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The story is titled TAKEN FOR THE ALPHA and is an 18+ werewolf romance.

Word Count: 3111

~Dove

Shamefully, getting through the night without jumping Varian's bones was not because of my own self-preservation and rational thought.

In fact, Varian decided I had too much to drink and wasn't comfortable taking our night any further. I fell asleep pretty quickly, sprawled across the middle of his bed.

As I wake, blinking my eyes open blearily, I realise Varian was right to stop our night from advancing too far. As I recall last night in order of events, staring up at the ceiling, some moments are nothing more than mist.

I made way too many mistakes last night. Some I may not recover from.

Chief among them, crawling into an Alpha's bed and sleeping in it like it belongs to me. I suppose I can't be blamed considering how soft the linen is, and how late at night it was when I came into the room.

Slowly, I turn my head, feeling Varian stir next to me.

He's rubbing his eyes, the sheets having fallen down to his waist. His top half is naked, and the moment I take in his muscled torso, the sun gilding every perfect slope and angle, my body heats.

"You're awake," I murmur, my voice sounding hoarse and unused.

He sits up on his elbows, looking over me. He seems a little startled to see me, like he's wondering if he's still in a dream.

After a few wary blinks, he leans over to his bedside table, grabbing hold of a glass.

"Water?"

I take it from him. "Thank you."

He watches as I sidle up the bed, keeping the bedsheets pinned against my body. My dress is on the floor, leaving me in only my underwear and bra.

The water feels cool against my throat as I drain the entire glass. I'm always thirsty after drinking alcohol, and considering how much I consumed last night, I'm going to be dehydrated all day.

"How do you feel?" Varian asks gently, his voice husky and deep. My toes curl beneath the sheets while I silently curse myself.

I'm disappointed that nothing happened between Varian and I last night.

My entire body is wound up. I have the hottest male I've ever encountered next to me in bed, and I have to hold myself back.

It's unfair how good he looks first thing in the morning. Messy hair suits him, and so does his hooded, sleepy eyes that take their time roving over me as he turns onto his side to face me.

"I feel surprisingly good. No headache," I admit.

A lazy, masculine smile rests at his mouth. "You look good in bed with me. It suits you."

"Well, don't get used to it." I adjust the duvet cover, needing to do something with my hands.

Soon, we'll emerge from this bed and wont' have any reason to cross paths again. We'll become strangers to each other and this will be nothing more than a memory I recall when I'm feeling particularly nostalgic.

"I'm assuming this will be the last time we see each other beyond functions with Ciella and Eden," he says, bringing my thoughts to life.

"Most likely."

It's better that way. Varian will always be from the enemy pack, always at odds with what I grew up believing was right. While I may not believe that now, I know that him and I could never work.

"It doesn't have to be that way," he says softly.

I raise a brow, intrigued. "Hmm. Why is that?"

He studies me quietly for a moment, almost as if he's still contemplating what he wants to say to me. For some reason, his hesitation has me hearing my blood pumping against my temples.

Or maybe that's just the alcohol...

"I want you to come work for me," he announces.

I blink, taken aback. I'm not sure what I was expecting. Maybe I thought he would ask me on a date, or tell me he wants me to move to his pack again.

"Work for you? Like I would clean your house?" I question, scrunching my nose up. It would be just my luck to attract yet another Alpha who wants to see me being subservient around his house for his own sick enjoyment.

"No." He looks disturbed I would even say that. "I want you to advise me on certain matters, and complete a job for me."

I shift, shaking my head. "I can't advise an Alpha. I have no experience-"

"Your father is a prized advisor and you study politics, do you not?" He pushes.

I eye him warily, uncertain of his true intentions. This doesn't seem like a simple offering. There are infinite layers of alternative meaning to this deal, and I get a feeling my previous attachment to Matthias sits at the centre of it.

"I guess, but-"

"You'll be well suited," he exclaims sturdily. "Most importantly there's a job I need you to complete beforehand."

"What is it?"

"I can't say. Not until you agree to work with me, and commit yourself fully to my pack."

He speaks so seriously, I almost want to laugh. This is the most absurd offering I've ever been presented with in my life — I may be studying politics at the moment, but my experience as a maid is all I really have. I'm not of any use to this man unless there is something more insidious motivation him.

"No way...I can't," I exclaim decidedly, giving my head a firm shake.

Varian doesn't trust me, and I don't trust him either. I may despise Matthias, but I live in his pack. I cannot commit myself to Varian's when I'm not certain I ever want to step foot into it again.

He angles his head, dark hair brushing against his brows. "Why not?"

"After everything you did, I don't want to swear allegiance to you. Plus, I'll never be able speak to my father again." I'm not sure why I added the last part. Especially when I don't speak to him now.

