Alina’s POV
A dark smirk curled my lips the mont the word left his mouth.
"Say it again," I ordered, voice low and sweet like poison.
Lucian’s breath hitched. His hands trembled as they gripped my waist, pulling flush against him. "I’ll be a good boy," he rasped, desperate, starving. His lips brushed mine, hungry and pleading.
I let him taste for one heartbeat—then shoved him hard. His back hit the mattress with a heavy thud. Before he could recover, I straddled his hips, pinning him down with my weight and my glare.
"Hands above your head," I snapped. "Don’t you dare move them unless I say so."
He obeyed instantly, arms stretching up, fingers curling into the sheets. His cock was already rock-hard, flushed and leaking, twitching under my gaze. I could see how much he loved this—being helpless beneath .
I reached down, wrapped my fingers around his thick length, and stroked him once, slow and cruel. His hips jerked up, chasing my touch.
"Pathetic," I whispered, smiling as I dragged my soaked pussy along his shaft, coating him in my slick without letting him inside. "Look at you... big bad alpha, reduced to this. Begging with your eyes like a desperate little slut."
"Please..." he groaned, voice breaking.
I gripped his hair tightly, yanking his head back so he had to look up at . "Please what?"
"Please ride ... please let inside you, Alina. I need it. I’ll be so fucking good—"
I sank down on him in one brutal motion, taking every inch until he was buried to the hilt. A raw, guttural moan tore from his throat.
"Fuuuck—" he slurred, eyes rolling back.
I didn’t move. I just sat there, clenching around him, letting him feel how wet and hot I was while I refused to give him any friction.
His hips bucked desperately.
I slapped his chest hard. "I said don’t move."
He whimpered—actually whimpered—and forced himself still, breathing ragged.
Only then did I start rolling my hips, slow and torturous, lifting almost all the way off before sinking back down again. Every ti he tried to thrust up, I stopped completely and squeezed his throat lightly with my hand.
"You don’t get to fuck ," I purred, leaning down so my lips brushed his ear. "I fuck you. Understand?"
"Yes—yes, fuck, I’m sorry—"
I rode him harder, faster, the wet slap of skin echoing through the room. His cock felt incredible stretching , but I kept my pace cruel—bringing him right to the edge, then slowing down again the mont his balls tightened and his moans turned frantic.
Every ti I slowed, he let out a broken, tortured sound that made my own pussy throb.
"Look at ," I demanded, tugging his hair again.
His eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide with lust and sothing darker—pure, blissful surrender. The big, scarred rogue alpha was falling apart underneath , and he loved every second of the tornt.
"You’re getting even harder when I hurt you," I taunted, nails digging into his chest hard enough to leave marks. "Does it turn you on when I treat you like this? When I use you?"
He nodded frantically, lips parted, completely wrecked. "Yes... fuck yes... hurt more. Please—"
I laughed softly, dark and delighted, then leaned down and bit his neck hard—right over his pulse. He cried out, hips jerking involuntarily as his cock pulsed inside .
I imdiately stopped moving again.
"No—no, please don’t stop," he begged, voice hoarse. "Alina, I’m so close—please let co—"
I sat up straighter, rolling my hips in slow, shallow circles that gave him almost nothing. His cock throbbed helplessly inside , but I refused to give him the friction he craved.
"You co when I say you can," I murmured, voice low and sweet. "Not a second before. And right now..." I clenched around him viciously, muscles rippling in a cruel, deliberate squeeze, "...I want to hear you beg like the desperate, broken little puppy you are."
Lucian’s breath hitched, his hands fisting the sheets so hard his knuckles went white. His alpha scent—thick, smoky, and desperate—flooded the room.
"Please, Alina..." he whimpered, voice cracking. "I need to cum. Please let cum."
A dark thrill shot through . I still didn’t fully understand how much I loved this—how natural it felt to hold an alpha completely at my rcy. But goddess, I did. I loved the way he looked up at with glassy, pleading eyes. I loved the power humming under my skin. This was exactly what I was made for.
I leaned down, brushing my lips against his ear. "Good boy."
Then I slapped him—hard—across the face.
The sharp crack echoed through the room. Lucian’s head snapped to the side with a broken moan, and I felt him swell even thicker inside , knot threatening to pop even though I hadn’t allowed it.
"Fuck—" he gasped.
I didn’t give him ti to recover. I planted my hands on his chest and rode him hard, fast, rciless, taking exactly what I wanted while denying him everything. His hips jerked up desperately, chasing release, but I controlled every movent.
Just as his thighs started to shake and his breathing turned ragged, I lifted myself off him completely.
Lucian let out a wrecked, frustrated cry. His hand flew to his cock, stroking himself frantically as thick ropes of cum spilled over his abs and chest. He ca hard, trembling, whimpering my na like a prayer.
I watched him with a cool, satisfied smile.
"Pathetic," I said softly.
His eyes fluttered open, hazy with pleasure, and a shy, blissed-out smile curved his lips as he looked up at .
"Get out of my bed," I ordered, voice calm but firm.
He nodded imdiately, still breathing hard, and rolled off the mattress. He stood there naked for a mont, chest heaving, watching with open adoration.
"You’re really good at this," he said, voice hoarse.
I allowed myself a small smile.
"I must have done sothing right in my past life," he continued, tone daring and warm, "for the Moon Goddess to bless with a queen like you."
My smile faded.
"It’s late, Lucian. You should go." My voice was steady, controlled. "And I don’t think you should co in here again unless I call for you."
He lowered his gaze respectfully, even as a small, secret smile played on his lips. "I know. I missed you too much... I couldn’t stop myself. It won’t happen again, my Queen."
I loved the way those words sounded on his tongue. I didn’t let the smile show.
I watched in silence as he pulled on his clothes. When he was dressed, he looked back at one last ti.
"Love you," he said with a playful wink.
Then he climbed through the window and jumped down with easy alpha grace.
The mont he was gone, I collapsed back onto the bed, pressing my face into the pillow that still slled like him. A slow, uncontrollable smile spread across my face.
Was I really this dominant?
Had I always been like this... and only now discovered it?
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