“I-I don’t want this.”
“Yes, you do.”
I tried to shake my head, but I couldn’t move.
“Fern, you asked me to do this.”
Closing my eyes, I inwardly cursed myself. What the hell was with these stupid beta instincts? It was like they wanted me to be properly fucked until I willingly submitted. I had asked for this. I hadn’t wanted to, but I had. If I complained too much, it would only excite Don. But giving in altogether wasn’t something I could do. At least not yet.
“Fine…not like your perverted ass would have not found a way to humiliate me more before we left this circus.”
Don pressed his lips against my ear, and it made me shiver. “Now you’re getting me, Fern.”
I nibbled my bottom lip.
“You ready for me?”
“Do I have a fucking choice?”
Don’s breath was warm against my butt cheek. “Nope. Now give me everything, Fern. Don’t hold anything back.”
My beta instincts went crazy at his words, his tone demanding my surrender.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I was losing the battle. Fucking instincts. Once again, I hated that I was born a beta wereduin.
A wet sensation licked across my asshole, and I jumped. Don licked me again.
“Fuck…stop.” It was more than embarrassing. I was too exposed. “Fuck...” I bunched my fists as his tongue breached my pucker. He pressed his mouth to my ass—the stubble on his face tickling my ass cheeks.
“Mmm, Fern, you taste so good.”
“I-I seriously d-doubt that—” I had to stop talking when his tongue turned forceful, and he fucked me as strongly as if it was his hard shaft thrusting into me. “D-Don!”
He squeezed my cheeks. “You want more?”
I couldn’t nod, so I let the words fall from my open mouth. “Fuck...Don. Yes…yes!”
Don’s fingers joined in and struck a spot inside me, and I saw stars. I didn’t think I could come without his hands around my dick or his cock inside me. The orgasm hit me so hard, and I twitched and shook, tugging against the stocks that bound me.
“Fuck, I need to be inside you.” Don didn’t wait until my orgasm finished. His cock entered me as if it were another push of his tongue, but thicker, and it dragged me right back up the orgasmic cliff and over the edge. I cried out, far too loudly than I wanted to.
Unable to control my body, I was so under his influence that my fists gave way, my body going limp, and he moved me like one of my little sister’s rag dolls. His thick fingers dug into my hips as he fucked my ass. At this rate, there was no way I would be walking home. In fact, I briefly wondered if I’d be able to walk tomorrow, either. But my mind couldn’t stay on that thought long before another orgasm consumed me.
His fingers shoved into my mouth, successfully gagging me. Instinctively, I sucked them, taking them deeper into my throat.
He was doing it again—hollowing out that place inside me, breaking down even more of my inner walls, making a space in my body to incubate his young—our young, our pups.
I panted as he worked his magic. It both hurt and felt amazing. Each motion stole my breath away, sending ripples of pleasure throughout my body, only to be followed by an equal amount of pain. I groaned at the sensations, but I didn’t even try to fight him. My body was so ready to carry his pups.
The intensity must have knocked me out. When I awoke, he held me in his strong arms. I vaguely remembered the wooden stocks being released from my wrists and my neck able to move again, but it was hazy.
Inhaling his alluring scent, I sighed against his chest, feeling satisfied. Whole. Needed. Like I found the place where I belonged.
Something nagged at the back of my mind, like mosquitos trapped in a jar. But I was too fatigued to open my eyes, let alone chase down the irritation deep inside me.
“All right. That’s all we have time for today. Alphas, submit your beta.”
Don put me down, and I was directed to take a knee. His large hand was warm on top of my head, keeping me steady.
“Let the blessings of Elaine purify your hearts, let it bond the two of you. Betas, please the Goddess, submit, and be obedient to your alpha. Alphas, have zero tolerance for disobedience so that Elaine may bless your mating. Go in peace.”
At her words, those nagging mosquitoes escaped the jar.
What the fuck?