Siding with Varian over Matthias would be the fastest way for me to ensure my family will never be reunited again.

Varian's tone softens as he sees the conflict on my face. "Think about, at least."

"Fine."

We sit in silence, facing each other. For a moment, there is only the birds singing outside and the gentle rustle of the breeze through the trees.

The weight of Varian's body is hard to pull my attention off, especially when I feel my body drifting closer to his against my own volition.

"If you take this deal, it means we will see each other again," he says suddenly.

I scowl at the barest hint of amusement in his expression. "Oh please, I never want to see you again in my life."

He smirks, his hand shifting his hair back. "Sure."

"I'm done with Alpha's for the rest of my life," I exclaim assuredly.

It's time for me to live a normal life. Without the mark embedded into my skin, I'll have the freedom to move on with a normal male, who lives a perfectly ordinary life.

Will he be as naturally beautiful as Varian? Probably not. Will my body melt when I see his like it does when I look upon Varian's form? Unlikely. But will my life be content? Well, I hope so.

"You can't let one bad Alpha ruin the rest of us in your eyes," he muses languorously. "At least we are great lovers."

I swallow thickly. That I'm certain of. Even Matthias was good in bed, albeit a little selfish. But when I could get him between my legs.

"Matthias was excellent," I say to him, enjoying the way his eyes melt into a pool of starless dark. He could do this thing with his tongue..."

My legs squeeze together remembering it. However, much to my dismay, Varian outdoes him, even at what he does best.

When I think of when Varian got to his knees before me...No, I can't go there. It's dangerous territory.

"What about me?" He asks, as if he is already well aware of his talents.

"You are...fine, I guess." I shrug, trying to maintain indifference, but it's almost impossible.

Varian's stare is devouring me, even with the sheet pulled up to my clavicle. I can imagine it running across my bare skin, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

It's his touch I'm the most desperate for. I know it's wrong, that I'll regret it later, but I want to fall into an endless pool of pleasure. I want to drown in it.

Varian's brow quirks. "I'm just fine?"

"I've had better." My teeth drag along my lower lip as I look away coyly. I hope I torture him as much as he tortures me.

The desire roughening the edge of his tone and the lustful haze that has capture his gaze seems proof enough of my effect on him.

I'm not sure how, but I'm so close to him there are mere inches between us. He's close enough that he could pull my body flush against his without any effort at all.

He lifts his arm, his touch whisper light as it trails along my cheek, past my jaw and down the line of my neck. My entire body reacts, tensing in anticipation.

"This mouth is going to get you in so much trouble," he murmurs, eyes dropping to my lips.

I need him. I can't resist it a moment longer.

"You might need to prove it to me one last time-"

Suddenly, his hand weaves behind my head as he pulls my mouth to meet his. I'm instantly gratified by the taste of him, by the intensity of which he responds to my desires.

I can weather anything he wants to give me, and I'll beg for more.

His other hand presses into my back, pulling me against him. It trails down to beneath my thigh, hooking around my waist while he kisses me until I'm breathless.

I can feel his desire, hard and insistent against my stomach. My entire body pulses with need so encompassing, I fear I'm going to drown in it.

As I claim his mouth, his hand smooths down my leg, and back up my inner thigh. I'm shaking under his touch, needing this like I never needn't anything before.

With each pass of his tongue in my mouth, his fingers slowly drift upward. By the time he reaches the apex of my thighs, I'm soaked and desperate, ready to beg him for any kind of stimulation.

He pulls away, our mouths parting.

I'm breathing harshly, overcome. He kisses the corner of my mouth, then my jaw, before pulling away enough for our gazes to clash.

"When I fuck you, you're going to forget Matthias ever existed." His other hand is still wound in my hair while his other adeptly slides my panties to the side before exploring the centre of me.

My breath hitches in anticipation, desire pooling in my core. He's teasing me, fingers taking their time parting my flesh, revealing how desperately soaked I am for him.

Maybe I should be embarrassed, but my desire for him is obvious. There is no hiding it now.

"I want you right now," I beg against his mouth.

My hand delves between us, needing to tease him, to pleasure him. I want him to shove aside all pretences and fuck me like we're never going to see each other again.

Instead, his hand grips my hair tightly as he pushes our bodies closer.

"You think you deserve my cock?" He growls against my ear, the warmth of his breath making me shiver. "You're lucky I'm willing to let you cum on my fingers."

He doesn't even finish his sentence before he's pressing two fingers inside of me.

Leaning my head back into his hand, I groan, my eyes fluttering shut. His fingers alone make me feel deliciously full, beginning to satisfy an insatiable need I've had in me since I first met him.

