The Possessive Alpha
Chapter 117

ELLE POV

Stretching my limbs, I roll onto my side, happiness spreading from the top of my head to the very bottom of my feet. Opening my eyes, I find Damon already awake, a large grin covering his face as he watches me sleep. “What’s with the smile?” I ask him, wiggling my body closer to his, craving the skin contact as tingles erupt over my skin.

“I remember everything,” he answers, adjusting his body to wrap me in his arms, laying my head on his chest, “and I realized something.”

“Oh, what is that?” I ask him, trying to recall the overwhelming memories flooding my brain. Some of them are wonderful. Making breakfast with my father or when he would take me swimming back home. I remember the times with Theo and coming to New Moon to see Damon.

But there are the darker ones, the memories I never want to talk about again- the ones that should be locked away in a box. Memories of my mother I never want to touch- she could be loving whenever my father was around, but if it was the two of us- she could be mean and vindictive. A shiver runs through me as I think of “our” shed hidden deep in the woods, and I can’t wait to burn that f*g place to the ground, along with any memory of her.

“I was your first k**s; you just couldn’t get enough of me, even then,” he teases as he tickles my side making me squeal and pulling me from the dark sides of my young life I never want to think about again.

Sitting up, I grin evilly before straddling his waist, “I think it was you who couldn’t get enough of me, Alpha,” I tease as I lean down to lick his marking spot making the most delicious growl rumble through his chest, as his h**s rise to meet mine.

Before he can get into it, I slide off his body, my feet landing to meet the carpeted floor, turning on my heel and sauntering away. “Hey! Where are you going, my Luna?” He asks as I look over my shoulder, my eyes twinkling with mischief as a sly little smile rolls over my face.

“How about you follow me, Alpha, and find out,” I say, my voice sultry with l**t as I run towards the bathroom. A growl vibrates the room as he throws the covers off his body, his feet thundering behind me, his arms grabbing me as tingles explode over my body, as he picks me up and wraps my legs around his waist.

“You’ll never be able to outrun me, Biscuit,” he growls, his voice as possessive as the lips that claim mine as our tongues blend in beautiful harmony. Carrying me into the bathroom, he sets me on the counter, his hands already exploring every inch of me, as they find my center already growing slick with need. “Goddess, so wet already. Are you sore?” He asks, as his fingers swirl against my clit, my head tilting back in glorious acceptance as a breathy sigh leaves my lips.

“No,” I say, clutching his shoulders as his fingers pick up the tempo, a wave of euphoria rolling in and out like the ocean.

“Good,” he says before his lips start suckling on my mark, my back arching as his other hand takes my n****e in between his hand making me m**n his name as the pressure in my stomach builds on the verge of bursting.

As I am on the verge of freefalling into bliss, he stops suddenly, making a whimper escape my body, longing for him to finish what he started. His nose runs along my neck before his warm breath tickles my ear, “Do you want me to finish, hmmm?” he asks, his voice husky and slightly breathless.

“Yes,” I pant, scooting my butt closer to him in a pathetic manner to beg for more, only for him to move away with a snarky smile as he “tut, tut’s,” me.

“Did my beautiful Luna forget about her punishment?” he whispers evilly as he tugs me off the counter, spins me around, and pushes my stomach onto the counter. He grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back, so my eyes meet his through the mirror. Both eyes pitch black as he spreads my legs, his palm landing swiftly on my a*s in a pleasant little sting. Wetness runs down my legs as another smack echoes in the room.

Without warning, his large c**k pushes past my folds, his movements more aggressive than the night before, as he holds my hair in a death grip. But I welcome the pain as he slams into me relentlessly, the pain and pleasure mixing into tension in my stomach as my toes curl into the bathroom mat underneath my feet.

Our eyes still locked onto each other as he pushes into me harder and faster. My p***y clenches around him, on the verge of exploding, causing a growl to leave his lips. “Not yet, princess,” he grunts, thrusting harder, causing a squeal to leave my lips as I try to hold in the o****m, threatening to break free.

“Please,” I beg, tears swelling in my eyes, as I grab onto the counter’s ledge, trying to hold it all in, “please, Alpha.” Hearing my pleas for a release, he slows his pace, making me g***n in frustration as my h**s try to meet with his. My body demands release, but he thwarts my attempts by pushing my face into the counter. “No, no, no, Luna,” he scolds as he goes agonizingly slow as I growl in aggravation.

“You’ll come when I allow you to,” he says in my ear as he bends his large frame over my naked body, the sparks going wild with desire. With my face resting against the cool countertop, he continues with the pace driving me just as insane as the frantic, erratic movements of before. “Are you going to be a good Luna so you can finally earn your reward?”

“Yes, Alpha,” I whisper as I try to look back and meet his eye, but finding it difficult to turn my head. “Good,” he replies, pulling me off the counter and turning me to face him, “now kneel, come on, Princess, on your knees.”

Sinking to my knees, the rug below me tickles as I take the enormous c**k he places in front of me into my mouth. His growl fills my ears while my taste lingers on my tongue. Without warning, he shoves it further, causing me to gag as tears prickle my eyes. I cannot explain the primal satisfaction I get from watching him come undone from lips wrapped firmly around him as my eyes look at him through my lashes.

