The Possessive Alpha
Chapter 66

ELLE POV

Scarlett’s giddiness at watching Damon’s dominance over Alpha Jonah is bubbling through my entire body, wrapping me in bliss. I knew that Slade and Damon were strong. I had never seen it compared to other Alphas before, but then again, Diamond Claw is smaller than New Moon.

‘The size of the pack doesn’t determine the strength of an Alpha,’ Scarlett whispers in awe, ‘the man’s character, morals, and wolf determine that.’

‘His morals?’ I ask, wondering what they have to do with anything. ‘How do morals make a stronger Alpha?’

‘If a man’s morals are weak or questionable, it can cause distrust with his people,’ she explains. Now that she’s mentioned it, I noticed that neither of his men had made a move to defend their Alpha; even outnumbered, I would think they’d at least try…

‘Theo?’ I ask over the mind link, ‘is it weird that his men haven’t made a move?’

‘No,’ Theo answers, ‘they’re easily outnumbered. They know Slade will have no problem killing their Alpha or them if they move a muscle. Andrew told me about his time in Alpha training.’ he isn’t a wolf I would want to piss off.

‘What happened?’ I ask, curious about our time apart and why it all changed when he got home.

‘Apparently,’ Theo replies while watching Damon one-punch knock out Jonah, letting his body drop to the floor in a saggy heap of dead weight. ‘He hospitalized numerous Alphas his first month there, nearly killing quite a few.’

‘Quite a few?’ I ask, incredulous, while Scarlett pants like she walked forty years in the desert. The thirsty b***h. ‘What is quite a few, Theo?’

‘At least ten,’ Theo responds sheepishly. ‘Andrew and Matt spent the whole summer trying to repair the damages with the Alphas he hospitalized. None were current allies, but you never know when you might need one. Stories like that make me a little happy I am not a pack beta.’

‘Would you ever be a pack beta?’ I ask impulsively; ever since I discovered my true lineage, I have wondered if my Beta and Gamma are out there somewhere or if I would have to find new ones.

‘We have to find new ones,’ Scarlett answers quickly, a sadness in her tone that washes over me too.

Before I can hear his answer, electricity spreads from my thighs to the rest of my body as I am thrown weightlessly over a broad male shoulder. “You’re coming with me,” Damon’s liquidy gold voice says before calling out to the rest of our friends in his Alpha tone. “I swear to the goddess, the next person to interrupt me is getting f*****g demoted. Go get breakfast, and meet back here in two hours.” He easily carries me out of the conference room using his long legs.

Before the door can close behind us, we hear Taylor’s voice shout, “You go get that Biscuit, Alpha!” While the rest of the group hoots, hollers and chuckles behind us.

I swear I could hear Damon mumble, “Oh, don’t worry, I will.” Heat starts rising in my cheeks from the embarrassment, but I also can’t help the arousal as it swirls in the air around us, making the oxygen heavy. The stares from humans can be felt as we make our way to the elevator; their confusion on whether to intervene on my behalf can be smelt in the air. I am guessing that one look from Damon stops them in their tracks.

Damon stops walking, and seconds later, the ding of an elevator can be heard before he takes a step inside. Once the doors have closed, he sets me back onto my feet. His lips are on mine in a passionate fury, making me dizzy while Scarlett howls with ecstasy in my head. Damon lifts me with the same ease as before, slamming my back into the cool elevator wall.

His lips dance with mine while his tongue begs for entrance, becoming more demanding with each passing second. In a hurry, he moves along my jawline, giving me hurried k****s until his lips can nibble on my earlobe, sending me wild. ‘I can’t wait to have your pretty little mouth wrapped around my c**k,” he whispers, his voice coated with a desire I match. In the haze of our l**t, I can hear the elevator’s ding, but I pay it no mind titling my head back with a small m**n until I hear a soft cough and an “excuse me” in a voice that doesn’t belong to Damon.

With a slight growl, he removes his lips from my neck, turning to look behind him while I peek over his shoulder to find an older couple standing behind us with wide grins on their faces—the elderly man holding the door open with his cane.

