Captive Of The Alpha
Chapter 105

Sara.

Hearing her name coming from the lips of that cold wolf who always kept his distance from her, but almost breathlessly and with an excited tone made Sara’s whole body tremble and a marked blush covered her cheeks and spread down her neck.

What on earth?

She was used to the always cold Siran, not this wolf who could have a deep voice and make her heart pound. She wondered what he would be like in s*x, if his eyes would sparkle, if his fangs would lengthen, his strong bare chest rising and falling wet and shiny with sweat. She was a virgin wolf, but she had fantasized about Siran so many times over the last few years, and yet to be shocked by the truth was shocking in the extreme.

She felt him stir slightly and opened her mouth to let out a slight m**n.

Sara raised herself up on her elbow and looked down at him with narrowed eyes. Her orbs were beginning to turn a deep gold with arousal at the surface of her skin. She couldn’t help it the wolf was exuding pheromones filling the room.

She didn’t know if he was aware that she was with him, but that he was dreaming about her was a fact. And that he was reacting that way couldn’t mean anything else. She smiled contentedly as she finally got some attention from the wolf she swore would be the father of her pups.

She didn’t want to touch him yet, only deign to admire him. The broad chest rising and falling excitedly and as she imagined it slightly moist. Slowly he reached up and touched over the skin of one of the pecs, without pressure and brought his finger back to his mouth, feeling the salty taste of the wolf on his taste buds. Between that and the wolf’s scent she could swear she was completely wet. And apparently the wolf could smell it because its nose flaps were twitching.

He kept lowering his gaze until it moved down her beautiful, hard abs until it stopped at the bulge that bulged and bulged under the fabric. Sara swallowed hard.

She wouldn’t lie, she’d seen Siran naked several times, they were wolves, it was a normal thing, she wouldn’t deny that she’d seen every part of him, but that thing that showed there was much bigger than she remembered. Hades had given her warnings and taught her about wolf breeding methods between the classes taught in the pack, as well as who she should bond with so she wouldn’t make mistakes. He was very protective of her, especially when she was more of a pup, only with Siran had he not hindered her.

Carefully she ran her fingers over the cloth where the wolf’s member was and found it warm. She had to admit she was a bold wolf despite Hades always trying to correct her to no avail, but this time she felt really shy. Curious but shy.

Siran whimpered again and she startled. His face contorted into a grimace of pleasure and she… she… wanted to help him. He was already thinking about himself, her giving him a hand wouldn’t make a difference would it?

And though she felt a little ashamed of what she was about to do, her excitement was greater. She had fallen in love at first sight with her protector’s beta as soon as she had seen him and to be able to touch him like this was like a miracle.

So carefully, and moving as little as possible, she swung one leg over his thighs and sat down, trying to put as little weight on it as possible. The still covered e******n remained in front of her. She waited a few seconds to check the wolf’s reaction but he only seemed to be still in his erotic dream.

Sara smiled and brought one hand forward and rested it on the e******n. Her whole palm covered only a part of it and she felt it throbbing between her fingers. She shuddered at the touch even though it was not to her body. She had never imagined this was so erotic.

-Sa… sa… sa…” the soft murmurs came from the beta’s mouth stimulating her even more if possible.

The more confident she-wolf began to move her hand up and down the wolf’s e******n, creating a gentle, erotic friction that made the wolf’s abdomen contract. And so she kept up the steady motion, reveling in the high-pitched m***s and grunts of Siran asleep, the way the e******n throbbed hard, announcing that he was about to cum.

And she felt it. Startled, she lowered her head and found that beneath her palm something was beginning to swell. Maybe that was the knot. Her mouth wanted to open. Hades had explained to her what the knot was and the importance of fertilisation during the heat, even the stimulation for both parties. But she had never felt or seen one, so it was new to her.

Was Siran knotting her in her dream?

The thought made her shudder and tighten her grip on his e******n until the fabric began to moisten until it was almost transparent with spurts of semen. A knotty, masculine o****m.

Sara was only fascinated and more so by the wolf’s contorted face of pleasure as the veins in her throat tightened and long, glistening fangs battered her lower l*p. The she-wolf could only fall more in love with this image. The pheromones became so thick they made her m**n, shudder and believe that she too had reached the cusp untouched, only by sight and smell. God and how good it had been.

But the thrill didn’t last long.

The wolf’s eyes suddenly opened, fully golden, absent of irises, glittering above the darkness. And the frown began to furrow painfully.

The pheromones in the room that had once excited her now suffocated her so much that she could barely breathe, and she began to tremble with fear.

-What are you doing here,” the wolf’s voice was so low and high that the walls shook.

Reflexively terrified by the change and the image of Siran brutally upset, Sara jumped backwards feeling her legs give way under her weight and she fell backwards onto the floor. She whimpered but apparently that sound only further alerted the wolf.

Sara didn’t think it would end like this. She could only watch as a full wolf shadow reared up, baring its fangs and bristling its back, and lunged at her. Sara only had time to turn and run out of the room, feeling his claws claw at her arm as she dodged, before running out the door and shutting it.

She ran, she ran so fast and with her heart racing. Worst of all, tears were running down her cheeks after the events.

He didn’t understand.

She didn’t really understand what was happening.

First she found him dreaming about her and the next second he wanted to rip her head off. He wanted to kill her. He sobbed loudly.

He thought that at least for Siran he was someone to be reckoned with, at least that was what he had shown now, but, apparently, meeting reality had been quite a shock for him. After all, dreams were only dreams.

And Siran loving her as she loved him was just that… a mere dream with no future.