Submitting to the Alpha (Submission Book 1)

by Emilia Rose

  “Nobody.”

  He tugged on my sore nipple again. “Who do you belong to?”

  I clenched my jaw, trying to displace the pain. “Nobody.”

  His growl ripped through the room, and I clenched. He pushed my face into the bed, making it hard for me to breathe. “Whose are you, Isabella?” He tugged on my nipple harder until it was bright red and stinging.

  My legs trembled as I screamed into the bed. “Yours, Roman...” Pleasure pumped out of my pussy. “I’m yours.”

  He groaned quietly behind me, as if the words brought him pure pleasure. Then he massaged my breast like he wasn’t just torturing it.

  “What do you say?” he asked.

  I breathed heavily against the bed. “Roman, please.” I could barely even think straight. He grazed his fingers against my nipple again, and I flinched, my body trembling with pleasure for the second time. My breasts were so sore already. “Two,” I said breathlessly.

  “Good,” he said, stepping off of the bed. “Now, don’t move.”

  With my ass in the air, my chest pressed against the black bedsheets, and my pussy dripping wet, I pressed my legs together and took a deep breath. I wanted to move, but—for the first time—I didn’t want to be punished. Roman would hurt me so fucking good, but I didn’t think I could handle it.

  He grabbed my ass in his hands, shaking it gently. “You’re so sexy, Isabella.” He placed a light kiss on the back of my hip. “So fucking sexy,” he said. I closed my eyes, trying to calm my racing heart. I had never felt so good and had definitely never been so obedient. A part of me liked the way he ordered me around, that pure strength and dominance oozing from him.

  He slapped my ass, making it bounce, and swore under his breath. I gazed back at him, watching him stare at me with those golden eyes and a smirk that told me that my ass was his.

  All I wanted was for him to thrust his cock into my pussy, to fill me up with his cum, to make me tremble and scream out his name and submit to him.

  “Derek would’ve fucked me by now,” I said. He growled lowly, trying to stay in control of his wolf. My pussy clenched just watching his wolf get so jealous of the mere mention of Derek’s name.

  “Well, Derek obviously doesn’t know how to please you.”

  I scoffed and leaned onto my forearms. “You think this pleases me?”

  Barely able to wrap his whole hand around his cock, he stroked it slowly for me and smirked. I gulped, my nipples hardening against the bedsheets. “I know it pleases you, Isabella,” he said. “The longer I make you wait, the better it will.” He rubbed it against my pussy, making it glisten with my juices.

  “Fuck, Roman.” I clenched. “Please… please give it to me.” I arched my back. My body was aching for it. My mind was aching for it. I was aching for it. “I need it.”

  He chuckled lowly. “I don’t think you need it that bad.”

  I pushed my hips against the head of his cock, hoping that he would lose control and just plunge himself into me. “You won’t make me lose control, Isabella.” He teased my entrance with his cock, pressing it harder against me. “You’re just making yourself hornier, giving me permission to play with this little pussy all night.”

  “Please, Roman.” I breathed heavily. A wave of pleasure coursing through me. “It’s yours, Roman. It’s all yours.”

  “What’s mine?”

  “I’m yours.” I pushed my hips back further. “Please.”

  He chuckled lowly again. “You’re sexy when you beg for my cock.” He stepped back off of the bed again and walked around it until he stood by the headboard. “Come here, Isabella.”

  I crawled to him, watching him watch my hips sway from side to side, feeling my nipples brush against the bedsheets, smelling the sweet scent of mint waiting for me by the headboard. When I reached him, he flipped me onto my back, making me hang my head off the edge of the bed. The rope dug into my wrists.

  He lightly wrapped his hands around my neck and positioned his cock on my lips. “Show me how bad my dear Isabella wants my big dick.”

  I drew my legs closer together, my core pulsing. “Please, Roman.” I wanted to push a hand between my legs and touch myself. “Please I need it so fucking bad.”

  He pushed his cock into my mouth and all the way down my throat until I couldn’t breathe. Then he traced the outline of his cock in my throat with his fingers.