I’d shown almost complete submission to Don while trapped in the stocks. I wondered how many wereduin saw me that way. They were all around me, some mated alphas disciplining their betas or doing other activities, and some loners simply watching me being tortured.
I felt violated, so I took it all out on Don.
Immediately, I growled. Without a second thought, I sprang up at him, intending to attack. I saw him smirk—like he wasn’t surprised at all by my actions—before he knocked me to the ground. His bodyweight was crushing. He didn’t even try to keep from crushing me.
“Are you angry, my little Fern?”
“Fuck you. Fuck you! Fuck you.” I broke down sobbing. I couldn’t take the humiliation any longer. All of those eyes on me…and the way I acted? I was mortified, and it washed me with rage.
Don kissed my head gently. “Yeah, let it all out, Fern. Let that stubborn will of yours be broken.”
I kept shaking my head and shoving uselessly into him. Despite the gentleness of his kisses, he still hadn’t let up on me.
“You will, Fern. You will let me in. I promise you; it’s already happening.” He nipped my ear. “Don’t fight it, Fern. It’ll be less painful if you don’t resist.”
I sobbed in frustration.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Fern, but I want your obedience, your utmost obedience.” He nuzzled my head. “And I will get it. I always get what I want.” His arms encircled my body in a hug, and this time he did let up some of his weight, holding me tight, but still with unusual gentleness. “And you want it, Fern. You didn’t want to go home, not without experiencing a sample of what lies ahead. You know this, Fern. You know, deep down, you have already surrendered to me.” He nuzzled my hair and pulled me closer. “Accept me, my mate. Accept me, and I’ll keep you by my side forever.”
When he entered me again, I was so wet inside that I almost didn’t notice. His cock felt so normal, like there was never a time when I didn’t know his body.
He rocked into me with each gentle thrust. Kissing my hair, loving me in ways I hadn’t experienced before. Was this the mating bond forming?
Leftover tears trailed my cheeks. I couldn’t escape him. He had made that clear. And I wondered how many times we would have to return to this awful place, but he was right on some level. I hadn’t wanted to leave until he properly submitted me until I had experienced these activities that Papa remembered so fondly.
As we reached climax, his voice grew gruff in my ear, with none of the gentleness he’d used only moments ago. “From now on, I want you to keep your body ready for me, as I will be taking you whenever I want, any way I want. Do you understand me?”
Nodding uncontrollably, I relinquished control, but those mosquitoes were back, and I clung to them. They were my lifeline preventing me from giving myself completely over to my new alpha. Like mosquitoes, I knew that they would not live forever, but at least for now, they provided the inner peace I needed to grow accustomed to my new life with Don. That, or they would help me bide my time until I could escape him and all of his perverted ways.
Apparently, Obedience Training came with homework. What the hell? Assholes.
For the next few days, he had to have his cock up my ass any time we spent together. Rather than this being about fucking, it was about getting me accustomed to being underneath him. This was known as Coupling. A practice where the alpha stayed inside the beta while pretending to go about everyday life. I say pretending because, at some point, Don inevitably gave in to his instincts and fucked me sideways.
That evening Don trapped me beneath his strong body and the li
ving room rug. Propped up on his elbows, he read a book he placed beside my head. His cock rested inside me.
I had to lay there and take it.
I couldn’t stop fidgeting. Don wore his silver-brown hair tied in a ponytail. Every time he leaned closer to flip the page, it peeked out from behind his shoulder. The next time he changed the page, I made a grab for it and started playing with his hair.
“You’re heavy.”
“And you’re small.”
“Am not!”
“To me, you are.”
“That’s ’cause you’re a giant.”
“I’m your alpha.”
“Do we have to do this? My ass is sore.”
“Really? How are you going to make it through the next few days like this if you’re already sore?”
“My fucking point exactly,” I growled.
Still pretending to read his book, he started to thrust his hips, slow and taunting. Fucker.
As he was way too heavy for me to move, I could do nothing to stop him. He wasn’t going to get off me, and however much my ass hurt, it belonged to him. That was what this exercise was supposed to demonstrate. His dominion over me. Me, his newly captured mate, assuming he could hold onto me through the rest of the Offering.
