On The Alphas' Bed

Chapter 5 Amber Whyte. I woke up to my sheets soaked with my cum. My slick thighs trembled. All ten fingers wrapped around my pussy folds twitched nonstop. The night was long. Unforgiving. Torturing. I barely slept. Barely shut my tired eyes. I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Couldn't concentrate. Not after what I saw last night. Not after knowing how wild he would still be plunging into my sister's hole. Not after their groans still stuck to my head, replaying as if on a fucking loop. Not after I lost count of how many times I touched myself after my episode in the shower. Still, it was not enough. Not enough to quell this mad hunger lodged between my legs. Not enough to satisfy my dark desires. And still... I dreamt of him. Elion. His monstrous cock stuffed into my pussy, filling every inch until it expanded to accommodate only half his length. I exploded for him. Multiple times. When I thought my pussy was dry from how excessive my orgasms descended, it poured out again, like a fountain. Elion not only infiltrated my dream. He invaded my thoughts. I swore I talked to him dirty in my dreams. By the Moon goddess, I called him Daddy. Not Elion. Not Alpha. Just Daddy. And he responded with a dark, carnal smirk enough to make my knees wobble. I swore I could still hear his filthy talk from my dream. His promises. His threats. His desires. They echoed in my head on replay. "Be a good girl for Daddy and choke on this dick." "Good. Touch yourself. Fuck yourself hard because next time, I'll show you what real pleasure is. I will stretch that dirty cunt until there is nothing left." A soft moan escaped from my cracked throat as warm liquid ran freely from my vagina, staining the sheets. I heaved a sigh, swallowing hard as my eyes swept across the mess I created. Nowhere was spared. My body was soaked in my cum. It ran from the hair of my head to the heel of my feet. It was messy. But I remained fused to the bed, reminiscing over last night. I wasn't ashamed. And by chance it happens? I would gladly do it again. Fuck myself again. Think about him again. Moan his name during my orgasm again. Dream about him again. I rose up, peeling my sticky clothes from my body and discarding them into the laundry. I did the same to the sheets. I grabbed my towel, wrapped it around my figure, and walked over to the only tiny window that ventilated the room to open it. I wish I didn't. Because he was standing downstairs. Elion. In his glory. Dominating force. Clad in his signature outfit– black shirt, black pants, black leather jacket. Black boots. Eyes like fire. Lips like poison. Muscles flexed in unison as he barked commands at his Beta. His face glowed brightly under the warmth of the morning sun. His black jet finger brushed hair to the side, swaying in the wind. Damn! He was so fine. I could watch him forever. But the moment his voice rang in my ears. I felt something charge up my clit. Gently at first, like a tingle, but it vibrated with full force, forcing me to collapse on my knees. Shamelessly, I parted my thighs wide, guiding my fingers on my glistened thighs before rubbing my clitoris. My eyes remained fixed on him as I screamed from pleasure. From how sensitive my clit was. I licked my lips greedily, throwing my head back as beads of tears trickled down my eyes. I didn't stop. I couldn't. Every circling was met with a more aggressive one that left me shuddering in excitement. My stomach formed multiple knots the more my fingers worked tirelessly, sinking in and out of my pussy. A knock on my door jolted me from cloud nine. But I didn't stop. Not until I've gotten rid of this ache. It didn't take long before my orgasm shot out of me, leaving me convulsing with pleasure. My eyes darted to Elion once more. The man who made me cum without touching me. All he had to do was just breathe, exist. That was how much power he had over me. Finally, I took a shower, changed into the old casual clothes that Penelope handed to me because there was a delay in sewing my uniform. Hours later, I got busy scrubbing the dirt off the wall in another building a few yards from the Pack house. Although my work was only restricted to the Pack house, Delilah insisted I scrub the walls and the floors until my fingers bled. She wanted them spotlessly clean until her reflection stared back at her from the wall. It was impossible. But who am I to turn down her request? When I was done, I found myself in the Pack stable, tending to horses and cleaning the environment. It was a few distance away from the Packhouse, stationed behind it. Delilah had instructed that my lunch break should be used to tend to the horses and my siesta should be canceled. My stomach gnawed in hunger and my bones cracked in exhaustion. Tears burned at the back of my eyes as the image of Delilah plastering my breakfast on my head replayed in my head. A day never crosses without her public humiliation. Yet