  Without warning, he thrust quickly and roughly into me. My hands clenched into fists, spit dripped down my cheeks, I gagged on his big cock and struggled against the rope.

  “I love when that pretty little throat of yours talks to me,” he said. He reached between my legs and rubbed my clit in small, rough circles, making my legs tremble.

  Harder. I wanted it harder.

  Each time I neared an orgasm, he pulled his fingers away from me. He rested his forearms on the sides of my hips, spread my legs, and pressed his tongue against my clit. I gagged again on his cock, desperate to breathe.

  “Don’t cum unless I tell you to,” he said. I nodded my head, and he continued to eat my pussy, his facial hair tickling my inner thighs. I clenched, knowing that an orgasm was close.

  He inserted a finger into me, making a come-hither motion and hitting my g-spot. I pressed my lips around his cock, sucking him harder.

  Fuck, it felt so good.

  When he flicked my clit with his tongue, my legs instinctively jerked off the bed. He slapped my pussy harshly. “Stop it.” He growled against me. I whimpered out, not being able to hold it together much longer.

  After thrusting his cock a few more times down my throat, he groaned and stilled inside of me, his cum dripping down the back of my throat. “Fuck, you suck my cock so fucking good.”

  He pulled himself out of me, and I gasped for air. Spit dripped down my cheeks, into my hair, onto the floor, absolutely ruining me. He placed a finger on my chin, lifting it until my lips were pressed together. And in a daze, I swallowed his cum.

  “Good girl,” he said, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. My pussy clenched. “Now, do you want to cum?”

  I nodded my head.

  “Use your words.”

  “Yes, Roman.” I moaned out. “Please.”

  He rubbed my clit softly. “Cum for me, Isabella.”

  My legs shook around him, my breasts bouncing slightly as I released myself. I screamed out, unable to form any coherent words, then relaxed into the bed.

  My body tingled, and I felt like I was walking on the clouds again. When I finished, I took a shaky breath. “Th-three.”

  He pulled me back up the bed, so my head rested on the pillow next to him. Then he brushed his finger against my swollen clit again. I struggled against the ropes, trying to pull my legs together. “Roman, I-I can’t.” I shook my head. “I can’t.”

  Every part of me was too sensitive.

  “You can’t?” He pushed his finger inside of me and chuckled against my ear. “But your pussy is already tightening around me again.”

  I squeezed my eyes closed. This was going to be a long night.

  Chapter 25

  Isabella

  I had fallen asleep somewhere between orgasm 24 and 25. My eyes fluttered open, and I pulled the blankets farther up my naked body. All I remember was the constant shift between pleasure and pain.

  My clit was swollen. My nipples were stinging. My pussy was raw. And my throat was beyond sore from screaming his name all night long.

  After rolling onto my side and curling into a ball, I rubbed the rope burn on my wrists, hoping that the pain would vanish. His minty scent lingered on his pillow, and I inhaled deeply and sighed, my mind numb. It was so damn comforting, but I couldn’t understand how it could comfort me after that torture last night.

  I took a deep breath and frowned. In a few short days, I would be leaving his pack for good. I wouldn’t be able to wake up with his scent lingering in my room or my scent lingering in his. I wouldn’t be able to get on his nerves every day. I didn’t mee
t anyone in the Lycans that smelt like him, and I didn’t know if I ever would.

  Maybe I would change my attitude when I became a Lycan. No more brat Isabella, especially to Ryker. He was someone who admired my strength, not pushed me away because of it. I didn’t have to fight him to respect me.

  The clock on the wall read 12:35. My eyes widened. Shit, I was late. Roman would punish me again for it. And my whole body was too sore from last night to survive another punishment.

  I shot up from the bed and noticed Roman sitting on a chair across the room, lips curled into a small smile, gaze lingering on me. “Relax,” he said, standing and placing two journals on the dresser.

  “I’m late for work,” I said.

  “Well, it’s good that you’re not going in today.”