The next day when I came home from school, he was waiting in the living room. “Come here, Fern.”
“Fuck, no!” I knew what he planned to do. Dropping my book bag, I raced for the bathroom. I barely made it two steps before he trapped me. Then he was carrying me into the living room. It looked like it would be another Coupling session. I was thankful for the soft rug around the couch. Otherwise, we would be lying on the bare wooden floor.
“I’ve got homework!” I hated doing it, especially the tedious stuff my Culture Studies teacher gave. But ever since I’d moved in with Don, it was non-negotiable, and he would punish me if I tried to skip it. Of course, I’d take having to study the boring customs of other races over this any day. Now I would have to do both at once?
He shoved me down onto my knees and pulled down my skinny jeans, taking my underwear along with them. I heard him unzip his fly before his weight crushed me into the floor. He hadn’t even fully removed his clothes—simply freed his cock—and then he was inside me. I muffled a moan into the thick carpet of the floor rug.
“I need to grab my homework first.”
“Already did.” He dropped my bookbag in front of me. Sitting up, he let me get onto my forearms, then placed my textbook beside me, and I opened it up. “That’s a good boy.”
I growled. I didn’t want him on top of me, nor did I want him fucking me. But our homework would last for the next few days while we honored the Goddess Elaine. I’m surprised he let me go out and didn’t Couple me at school. Surprised but thankful.
I had no intention of reminding the jerk, else he might actually do it. The idea of the whole class seeing him stick it in me burned my face with embarrassment and made my stomach ache. At the same time, those instincts inside me stirred.
“Thinking a lot, aren’t you, Fern?”
“Well, what else would I be doing? It’s homework, jerk.”
“I think it’s time I punished you for that little mouth of yours.”
Oh shit.
He stopped fucking me and stood up—stuffing himself back into his jeans and zipping them up. “On your knees.”
“What?”
“You heard me, beta.”
I swallowed. He was pure alpha in front of me, his werewolf rising.
“I-gotta finish my—”
“Later. Right now, I need to put your mouth to good use. It’s about time you learned how to pleasure me.”
Shaking my head, I scooted up onto my knees and tried to crawl away.
“Do I need to go and get the girdle?”
So embarrassing. “Fuck you…” I hung my head and crawled over until I was right in front of him.
He smirked with his usual arrogance. “That’s it. I’ll make a fine beta out of you yet.” He brought his hand to his fly. “Come here. I want you to unzip this with your teeth.”
Come again? “Is that even possible?”
He nodded. “Do it.” His commanding tone held no room for debate.
I sought out his zipper until I held it between my teeth. Then I glanced up at him.
He gave me a nod.
I tried to tug it down, but it didn’t budge. “I told you that’s not possible. Jerk.”
“I can make you do it if that’s more helpful.” Amusement hid behind his smile.
I swatted his hands away.
“I can do it, jeez.” I hated how he belittled me. I could do this. After all, it was just a zipper. My resolution made, I tugged the zipper with my teeth, pulling it all the way down, tasting the coppery metallic flavor.
“Take it out.” Werewolf features prominent, his cold eyes promised pain if I refused him. Slowly, I obeyed. “All the way. Expose my cock down to the sack.”
I followed suit.
“Now, put your mouth on it. Wet it with your saliva.” His thick, rusty-red cock was coated in a layer of my beta juices. It had been inside me. Gross. “Am I going to have to make you?”
I bared my teeth. “It’s been inside my ass.”
“Like I care. And right now, you don’t either.”
“Fuck! This is gross.”
“Do it, Fern. Now.” He clasped my head, taking me down to his cock until my juices smeared on my nose, and I grimaced. “Lick it. Lick all over.”
My tongue hesitated at the pungent taste of my beta juices on his cock. Licking it off made my stomach ache from the bitterness, but he didn’t let me stop.
“You’re such an asshole, do you know that?”
