Flash Marriage: Sold To The Possessive Daddy Alpha
When ordinary wolf Thalia Emerson is hit by a luxury car, she never expects the owner to be Alpha Cassian Frostclaw-ruthless heir to the most feared pack, a man whose presence alone commands obedience. Desperation drives her to accept an unthinkable deal: three years bound to him in exchange for the money that could save the only family she has left.
For nearly three years, Cassian is absent, leaving Thalia to rebuild her life, chase her dreams, and quietly count down the days to her freedom. Just when she believes the contract will end without consequence, Cassian returns-unannounced, uncompromising, and very much aware of the woman she has become.
What begins as a cold pact slowly unravels into something neither of them planned. As power collides with vulnerability and duty tangles with desire, Thalia must decide whether her heart is merely surviving. or learning to belong.
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Chapter 7
~ALPHA CASSIAN~
"Yes, you will," I ordered. "You're mine to claim and punish, and I'll see that you have and take it all."
Her eyes widened in shock and a soft gasp escaped her as she instinctively clenched her thighs, attempting to hide the slick moisture that gathered between them.
But I wasn't going to allow it.
With a swift movement, my hand pulled her legs apart, wider this time, leaving her fully exposed.
I cupped her pussy and applied just enough pressure between my fingers to make them trace slow circles against her swollen clit.
She flinched with a choked cry, her face flushing an intensely red and her body betraying her inexperience.
"I... It's too much..." she stammered, her voice cracking and her entire body tensing against my strength.
"Shh, I know this is your first time," I murmured, easing my body down to cover hers and pressing my chest into her soft breasts, pinning her beneath me.
"That's why we're taking it slow. Feel my fingers caress your wet folds, teaching you how to crave me. You'll let me guide you, through every stroke, every move. Do you hear me?"
She nodded. Her fingers clawed at my shoulders, her nails digging lightly as I traveled to her neck, planting hot, open-mouthed kisses all over it, even sucking hard enough to leave hickeys against her pale skin.
I moved to her collarbone and then down to her breasts, my tongue teasing the swell of them before I captured her right nipple between my teeth, tugging gently while my fingers continued to delve into her pussy.
She trembled uncontrollably, her back arching sharply, ragged gasps and sharp cries erupting with every nip and lick.
One moment her body would tense as if struck, the next it would arch high, her breaths coming in ragged bursts that puffed against my lips and heaved her chest against my mouth.
"Do you feel how easily my fingers glide through your slick pussy?" I asked, my voice a rough rumble as I slid one thick finger into her tight pussy, her body instantly clenching around it.
She bit her lower lip fiercely, her eyes squeezed shut in a confused mixture of pain and budding desire. "I... I don't know... It feels so strange..."
"Feel every sensation," I ordered softly, drawing the finger in and out slowly while curling it to press against the sensitive spot within her. "This is what it means to be mine; to have your body open and dripping at my touch."
I slipped in a second finger, stretching her more, my thumb caressing her clit in firm, insistent strokes until her hips bucked instinctively, a low groan ripping from her throat as her juices coated my hand and fingers.
I pressed my hips against her thigh, letting her feel the rigid bulge and heat of my cock, the promise of so much more.
Her body jolted, quivering, her thighs clamping around my wrist.
I crashed my mouth onto hers in a hard, bruising kiss, biting down hard enough on her bottom lip to elicit a pained gasp, tasting the confused blend of fear and desire on her tongue.
Her lips were tentative at first but they soon softened as she melted into the kiss, her tongue shyly dancing with mine as I consumed her mouth.
"You are mine," I rasped against her lips, my voice low with possession. "Every pant, every gasp, every last drop of your wetness. All of it."
She tangled her fingers in my hair, pulling me in with slight uncertainty as her body buzzed beneath mine like a live wire.
I pulled my fingers free with a wet tearing sound, bringing them up to her lips. "Taste yourself and see how sweet you're."
She hesitated for a moment, then parted her lips, sucking at my fingers as I guided them between her lips, her tongue tentatively tracing the curve of them.
Then I pulled my boxers off swiftly and my cock sprang free, already coated in precum.I positioned myself at her entrance and rubbed the head against her soaked folds, coating myself further and teasing her clit with every pass, eliciting more little whimpers and squirming movements from her.
"Beg for it," I ordered, holding myself steady, the wide head of my cock nudging insistently at her tight opening.
She didn't say anything, her hands only clenching into the sheets above her head.
With a low groan, I began to push inside of her, agonizingly slow, inch by excruciating inch, her virgin pussy stretching around me like a vise grip.
Her first cry was sharp and ragged, a mixture of pain and surprise, as her walls fluttered and clenched around me.
I pinned her hips down, pressing my forehead against hers and meeting her eyes directly. "Look at me. Feel my cock filling you, claiming your purity. You will endure this; it is mine to take. Do you understand?"
Her eyes were wide, tears glistening as they welled up behind them, her lips trembling and a series of soft whimpers escaping.
"Answer me!" I commanded, delivering a firm spank to her buttocks.
"Yes... Alpha," she breathed, her body shaking beneath me.
I began to thrust slowly, deliberately, pulling out before driving back in deep, letting her get used to the initial sting of my girth and the building friction.
Her pussy became wetter and wetter, sliding more easily around me as I picked up the pace and hammered into her, the slap of our flesh echoing in the room.
With every clench and grip, every desperate moan that escaped her lips, I thrust deeper, my balls aching with the building pressure until I could barely stand it, burying myself more deeply.
She writhed beneath me, nails digging into my back, her body giving way to pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy consumed her.
When she came, it was with a shattered scream, her pussy milking my cock until I could no longer hold myself back. I buried my cock inside of her completely and flooded her with my hot, thick cum.
She looked utterly wretched after this, small, weak. A sheen of sweat coating her body and her breaths coming in ragged gasps.
I pulled her to me and wrapped my arms tightly around her, my hand flat and possessive against her back.
"This is only the beginning," I whispered into her ear.
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