  I leaned against the headboard, pulling the blankets up my chest. “You’re giving me the day off?”

  “Seeing as you slept through half the day already… yes.”

  “That’s not my fault.”

  “Actually, Isabella, it is.” He walked over to me and stopped just where the sunlight flooded in through the window and hit his eyes, making them a golden sea. “But I’ll let it slide for today.”

  I crossed my arms over my chest and frowned at him. His eyes were soft, unlike the hard ones he gave me last night. I gazed at the chair, the glass of water, and the journals on his dresser. “Have you been watching me?” I asked.

  For the briefest moment, he gazed at his journal and licked his bottom lip nervously. His muscles flexed against his baby blue V-neck. “Do you want breakfast?”

  After arching a brow, I grabbed his shirt from the side of the bed and tugged it over my head. “Why’re you being nice to me?”

  “I can’t be nice to you?”

  “You’re never nice to me.” And I was never nice to him. We got on each other’s nerves, made each other furious, even hated each other at times. That’s how we worked, and this sudden niceness was making me uncomfortable.

  “Do you like eggs?”

  I wrinkled my nose. “Eggs are boring.”

  “Moon Goddess, you sound like my sister.” He groaned and rubbed a hand over his face. “What would you like then?”

  “Anything,” I said, waving him off and gazing around his bedroom. Notebooks were stacked on the dresser, clothes were folded neatly inside his laundry basket, pictures of him and his family hung on the wall. I frowned at Luna Raya and Alpha Guss and twelve-year-old Roman. They all looked so happy.

  He looked so happy.

  After gazing at the picture with me, Roman held out his hand. “Come with me.”

  “No,” I said and crawled off of the bed. “There are people downstairs.”

  I could smell the dozens of scents that had been here and had gone this morning. So many people, I didn’t know who was here now. It could be Jane and Vanessa, waiting to just ruin my whole life. If Vanessa found out and I ended up being the talk of the pack, I’d be that girl who cheated on her mate Derek with the alpha. A typical cliché.

  “So?” He grabbed the door handle.

  My eyes widened. “So?! I don’t want people to think I’m another one of your whores.”

  He stopped, turned toward me, and growled. “One of my whores?” he asked. His words sounded so sour. “I don’t sleep around.”

  I turned my head toward the window. “All wolves who aren’t mated do it.”

  He growled louder this time, canines emerging from under his lips, and stepped toward me. Jaw clenched, almost visibly shaking, he asked, “Is that what you’re planning when you turn eighteen?”

  No, I planned on doing something that’ll make me feel a lot shittier at first but would hopefully play out well in the end. But he didn’t need to know that.

  “Maybe…” I said, my wolf whimpering inside of me.

  He grabbed my chin roughly in his hand. “Maybe? What the fuck does that mean?”

  I shoved my hands into his taunt chest. “It means that maybe I’ll get tired of this little game that we’re playing and want someone to actually fuck me right.” And to actually love me. I stepped toward the window, soaking in the rays. “And, besides, does it even matter?”

  “Yes, it matters,” he said through clenched teeth. He stepped back into my line of vision, golden eyes shimmering.

  “Stop getting butt-hurt over it.” I shook my head. “Do you expect this little thing between us to go on forever?”

  “Yes.”

  “And what happens when you find your mate? Or when I find mine?”

  He parted his lips, then immediately closed them. “Isabella.” His voice was suddenly softer. He swayed slightly, and our fingers grazed against each other’s. I swallowed hard, tingles shooting up my arm, and pulled my hand away.

  We’d been physically intimate before, but that was…

  “I don’t expect this thing to go on forever,” he said and stepped away from me. We gazed at each other for a few moments; his eyes shifted slowly between gold and green. My wolf stirred inside of me, wanting to run, wanting to do something. I just couldn’t understand what that something was.

  My breathing hitched when Roman closed his eyes softly, his minty scent becoming incredibly intoxicating. He stepped away again, and I felt hurt. “I expect you to be with your mate when you find him. Stay with him, mark him, lie with him, love him.” Then he turned and walked right out of the room.

