Knotting His Rejected Breeder

SONIA’S POV

He had total control of my mind now. I was nothing without his touch. No—it felt like I would be nothing without his touch. I had tried to fight him off, but he had his way of getting me to yield. All it took were those masterful hands on my bare body, and all I could do was pray not to be drowned by my desire. My heart hammered wildly against my ribs, each beat echoing the storm raging inside me.

I felt his belt begin to come off, and my heart lurched to my mouth. It was the other day all over again. I was going to take him into my mouth, and there was nothing I could do about it. Worse off, I didn’t want to do anything about it. I wanted to taste him like I had done the other time.

There was something so dirty, but dangerously alluring about being on my knees and taking his hardness into my mouth. It was something I wouldn’t consider myself capable of doing on a normal day. There wasn’t any kind of class to it, and my family thrived on being classy. However, that was exactly what made me want to do it. The wildness, the out-of-characterness of it all.

My mouth opened even before it was completely out. Eagerly, I grabbed it and shoved it into my mouth. I saw the shock in his eyes as I began to love on it. My tongue went back and forth, instinctively. As I brought it in and out of my mouth, my hair cascaded all over my face, serving as a hindrance. I was going to move it away when I felt his hand grabbing it and taking it behind me.

The next seconds after, he began to roughly push himself in and out of my mouth. Saliva trickled down the side of my lips as I surrendered to his pleasurable motion.

He was making incomprehensible sounds that came directly from his guts. It was raw, passionate, and downright animalistic. My breasts bounced in front of me as he pushed dangerously into my throat, causing me to gag. Instinctively, I grabbed it and began to massage it the way he had done. It was as if the innocent movement drove him wild. His hold on my hair tightened, and his pace fastened.

Suddenly, he stiffened and threw his head back. "Sonia!" He screamed, and before I knew what was happening, thick moisture shot into my throat, and I swallowed. It tasted weird. I couldn’t describe the exact taste, because I had never tasted anything like that before. Salty, slightly bitter, but strangely intoxicating.

Finally, his hands left my hair, and he staggered back. It was done. That was usually the end. He was going to punish me now. I just hoped I could clean myself first before he did. As I rose to my feet, I felt his hand grab my wrist and pull me. We fell to the ground at the same time, with me falling on his body. His chest was hard and warm beneath me, rising and falling rapidly.

"Where do you think you’re going?" He asked, clearly still trying to catch his breath. His voice was husky, rough around the edges.

"To clean up," I replied truthfully. My cheeks burned with embarrassment.

"Why? We’re not done yet."

"We’re not?" My eyes opened wide. "But—"

He silenced me with a kiss. In a split second, I was laid on the ground, and he was on top of me. His weight pressed me into the floor, heavy but not crushing. "Choose, the ground, or on your bed?"

I didn’t even understand what was happening, yet he was asking me to choose? What was going to happen on the ground or my bed? I wanted to ask him, but I didn’t want to risk turning this moment into a violent battle ground.

"My bed," I replied. My voice came out breathy, barely audible.

In a twinkle, he had me in his arms and on his way to my room. I don’t know how he knew that exact room was mine, but he carried me all the way to my bed and dropped me on it. The mattress dipped under our combined weight as he followed. When I looked again, that was when I realised somewhere between me loving his hardness and him tugging at my hair, he had completely taken off his clothes. He was stark naked before me, and it stole my breath away.

I thought I would be afraid when I saw him in all of his glory, especially in such close proximity, seeing he was standing above the bed. But that wasn’t the case. I was fascinated. I wanted to reach out and touch him. To feel him, so I could feel his strength. The hard lines of his muscles, the way his chest rose and fell, the sheer power radiating from him — it was overwhelming.

"You need to be punished," he said, and I shuddered reactively. The words sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and dark anticipation.

I should have known. He was going to punish me. Perhaps tie me up with something and beat me up with his belt. Looking around, I began to search for an escape route. If I could jump out of the bed and dash into the bathroom, I could lock it from within. But would I spend the rest of my life there? No! He was going to still find a way to come in.

"Not in the kind of way you’re thinking," he said, as if reading my mind. His voice was low, almost teasing.

He climbed up the bed and attacked the strings of my dress. Slowly, he took them down my arms and out of it. He lowered the gown until they were bunched up on my waist. From my stomach up, I was now totally bare to him. The cool night air kissed my skin, making my nipples tighten instantly.

I wasn’t sure how to feel about that, so I covered my eyes and turned my head to the side. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears.

I heard the sound of a chuckle, and stilled my body. It couldn’t possibly have come from him, right? He wasn’t that cool with me to make light of the situation. But as I peeked through the space in my fingers, I could see the corner of his lips twitching with what was a semblance of a smile. The sight made something warm bloom in my chest, unexpected and frightening.

My heart skipped a beat when he said, "Lift your legs."

I hurried and did what he asked me to do. The gown left my body, and I heard its sound when it landed on the ground. I was now totally naked in front of him. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen me naked before, but this was different. This was more intimate. The veil was gone, and intentions were starting to shine through.

My wolf surged in anticipation. She couldn’t stop purring. The sound vibrated deep inside me, urging me closer to him.

I waited, but there was no movement from his end. Taking a bold step, I removed my hand from my face and opened my eyes. There he was, staring at me with an expression I couldn’t fully comprehend. It was deep and dark, yet dangerously seductive. He was staring through me, into the deepest secrets of my soul.

"You’re beautiful," he blurted out, and I could see the shock in his eyes. He didn’t expect to say that either, and it was what made me believe it to be true.

His fingers found their way to my forehead. From there, it drew a line down to the cleft of my breasts where it stopped. The touch was feather-light, sending sparks across my skin.

"You can’t ever challenge my authority, Sonia," he said, as he came dangerously close to my nipples. His breath ghosted over them, making them pebble even harder.

I had my breath held together, and in that moment, was ready to do whatever he wanted me to do.

"You belong to me. Your soul, your spirit, and your body. In all of its totality, you belong to me."

I thought I still had one more fight in me. But when he lowered his head and his tongue touched one nipple, I completely surrendered to his will. The wet heat of his mouth sent a bolt of pleasure straight between my legs.

"Yes Alpha, you own me!" I moaned out in pleasure. The words slipped out before I could stop them, raw and true.