The Alpha's Unwanted Mate

Chapter 50

Celeste’s legs were shaking fiercer than they ever did before, her back arched off the bed, her toes curled into the mattress. This punishment was something she detested with her whole heart and Zillon was so cruel to offer it to her.

She was crying and yet he didn’t seem to care...

She kept begging for release and yet he kept ignoring her...

Celeste felt hopeless, each thrust he made didn’t hesitate to heighten the fire within her, the pleasure was so much that holding back her release was close to impossible.

She knew Zillon was aware of her suffering, he could hear the strain in her voice whenever she moaned his name, but it seems to him, this punishment was essential...

Sure she hadn’t done anything really ‘wrong’, but she had done what her alpha told her not to. She didn’t have to, but she had craved to know what a punishment from him would be like...

Now she didn’t wish to know anymore, for this wasn’t just a punishment, it was torture.

Wiping at her teary eyes, she looked away from Zillon, honestly not wanting to look up at his face. At this very moment, she hated him with every single string attached to her heart.

He had promised to pleasure her before he left and now that he was back, he was torturing her instead...

She couldn’t believe he expected her to not cum when he was thrusting so hard; so deep. He was wicked and Celeste loathed him...

Whimpering, she dug her fingers into the sheets, despising the act of pitifully holding on to him as he tortured her. It all felt so good, and it would no doubt feel better if Zillon would only show her some mercy. “Z-Zillon please...”

“For what Kitten?”

I wa...I-I want to cum.”

“Then do, just know that you’ll be left here alone tomorrow...”

More tears fled from Celeste’s eyes, her lips visibly shaking as she spoke. “I-I hate you...”

Zillon leaned down, placing a kiss on her neck as he rotated his hips. “How about you look me in the eyes and say it?”

Celeste shook her head, biting down on her lips to hold back her moans. “N-No.”

“Look at me, Kitten...”

Celeste shook her head again, but found herself having no choice when Zillon roughly grip her face, turning it in his direction. “See why you’re getting punished? You never f*cking listen.”

The movements of his hips stopped and in sudden, he pulled out of her, making her feel nothing but emptiness. “Zi... Zillon what are...?”

“You hate me, right? I’m sure you don’t want to have sex with someone you hate...” He crept from between her legs and instead laid beside her on the bed. “Why not stop then?”

Celeste turned to look at him, burying her face against his arm. “I-I... Zillon please I want...I want to continue.”

“Then does that mean you don’t hate me?”

“I-I don’t...y-you know how I feel Zillon...”

Zillon chuckled, running his fingers through her blond hair. “I know, this is just a marvellous scheme to get you on top of me.”

“B-Bu—”

“Let’s switch positions, Kitten...I want you to ride me.”

Celeste looked up at him, legs still shaking in great need. “But I don’t know h-“

“Just get on top of me Celeste, your instincts or rather your desire will guide you.”

Celeste hesitantly sat up, stretching one foot over him. Her eyes glided down to his wet and shiny c*ck, her shaking hand reluctantly reaching for it... slowly guiding it back to the wetness between her flesh.

She slid down on it, her lips opening up in a silent moan as it rubbed delicately against her walls, filling her up once again.

Zillon groaned beneath her, grabbing onto her hips. “An angel riding my c*ck, this is a scene that I wanted to see from the very first time we touched...I wanted to see you on your knees too, but that can wait, this is enough for now.”

He shifted beneath her, adjusting his head on the pillow, “What is your desire telling you to do now? What do you crave most right now?”

“Pl-pleasure...”

“Then take it...you’re in control now until I say otherwise...”

Pursing her lips, Celeste leaned down, resting her hands on his chest as she slowly eased her way up his c*ck and down again. As expected, the pleasure she felt was undeniable, it for one gave her the courage to continue.

Slow and steady she rode, listening to Zillon’s groans and grunts as well as her soft moans. It felt good, she was steering him just where she wanted him; deeper inside of her.

Each move she made ignited the fire within her, heightening it in a way that could drive her mad. The motion of her hips quickened as she chased a release she couldn’t have, her breaths heavy, her legs trembling...

She was a mess, especially when one of Zillon’s hand floated up to grab her breast, his finger flicking the rigid peak. “It feels good, doesn’t it?” He thrust his hips forward, drawing a surprised moan from her. “But don’t even think about coming.”

He gripped at her hips again, tighter than he did the last time, locking her in place, and then he started to ruthlessly plummet into her.

Celeste screamed out his name, her nails clawing against his chest as raw pleasure ran like blood through her. Her back arched on it’s own, her head thrown back and soon her release was right on brink of exploding. Celeste clenched around him, her eyes watering as she tried to hold it back...

But could she?

Or rather did she want to?

She didn’t, but she’d rather to be pleasure deprived than ignored by him. So even when she found herself melting, she held back, even when she was shaking like a leaf she held back...she held back until she just couldn’t anymore, she just had to let go.

Falling against his chest like a broken doll, Celeste screamed out his name as she let go of what she had been holding onto... Her release was so powerful that her eyes rolled to very back of her head...

It seems all the pleasure she had gobbled up, everything she had been holding back was now on the loose...

Her body wouldn’t stop trembling and white dots tainted her vision as she unlocked a new heights. Zillon gripped her even tighter, going faster, going deeper. “Kitten, you know what to do, right?”

Celeste bared her neck to him and Zillon bit down into the same mark he’d given her over and over again. She was his and his alone...he had to stake his claim even if he had to do it a thousand times over.

Pulling out of her as she once again screamed his name while she came, he gripped his c*ck, jerking himself off in aid of cumming.

The very taste of her blood on the tip of his tongue was enough to set him off and the scent of her undoing was enough to undo him too.

With one more jerk, he came heavy and hard, an animalistic growl reverberating through his chest as he let loose his c*ck, feeling as it fell back against Celeste’s bum, maintaining the hardness that’d soon disappear.

Unhinging his teeth from her neck, he licked the mark, running his hand down her bare back. “Are you alright, Kitten?”

When he got no response, he cocked his head to the side, eyes struggling to find hers. He couldn’t believe what he found instead though.

Her eyes were closed, her breaths soft... it seemed he had f*cked her hard enough to send her right back to sleep.