  His words sounded so… sad. And, for some stupid reason, a part of me felt sad for us. This thing was purely physical, but I didn’t want to leave. Every single day, he made it harder and harder for me to choose the Lycans.

  Roman was aggravating, but I liked aggravating. Roman was infuriating, but I sort of liked infuriating now. Roman was everything I wanted in a man, but he wasn’t mine.

  Sure, I might’ve been able to get away with things with him, but he was the alpha, three whole years older than I was, and was of-age to find his mate. He would’ve told me if I was… his. Alphas were always so possessive, they would take their mate as soon as they could. The tingles were just because I liked him. Not my wolf.

  Playing with me, teasing me, dominating me… it was just a way to pass the time until he found his mate. Just like all alphas did. He would never be mine. He was another girl’s alpha. He was another girl’s mate.

  My wolf growled lowly inside of me, and I shushed her. Now wasn’t the time to be growling over Roman. I sat on his bed, digging my claws into the blankets and inhaling his scent. This was so stupid. I didn’t even like him. I never had.

  Lie.

  He was a good alpha, a good leader, a good guy, and damn good in bed. But that was it. That’s all that he could be. He couldn’t be my mate. He couldn’t. Mates didn’t hurt each other. Mates supported each other.

  No matter how hard I tried to imagine a life without Roman, I couldn’t. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him.

  In my past. In my present. In my future.

  Running through the forest with each other. Playfully fighting each other in the snow. Laughing deep into the night under our blankets in our bed.

  I shook away my fantasies and walked aimlessly through the room, fingers brushing against the bedsheets. No, I couldn’t think of him that way. I didn’t even know who he was. Since his parents died, he had closed himself off to almost everyone… but that didn’t mean that I couldn’t figure out who he really was.

  My fingers brushed against the knob to his closet, and it accidentally opened. I peeked my head into it. Khakis that made his ass look great. Grey sweatpants that I bet would make his ass look even better. T-shirts. V-necks. Boring. Boring. Boring.

  After searching through the pants, he wore last night for some note from a secret love and finding nothing, after looking under his bed and finding just one small dust-bunny, I sat up and sighed through my nose.

  Jeez, Roman wasn’t interesting at all.

  Two leather notebooks sat on his dresser: a red leather one on the bottom and a navy leather one on top. Th
ough I was hoping to find his deepest, darkest secrets in them, I bet it was just some boring ass notes about the pack, scribbled in his messy handwriting.

  I opened the top journal. Every page was dated and had some information about the day written on it. The journal dated back to five years ago. Notes about the pack were neatly written on the pages. Some were extremely detailed and serious, others were just mere thoughts. I turned to the last pages, hoping to find something about me.

  5/5/2019

  Vanessa is so fucking annoying.

  I laughed.

  5/6/2019

  Ryker visits the pack. He is interested in recruiting Isabella.

  The words were written much darker than all the other pages. At one point, it looked like he broke through the page with his pen.

  5/10/2019

  Isabella’s placement is for the best. I don’t get to see her often, since she is ignoring me now, but she is safe.

  He wanted to keep me safe, so he decided to throw me into the hospital. Got it.

  5/12/2019

  A rogue found dead on our property. Isabella’s scent was in the woods the same night. Something is going on with her.

  The last note was dated this morning.

  5/14/2019

  Two rogues found dead. Isabella was lying next to me in bed while it happened.

  The scent of pancakes drifted into the room, and I closed the notebook and continued my search before Roman came back. The other notebook was probably even more boring. I could just imagine all his little notes about every pack member.

  I peeked inside one drawer in his dresser and frowned. Empty. The next one was empty too. In fact, they were all empty. It looked like he had either cleaned it out recently and thrown everything away or he was waiting for someone to move in all of their clothes.

  My wolf growled lowly inside of me at that thought.

  After slamming the drawers harder than I expected, I pressed my lips together. Was he seeing someone else while he was seeing me? Was I a side piece? Was it Vanessa? It probably was. That who—