He tugged my hair. “Stop talking and put your mouth to good use for once.”
When he was satisfied with the slickness of his cock, he had me take him into my mouth. It was enormous. My lips had to stretch around it.
“Good, slow. Nice and easy. Take it deeper. I want to feel your throat constricting around me.”
I tried to do what he wanted, but I gagged and pulled away, coughing.
“I didn’t say you could stop.”
“B-But I can’t breathe.”
“Use your nose, not your mouth, and keep going. I’m already agitated. I want to fill your mouth. But you’re no good as you are now. You need to be trained.”
“Fuck you, I’m already being trained.” Grumbling, I put my lips around his cock again.
“Take it in.”
“I’m trying!” I didn’t remember it being this hard during my punishment after the whole Shamar episode. But then he had completely taken away my mind, and controlled my body with his alpha prowess.
Cupping my face, he tipped my head, exposing my throat, then he stuck his cock inside my mouth. It dragged along my throat, and I gagged.
He didn’t let me pull away. “Breathe through your nose, or you’re going to suffocate.”
Tears clouded my eyes, both from his cruelness and practically choking to death.
He stopped forcing me and stroked my hair. “You can do this, Fern. Trust me and let go. This won’t hurt you. I won’t let it. I’ll take care of you. But you must trust me. Let go, let my cock go down your throat. If you fight it, it’ll get worse. Let your body relax.”
I didn’t want to listen to him, but I was afraid he genuinely might choke me. The gentle way he stroked my hair helped to soothe some of my fear. Slowly, I relaxed my throat and took a deep breath through my nose.
“Grab the remainder that can’t fit into your mouth and glide your hand up and down it, following my movements.”
It was getting easier the more I did what he told me. Inside, though, I still was panicking. It felt like we were overcoming an obstacle together.
I pumped the part of his cock that couldn’t fit in my mouth. His shaft moved in and out before it slid down my throat. When he struck the end, I gagged again.
“Relax, you’re okay.
I won’t hurt you, Fern.” He stroked my hair. This time, his hand simply guided my head instead of forcing it. “You can do this. Your body longs to obey me, give into me, and I promise to keep you safe. Know this, Fern. I would never do anything to physically put you in danger. Ever. If I am asking this of you, know that it’s safe.”
His words lulled me into a sense of security, and I let myself go.
His breath hitched. That made me open my eyes. When had I closed them? But hearing his arousal got me wet inside, and my cock stiffened. Curious to hear more of those sounds, I stroked his shaft inside my mouth with my tongue.
His head lolled back. “Like that, Fern,” he moaned, “like that.”
I trailed my tongue all around him, aiming for his cockhead when that got more of a reaction. He cupped the back of my head, and it allowed me to relax until he supported my weight. He wasn’t holding my head to simply make it easier on me. He used his grip to have me pick up speed. Again, I gagged, but this time I didn’t pull away and let him fuck my mouth, feeling owned by him. My instincts made me lightheaded, and my body responded on its own. Releasing his cock with one hand, I started fondling my dick in rhythm.
“Good, Fern. Pleasure yourself. You’re such a good beta.”
I bristled at that deep inside, but my instincts were overwhelming, and I was lost on the climb towards release. He forced me to take it deep and fast, and soon he came in my mouth.
If I wasn’t gagging before, I was now.
“Drink it. Let it go down. Drink all my juices. One day I will grow our pup with this. I’ll grow our pup inside you.”
With a moan, I chased my orgasm over the edge. His cock slipped from my lips, and any leftover cum spilled down my chin.
When I came down, I sagged against his legs.
He petted my hair.
“Beautiful, Fern. You did beautifully. My little Fern. My mate.”
His last words made me shiver. My instincts flared up, and I nuzzled his legs.
He released a sigh. “Now, someone needs to go do his homework.”
“Are-Are you serious?” I grumbled up at him, still too tired to get up.
“Uh-huh.” He scooped me up and carried me to the dining room table, sitting me down.
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