“f**k, Elle,” he grunts, pushing himself into me further as tears roll down my cheek, trying to fit his large size in my mouth. Shivers run along Damon’s body as I have him on the edge of a beautiful release. With a roar, he removes himself before kneeling behind me. “On your hands and knees,” he commands, his voice gruff and dominating. Listening without complaint, his large hands grab my waist, putting me in the position he wants.

Within seconds I have filled to the brim with him once again, every cell screaming in happiness as he thrusts into me without reservation. It doesn’t take long before he has me climbing the mountain of intoxication again, my m***s becoming more frequent as I get closer to the edge. As his h**s work their magic, his hand slaps my a*s with decent force, another coming immediately after, making me cry out with satisfaction.

His delightful punishment drives me wild, but I try my hardest to hold the reigns on the release my body desperately needs. I can’t help the whimpers that claw their way out as Damon pounds harder than ever, his grunts filling the room. The entire room is starting to fall away as I attempt to hold onto the mountain; he is trying to push me off, and as he keeps thrusting without relent, I can no longer hold on, as everything tumbles into bliss.

My spasms pull him into oblivion with me, both of us panting as we try to recover from the intensity of our souls connected. It’s like I experienced his climax and mine simultaneously. Collapsing on the rug, he falls next to me as we try to catch our breath.

As his arms wrap around, someone bangs on the door with an urgency, and I can’t help but laugh at the irony, “at least they let you finish this time, Alpha,” I tease as he sits up, kissing my cheek.

“Get in the shower, Biscuit,” he gets up and helps me to mine as the person keeps pounding on the door with urgency. “I’ll join you in a moment, my Luna,” he walks over, turning on the faucet for being so the water can warm. Walking into the adjoining closet, he grabs a couple of towels and clean clothes for each of us.

Walking into the shower, I start washing my body and hair. After a few minutes of Damon not returning, I finish rinsing the suds from my body. Grabbing the towel he left behind. I head out into the bedroom to find Andrew sitting in the chair. “Oh s**t,” he exclaims, covering his eyes and bolting from his seat to turn his body towards the wall. “I’m sorry, Little Luna,” he says, his voice full of mischief as he calls me the detested nickname from my childhood.

“Ugh, not that again,” I mutter, rolling my eyes, “can we finally move past that nickname?” I ask, slightly annoyed that the moniker is sticking around. “Where’s Damon?”

“The Cells,” Andrew responds, his voice shifting from playful to severe, “he wanted me to walk down with you. I should warn you…” he begins to say before indistinguishable pain and heartache radiating in my mind.

“What the hell happened?” I say, running into the bathroom and leaving the door cracked so we can talk through the door as I get changed.

“It’s bad, Luna,” Andrew calls from the other room as I scramble to get clothes on, not caring that my underwear is on inside out or my gym shorts are on backward. “Charles rejected Olivia.” Of all the things that Andrew could have said to me, that was the last thing I would have expected.

“What?!” I yell, the shock making me rase out the door, as Damon’s anger floods into me, his raw fury so powerful it’s nearly debilitating. I stumble on my way into the bedroom. “Why didn’t anyone separate them?” As I wince, running past Andrew and out the door making the Beta follow behind me.

“Luna,” he calls as I run down the hallway, using my full strength to propel me through the rest of the house until I meet the rest of Beta and Gamma’s families standing next to the cellar door, Damon’s voice coming up the stairs, Slade’s gruffness mingled within.

The energy in the air makes it hard to walk through as I thunder down the stairs, Damon’s voice booming through the hall, and the closer I get does not make his words any easier to understand. Rounding the corner into the cell, I find Charles in absolute shambles while Olivia whimpers in the corner, clutching her chest.

I had seen him mad, upset, and beyond temperamental throughout the years I have known Damon, but this reaction had never been witnessed before. I swear hellfire swirls around him as he continues screaming uncontrollably. So consumed by his task of yelling at the woman who gave birth to me, I glance at Charles, still weeping uncontrollably.

Whatever had transpired between the two must have broken him. Charles would never give Olivia up unless for a good reason, and a gut instinct tells me this has my mother’s name written all over it. “Damon?” I say quietly as he spins on his heel, turning in my direction, his expression softening when he sees that. His wrath is practically tangible as it wraps around my lungs, constricting my airways.

“She was part of it this whole time,” Damon whispers, his anger turning into heartbreak, “she knew from the very beginning. She supported her.”

“What?” I ask, the words not registering in my brain. No, that’s not possible… No, she couldn’t have known about my mom’s true intentions. As I stare at the woman, I considered a pseudo-mother these last few years, who I had been extremely close to and who I had taught me so much about fashion and makeup, and who had always done the kid stuff with me that my mother never had.

“Did you know?” I question, eyeing her weak and whimpering frame, my gaze meeting her dilated pupils as haunting memories flash behind my eyes, making me wish for the days of amnesia and no answers. “That she was still alive?”

“Yes,” she breathes through the anguish of her bond breaking, “I knew everything. Who do you think helped her all these years?”