The Feral Alpha's Captive-Chapter 94: Taking The Reins

🦋ALTHEA

My body trembled under his touch, the relentless pump of his fingers pushing me closer to the brink, but it wasn’t enough—not nearly enough.

I needed more, needed him to shatter that iron control he clung to like a lifeline. With a gasp, I shoved at his shoulders, twisting away from his hand just as the coil in my belly threatened to snap.

Thorne’s eyes snapped to mine, confusion flickering through the haze of lust, but I didn’t give him time to react. I pushed him back onto the mattress, his broad frame yielding with a surprised grunt.

Straddling his hips, I felt the rigid length of his cock straining against his pants, hot and insistent against my soaked core. My hands fumbled with his belt, yanking it open, then shoving his pants down just enough to free him.

His cock sprang up, thick and veined, the head flushed a deep purple from the pent-up blood. It throbbed visibly, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.

Gods, how long had he been this hard? Hours? The thought twisted in my gut—it must have ached, the pressure building without release, all for me. I wrapped my fingers around the base, feeling the heat pulse under my palm, but even my grip barely circled its girth.

So...big...

"As if you didn’t see his arms," Zyra countered.

"Thorne," I breathed, positioning myself above him, the slick lips of my pussy brushing the tip. His hands came up to my thighs, fingers digging in as if to hold me still, that restraint flashing in his eyes again. It ignited something fierce in me, a frustration that boiled over.

"I’m not too weak for you to fuck," I snapped, locking eyes with him, my voice laced with challenge. Before he could protest, I sank down, guiding his cock to my entrance. The broad head nudged against my folds, parting them with a wet slide, and I pushed lower.

Pain bloomed instantly, delicious and sharp, as his thickness stretched me wide. My walls resisted, then yielded inch by agonizing inch, the burn mixing with the ache of fullness. I stopped halfway, breath hitching, my body quivering from the strain. It hurt—gods, it hurt—but the pleasure threaded through it, making my clit throb against his base.

Thorne’s jaw locked, a low groan escaping him, but his hands shot to my hips, sliding down to cup my ass.

His fingers squeezed the flesh hard, kneading as he took control. "No," he rasped, voice rough with barely leashed hunger. He halted my descent, then thrust up from below, driving deeper in one controlled surge.

I yelped, the sudden stretch tearing a cry from my throat as more of him filled me. He didn’t stop, hips rolling upward in steady, powerful strokes, each one burying him further. "All of me," he whispered, the words a hiss against my ear as he pulled me down to him. His mouth captured mine in a gentle kiss, contrasting the brutal invasion below.

"Thea." Another thrust, harder, making me yelp again, my nails digging into his chest. "Every. Single. Inch." He punctuated each word with a drive of his hips, his cock splitting me open, the purpled shaft disappearing into my clenching pussy.

Zyra’s magic hummed through my veins, turning the pain into electric fire, every ridge and vein dragging against my inner walls with amplified intensity.

Tears pricked my eyes, spilling over from the overwhelming pressure—the delicious agony of being so utterly filled, pleasure coiling tighter even as my body screamed. He kissed me softly through it, lips tender on mine, then trailing to my cheeks.

His tongue flicked out, lapping at the salty tracks, even as he kept thrusting, slower now but deeper.

"Even your tears—" He bottomed out with a final, forceful push, his cock hilted inside me, balls pressed tight against my ass. A guttural growl ripped from his throat. "Fuck."

I sobbed around the sensation, my pussy fluttering wildly around his length, stretched to its limit. The fullness was everything—pain and ecstasy twisting into one, Zyra purring approval as waves of heat radiated from my core.

Thorne held me there, hips grinding in shallow circles, his grip on my ass bruising as he fought to stay still, breath ragged against my skin.

But I could feel it, the tremor in his muscles, the way his cock twitched deep inside me—he was unraveling, and I was right there with him.

His lips brushed mine again, soft and lingering, a stark contrast to the fullness of his cock buried to the root inside me.

Thorne’s breath fanned warm across my face as he shifted his hand between us, fingers finding the swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs.

He circled my clit with feather-light strokes, the touch deliberate and unhurried, designed to coax away the sharp edges of discomfort.

The gentle pressure muted the burn, transforming it into a slow-building throb that spread through my core like liquid heat. I gasped into his mouth, my body instinctively clenching around him, walls gripping his thick length in rhythmic pulses.

Zyra’s essence thrummed in response, heightening every glide of his fingertip, turning the ache into something almost soothing, allowing me to settle around his girth.

"You’re so fucking ethereal," he murmured against my lips, voice a low rumble that vibrated through his chest into mine. His thumb pressed firmer now, rubbing in tight, insistent loops that made my hips twitch involuntarily. "With your cunt strangling my cock like this... gods, Thea, you’re ravishing."

The words ground out from him, rough and reverent, as he rocked his hips in the barest fraction—just enough to stir the veins along his shaft against my sensitive inner flesh.

He kept the motion minimal, teasing out the pleasure layer by layer, his free hand stroking up my spine in soothing sweeps. Each pass over my clit sent sparks chasing away the remnants of pain, my pussy growing slicker, adapting to the invasion until the stretch felt like a perfect, consuming fit.