Knotting His Rejected Breeder

SONIA’S POV

His hands around my neck were supposed to hurt. The pressure he was applying was supposed to make it hurt. So it came as a surprise to me that it did the exact opposite of what it was supposed to do. Instead of fear, a warm rush spread through my body, making my skin tingle and my thighs press together.

My wolf was at full attention now, panting hard inside me.

"You’re aroused." I felt his tongue trace the shell of my ear, slow and wet, making his words send rippling waves all over my body. His breath was hot, his voice low and rough.

"I don’t understand," I whispered, because I truly couldn’t comprehend what was happening to my body and my soul. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. I had never felt this way before. My nipples had grown tight against the thin silk of my gown, and there was a strange wetness building between my legs that made me feel ashamed and excited at the same time.

"You will."

He spun me around to face him, and then lifted my chin with a finger. His touch was firm, almost possessive. His dark eyes locked on mine, burning with something I couldn’t name but could feel deep in my belly.

"How desperate are you?" He questioned me, his voice thick with hunger.

"I—"

"Show me," he said, and with a great force, pushed me to the ground.

I fell directly on both knees, my head facing his thighs directly. The impact sent a small jolt through my body, but it didn’t hurt. The short silk gown rode up my thighs, the soft fabric sliding against my skin and exposing more of my legs. The thin straps had slipped off one shoulder, leaving my skin bare and sensitive to the cool air in the room.

My heart began to thump faster as my wolf jumped and purred in excitement. Goosebumps covered my skin in anticipation for whatever he was about to do.

I heard the sound of a zipper which made me realise he had changed from the robe he wore before, to a more laid back look. The metallic sound echoed in the quiet room, making my breath catch.

His hands gripped the waistline of his pants, playing patiently with it. He was teasing me, dragging it down just a little before pulling it back up. I wasn’t sure what he was doing. I just knew it excited me beyond words.

I felt moisture build between my thighs, and locked my knees together. The silk gown felt damp against my skin now, clinging to me in a way that made me feel exposed and needy.

"How desperate are you?" He asked again, his voice deeper this time.

I barely heard him because my eyes were fixed on the waistband that hadn’t come undone. He just played with it, as if he was going to lower it, only to drag it up before I could even see an outline.

"So beautiful," he breathed into my face. His words sent a fresh wave of heat through me.

Before my body could react to it, his hand went roughly behind my head, and the hand holding his pants from falling pulled away.

In a split second, I was facing his hardness.

My eyes widened without any sign of returning to their normal size. I had read in books about the girths of men. This was the most fascinating I had ever seen. It was thick, long, and caused shivers to rock my body. The head was smooth and flushed, a small bead of moisture glistening at the tip. The veins along the shaft stood out, pulsing slightly.

"Take me in your mouth," he commanded in a sharp vibrato.

I didn’t know what that meant. I just stared cluelessly at his rod dangling in my face. My cheeks burned hotter. I had never done anything like this before. My innocence made me hesitate, but my wolf pushed me forward with desperate need.

"I said, take me!"

His hand grabbing my head propelled me forward, and subconsciously, my mouth opened up.

His hardness invaded my mouth, until it was filled to the brim. I could feel him at the back of my throat, stretching me beyond comfort. The taste was salty and masculine, filling my senses completely. My eyes watered, but I didn’t pull away.

My eyes rolled to the back as he pulled out and shoved it in again. Over and over, he did that, until my wolf began to purr nonstop. The sound of wet sucking filled the room, mixing with his low groans. Each thrust made my lips stretch wide around him, my tongue pressing against the underside instinctively.

"Good, you’re ready. Love it."

My wolf instincts took over, and I began to bob my head back and forth. It was hard at first. Because of how huge he was, it was difficult to get a rhythm that didn’t feel like my throat was being ripped apart. Saliva dripped from the corners of my mouth, running down my chin and onto the silk gown, making the fabric stick to my breasts.

However, as I slowly bobbed my head, I began to get the hang of it. I even found it pleasurable. The daughter of Alpha Fenris on her knees. There was an alluring darkness to it that made my core throb with need.

My eyes shot up as I moved my head in rhythm, and saw Ramon’s eyes shut tightly, his jaw clenched. His hand tightened in my hair, guiding me.

"Just like that," he said, and the inflections in his voice were different. Fascinating even. His breath came out in rough pants, his chest rising and falling faster.

It made me add more vigour to my movements. The moment I did, he hissed between his teeth, and grabbed a fistful of my hair.

The seconds after that frazzled into a blur, as he began to dig deeper into my throat. His hips rocked forward, pushing more of his thick length into my mouth. I gagged softly but kept going, my hands resting on his strong thighs for balance. The muscles under my palms were hard and tense.

His grunts became louder, and his breath more laborious. The wet sounds of my mouth working on him filled the room, mixing with my soft whimpers.

He suddenly stiffened, and threw his head back.

The growl that came out of his throat was unlike anything I had ever heard before. It was pure, raw, and simply animalistic. His whole body trembled as he held my head in place.

My mouth subconsciously opened wider, and he pulled out of me, but positioned himself directly on my face.

"Sonia!" He screamed out my name, and his hand on my hair only tightened. His voice was hoarse and broken with pleasure.

His seed spread sporadically all over my face. Hot, thick ropes landed on my cheeks, my lips, and even my chin. Some dripped down onto the silk gown, staining the delicate fabric. The scent was strong and masculine, marking me in the most primal way.

I stared at him in utter fascination. It was like I was seeing him for the first time. And even if it wasn’t for the first time, I was seeing him in a different light. His chest heaved, sweat glistening on his skin, his eyes half-closed in satisfaction.

His hold on my hair loosened, and he staggered back a step.

"Who are you?" he asked amidst catching his breath. His voice was rough, almost disbelieving.

"No, who are you?" I flipped it on him, my own voice coming out soft and shaky.

My face was wet and heavy. My mouth hurt more than anything. My jaw felt like it couldn’t close anymore. Even my hair did not escape the throbbing pain. But nothing compared to the fascination of what I had just experienced. My body was still trembling, my core aching with unfulfilled need.

"Stand up!" He was saying when the door opened.

My head whipped behind and saw Lorena.

"How could you?!" She screamed, charging at me. Her eyes were wild with anger and hurt.

"What are you doing here?" I heard Ramon call, as he stepped forward, blocking her from reaching me.

She began to hit him instead, as I cowered behind in staggering fear. My hands came up to cover my face, still sticky with his release. The silk gown felt ruined against my skin.

"Stop it!" He screamed at her.

"Or what?!" She returned. "I was here first. I met you first! How could you go to her? How could you—" she burst into tears and continued hitting him.

"I said stop it!" He lifted her from the ground and threw her over his shoulders.

"Lock the door," he commanded me behind his shoulders, as he walked out with a hysterical Lorena.

My body was shivering uncontrollably. It took me a few more minutes before I was able to gather myself enough to crawl to the door, and lock it. My knees felt weak, my thighs sticky, and the taste of him still lingered on my tongue.

What had started as an enigmatic experience had turned bitter really quick.

Now, as I laid on the bed, I began to shudder. The silk gown clung to my body, damp in places from sweat and other fluids. I pulled the thin blanket over myself, but it did little to stop the trembling.

I knew. I knew that when dawn came, I would meet a worse Alpha Ramon. Because Lorena had come. She would undo whatever progress getting on my knees had begun.