"Oh yes, right there," I breathe out, pressing my hips back into him as he slowly draws his fingers out before pushing them back in, reaching a spot so deep my vision spirals with colour each time he touches it.

When I open my eyes again, he's watching me, the soft curve of his mouth so wicked I almost reach climax from looking at him.

"Fuck you're pretty, and those moans..." His brows crease as if he's in pain from restraining his need for me. "I'll never get you out of my head.

As he begins to thrust his fingers into me at a deeper peace, I arch into him. I don't care if the entire house hears me chanting his name, begging for him.

This goes beyond the need for an orgasm. I've needed him every day since I last saw him, and finally getting to have him like this is euphoric.

"Please don't stop," I beg, meeting every punishing thrust of his fingers inside me.

While his fingers feel incredible, I would do anything to feel his cock. I can still feel it against me, hot and hard and mind meltingly big.

But this is on his time. I can only take what he's giving me.

Suddenly, he yanks my head back by my hair, the sharp bite of pain only urges the pleasure onward. He kisses me once, and then twice, keeping me still, even as I yearn for more of him.

"I don't want another man touching you again, do you hear me?" His eyes hold my gaze unflinchingly, so dark and unrelenting I can't look away.

"Mmm, yes." My mind is numb, only allowing me to feel the pleasure he is giving me.

His fingers slow their movements to a mind melting pace, leaving me whining and breathlessly begging for me. He ignores my pleading, holding me at his mercy.

"If you need release you come to me and you beg me for it," he tells me sternly. "I don't care when you need it, you come to me."

He curls his fingers deep inside, my entire body jolting at the sensation.

"That feels so good." I barely realise it, but I'm gripping his arm, trying to increase his pace again, wanting to fall over that blissful edge that is just out of reach.

"If Claude touches you again, you're going to tell me." He kisses and bites his way down my jaw. I hope he leaves marks.

"Varian...yes," I moan, feeling his thumb brush against my clit, moving in perfect circles that have my legs tensing.

I never want to be without this kind of pleasure. I don't want to go my entire life without feeling it again.

And even more than that, I don't want to be without this connection, without this emotional vulnerability. It takes so much for me to give myself to someone like this, but with Varian, I don't have to think. I can feel and nothing else. I can get lost in the sensations and know he's going to carry me all the way through to the end.

I push aside the feelings lingering in the mist of my subconscious. Instead I focus on what is real, what is tangible.

Varian loosens his grip on my hair, his hand shifting to cup the side of my face. "You're so tight around my fingers, I can't wait to bury myself in you."

"I want your cock now," I beg helplessly, pressing my hips into his.

I can feel myself nearing climax. It's so close I could hold it, but every time I think I'm going to tumble over the edge, Varian lessens his relentless pace before increasing to again.

His forehead rests against mine. "Soon, I promise. I'll fuck your so hard you'll forget everything but my name."

He presses me over until I'm on my back. The sheet is suddenly gone, exposing my damp skin to the cool air.

Varian leans over me, pumping his fingers into me, watching my face contrite in pleasure.

"I'm gonna...please..." If he stopped right now, I think I would die.

Mercifully, he doesn't pause. "Alright, you can cum for me pretty girl."

His words knock me violently over the edge, sending me hurtling into an abyss of euphoria. Pleasure unspools through my body in endless waves, leaving my choking on my moans.

Varian's mouth is at my ear, talking my through every feeling, keeping me at a high for far longer than my body can handle.

Eventually, the pleasure settles into perfect contentment, and my body melts into the bed.

"That was...insane," I breathe as Varian withdraws his fingers.

Desire is still etched into his features, obvious in the coiled restraint of his muscle. He could fuck me right now, and I could take it. Unfortunately, he's got a better grasp on rationality than I have, and is holding back.

I watch breathlessly as I brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking the taste of me off them. I nearly reach to pull myself atop him, ready for him again so soon after my orgasm.

"You taste incredible," he murmurs, eyes consuming my body, even as parts of me are still covered.

"Varian-"

"I could devour you." He sighs roughly. "But for now you should relax before you wash up. We'll be expected downstairs."

Reality crawls back into this bubble of bliss, effectively popping it. Deven is downstairs, probably ready to ridicule me before demanding I tell him the events of the night.

"I can't think right now." I slap my hands over my face.

"Just relax, Dove." Varian's voice soothes the tension from my limbs. "Just relax."

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My hands tremble by my sides. "Don't sleep with her..."

He steps toward me, his eyes dark. "Why not?"

"Whatever you were planning to do to her tonight, do it to me instead," I whisper.

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~Midika 🐈‍⬛💜