unsure as to why I wanted him to penetrate me. Hell, I wasn’t even sure that he would; but when he did, he did it in one swift move and the loudest cry tore out from the back of my throat when I felt his length force its way into my vagina.

He was too big... too massive. It felt like I had been divided into two.

"I feel too full..." I cried out but if he heard me, he gave no indication that he did.

And then he began to plunder into me.

"Gosh... you’re too big, I’m too full. I can’t take it!" I cried out, with my legs quaking with untapped energy.

"You’ll take it. You’ll take me. I am yours as you are mine." He groaned.

As painful and deep as his thrusts were, they lit my body with an inexplicable kind of pleasure. I cried but this couldn’t satisfy the growing hunger in the depths of my belly. It couldn’t sate the hungry monster deep inside of me that he’s managed to evoke.

Suddenly, he flipped me over in such a way that I laid flat on my stomach but before I had the chance to react, he latched both hands on my hips, and using them to propel me forward, he slammed into me from behind with a force that made tiny stars dance before my eyes.

All through the night, he made intense love to me until I could no longer feel the pain of my heat. It was both painful and pleasurable and he had an impressive size, one that I was sure I wouldn’t have been able to handle, save for the several emotions he had managed to invoke in my body.

He didn’t go slow, neither was he easily sated, and after so many rounds of sex and so many different positions, he finally pulled out of me, groaning as he poured his seed into me.

And then he smacked me so hard, I fell into the sheets, whimpering as my womanhood pulsated with satisfaction.

When he was finally done with me, I could feel the awkwardness return, but there was something else besides the awkwardness that simmered just underneath my skin;

And it was the fact that I had seen through his lie.

I do not know what games Alpha Zarek was playing but now I was sure as hell that he had his memory. He’d called me little wolf... and had touched me in ways that felt familiar.

However, I was snapped out of these thoughts when I felt the heaviness of his arm around my stomach, and then he pulled me into a crushing hold, closing his eyes as he slipped into sleep.

Maybe tomorrow I will think about all of these and probably worry about how my heat has pushed me into another uncomfortable sexual encounter. But for now, I wouldn’t.

I would savour this evening and pretend it never happened if I was ever asked.