Damon carefully lowers me to the floor, blocking the couple from seeing me while I adjust my skirt. Turning to face the older couple, his cheeks tinted pink with embarrassment, ” I am sorry you had to witness that. My apologies. We let our hormones get the better of us.” As we inch past them onto the hallway of his hotel room.

“No need to apologize, lad,” The man says with a heavy Irish accent, “If I were a younger man myself, I’d be doing the same thing.” That’s the last thing we heard before the doors closed them in. Grabbing my hand in a fiery explosion of sparks and desire, Damon drags me down the hallway, my legs barely keeping up with his strides. The room key is already out in his hand before we get to the room, so he can easily unlock it.

Pulling me inside with a rough tug, Damon has my skirt and undies off before the door is fully closed. Shoving me against it with a thud before kneeling in front of me, wrapping one of my legs over his shoulder while he slowly breathes in my scent, his lips blowing light air on my swollen clit. My hand is stroking his hair while he slowly inserts his fingers into me, my p***y clenched around them, coating them in my thick juices.

“Goddess,” Damon growls, “you’re always so wet and ready for me. Are you going to listen to me this time? Are you going to be a good girl and come when I tell you?”

“Yes, Alpha,” I choke out as he slowly picks up the pace while I try my hardest not to match his rhythm, wanting desperately to be a good girl who pleases him. Why the hell is that?

“Good girl,” he says, “either way, my c**k is still getting shoved down that throat of yours; if you listen or not is what will determine how rough I am. Understood?”

“Yes, Alpha,” I purr, in breathless m***s as his fingers go harder and deeper and his thumb traces circles on my clit.

“As soon as I start licking this p***y,” he says in between, giving light k****s to my clit, “you have exactly one minute to come all over my face; if not, I will make your clit stay pent up all day without a single chance of relief.” My brain is so foggy and delirious

with pleasure I say nothing; moaning wildly is the only thing I can accomplish.

As his tongue strokes my clit with desperation, his fingers pick up their tempo f*****g me relentlessly, the pressure already building and my body tensing in anticipation of the release. Damon starts shoving his fingers in deeper as if he can tell I am right on the edge while he curls them inside me. Gripping his hair, I hold his face closer to my p***y, as his lips vibrate against my sensitive flesh from his m***s.

That’s all it takes to send me right over the edge and onto cloud nine as my o****m bursts out of me, wave after wave of endless pleasure, turning my entire body into jelly. Before I can recover from the afterglow, Damon has me kneeling in front of him, his pants already around the thighs, his giant c**k springing forward until precum lightly coats my lips.

“Open your mouth, princess,” Damon commands, looking down at me, his blue orbs drowning in desire. “If I am being too rough, give me three taps on the thigh, okay?” He says, his tone softening before he shoves his c**k into the back of my throat. I gag slightly at the invasion, but Damon stills, allowing me a second to adjust to his thick shaft.

Once I have, Damon grabs a fistful of my hair, shoving his c**k deeper while he holds my head in place. His m***s fill the room as he f***s my face, his movements erratic and animalistic, but I love the raw power rolling off him while he fully controls my mouth. Matching his rhythm seems to send him closer to the edge as a low growl rumbles throughout the room.

“f**k, Elle,” he grunts, shoving into my gagging mouth harder and faster, tears streaming down my face as he continues to push my gag reflex to its limits. I can tell he is getting closer as his m***s get louder in my ears, and his movements get more sporadic and needy. “I am about to come biscuit,” Damon says, attempting to pull away, but my hands grab his a*s to stop him. One hand stays there, pushing him further into my mouth while the other strokes his balls.

This does the trick; with a grunt and a few more thrusts, Damon’s juices are shooting down my throat while I swallow every last drop of him, enjoying how he tastes in my mouth. Once he is done getting every last drop into my mouth, he finally pulls away, his eyes watching me earnestly as I lick my lips.

“Jesus Christ, Elle,” Damon sighs before helping to lift me, “you’re amazing.” He bends down to k**s my lips lightly, “now, how about we get some food in you before returning home?” He asks, as my stomach begins rumbling uncontrollably.