I endured. I concluded that if she refused to let me have dinner, I would sneak into the kitchen and steal some. It's been days since I've eaten. "Amber! There you are." I turned to look behind me as I was startled by the noise. Before me was Penelope. She was also a maid in the Packhouse and an Omega too. Her friendliness drew me close to her. "I've been searching for you everywhere," she resumed, drawing closer to me. "I stopped by your room in the morning. I knocked several times but got no response. I didn't want you to oversleep because I sensed that you were extremely tired from yesterday's workload." She was already beside me. Her hands wrapped my finger and it made my insides sparkle with warmth, with love. At least someone cared about me. "Guess I overslept," I lied, forcing a smile to conceal it. So it was her knocking while I fucked myself? "You look exhausted. Did you even sleep?" She asked, her voice was laced with concern and care as her fingers spread on my face, examining the circles below my eyes. "You look like something is draining you. Is it your sister? Did she punish you again?" Her voice dropped. This time, it was filled with a blend of anger and pity. "No." I shook my head, taking a step from her as heat began to radiate my body. How could I tell her I was attracted to my twin sister's mate? And I wanted to fuck him? Lost in the trail of thoughts, her words didn't make it into my ears. I was alone...until I wasn't. I felt him. His aura. His scent. His power. Right outside the stable, mounting on a fucking horse. Riding it with vigor. With a stance. With steeze and composure. He was smoking hot. Drop-dead gorgeous as he maneuvered the horse gently by the reins. I swallowed hard, fixing my gaze on him as my mind centered on him. At that moment, I grew dangerously jealous of the horse. I wish it was me he was riding. Mounting. My nipples hardened and I felt a tingle in my kitty. Not now. Not beside Penelope. "Hello?!" A voice yelled, causing me to jerk in shock. "Amber? You are lost. What is wrong with you? You are acting weird." I quickly shifted my gaze to avoid her noticing that I was checking Elion out. But it was too late. One push away from the window to conceal ourselves. Her eyes widened in a mix of shock and fear, leaving me perplexed. "You were checking out the Alpha, weren't you?" Her tone was slow, soft, and accusing. I couldn't deny. She caught me. Red-handed. "He is off-limits," her whispers made me shrug sadly. "I know. He is my sister's mate." "No," she paused, her hand dropped on my shoulder in concern. Like something terrified her. I started to get scared. Confused. "The Alpha is not who you think he is. He destroys everyone and everything in his path. He will destroy you. Don't mess with him, I beg you. Stay away as far as possible." Her warnings lingered in the air, thickening the atmosphere with fear. I swore a chill ran down my spine. "The curse will swallow you before you even realize it..." She gasped, freezing in place as terror flooded her eyes. She remained rooted to the spot, shivering like she had been called into a trance. Soon, she recovered herself, dusted the hay that clung to her body, and resumed work. We never spoke about it. And when I asked, she was too terrified to answer. I glanced outside the stable through the window, but Elion wasn't there. I felt empty. Hours later, I was alone, half done with my work. But my mind pounded heavily on her words. I couldn't get it off my mind. The curse would swallow me? What curse? Why would it swallow me? Suddenly, the air thickened as a powerful presence surrounded me. Without turning, I knew it was he who stared. Elion. Jumping in fear as my eyes got locked with his dark ones, my heart skipped two beats as he drew dangerously close to me. "It was you, wasn't it?" His deep voice echoed, almost forcing me into heat. I almost choked on my words as his scent assaulted my nose, leaving me shivering breathlessly. "Me?" My voice came out cracked, in a whisper, shaky. Betraying me. My breath grew erratic. "It was you, last night. Rooted in the shadow behind the door watching how I fucked your sister senseless. How she moaned against my cock. You stood there wishing it was you. Waiting for your turn." My breath hitched. My stomach dropped. He fucking knew. "You stood there dripping for me. Fingers grazing your cunt, waiting for your turn to be ruined by Daddy's cock." I couldn't breathe. "You want to be presented to my altar like a sacrifice. You want to be devoured until there is nothing left. You want me to ride you the way I rode that horse. You can't get enough of me..." "You talk filthy in your sleep. Dream about me. Wake up in the middle of the night to change your soaked sheets because your little cunt can't stop exploding." He leaned dangerously close and I almost collapsed in ecstasy. "And now. You are soaked for me. Hungry and ready for Daddy's cock. Right here. Right now."