The Feral Alpha's Captive-Chapter 95: Sealing

🦋ALTHEA

I whimpered, the sound muffled by his deepening kiss, my tears drying on my cheeks as the coil in my belly reformed, tighter and hotter. His teasing built it steadily, thumb flicking now, then pinching lightly, drawing out gasps that had me shifting atop him. The frustration from before melted into need, my body craving movement, craving to take him as fiercely as he held back.

Finally, it snapped—pain fully eclipsed by a pulsing want that made my thighs quiver. I broke the kiss, bracing my hands on his chest, and lifted my hips experimentally. His cock slid out halfway, the drag exquisite, before I sank back down, a moan tearing from my throat at the renewed fullness.

Thorne’s eyes locked on mine, dark and intense, but he let me set the pace now, his hands guiding my ass without forcing. I rode him then, rising and falling in a building rhythm, my pussy swallowing his length over and over, the wet slap of skin meeting skin filling the air. Zyra amplified it all—the slap of my clit against his pelvis, the grind of his base against my folds—pushing me toward that shattering edge with every bounce.

Even as I rode him with increasing fervor, Thorne’s restraint was a palpable force, his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass just enough to guide, never to demand. His hips rose to meet mine, but the thrusts were measured, controlled, like he was afraid one wrong surge would break me.

I could see it in the tight line of his jaw, the way his gaze flickered with that inner battle—wanting to unleash but holding back for my sake. It stirred something fierce in me, a mix of tenderness and defiance. I wanted all of him, the hell hound beneath the man, without the fear holding him leashed.

Slowing my rhythm, I shifted us carefully, drawing my legs around his waist as I settled into his lap, our bodies folding into the lotus position.

His cock stayed buried deep inside me, the angle pressing him against that sensitive spot that made my inner walls clench around his thickness. Face to face now, breaths mingling, I cupped his face and leaned in, my lips brushing his in a slow, teasing kiss.

I nipped at his lower lip, then soothed it with my tongue, drawing out the contact until it was a languid dance of mouths, soft and unhurried. His hands slid up my back, pulling me closer, but still, he let me lead, his body taut beneath me.

I pulled back just enough to break the kiss, my forehead resting against his, eyes searching those dark depths. "Do you even want me?" I whispered, the words laced with playful doubt, even as I rolled my hips in a deliberate grind, feeling his cock twitch hard inside my pussy, the veins pulsing against my slick heat.

He stilled beneath me, his breath catching, but I didn’t stop—I kept riding him, lifting and sinking in shallow, teasing motions that milked his length, my juices coating us both with every slide. The friction built that delicious ache, my clit rubbing against his base.

Thorne’s eyes narrowed, a low growl rumbling in his chest, and then he captured my mouth again, mirroring my slowness at first, his tongue exploring with restrained hunger.

But as I persisted, his thrusts grew harder, hips snapping up to meet mine with more force, driving his cock deeper into my core. Yet even then, I felt the leash—he was holding back, muscles coiled like a spring not yet released.

Emboldened, I broke the kiss again, my voice a husky challenge as I bounced faster, my breasts pressing against his chest. "I expected more from the hell hound," I taunted, feeling the telltale swell at the base of his cock, his knot beginning to inflate, stretching my entrance with its growing pressure.

It was working—his self-control fracturing under my words, the beast stirring as my pussy gripped him tighter, waves of pleasure coiling low in my belly.

Leaning in close, my lips brushing his ear, I whispered, "Is the hell hound holding back... or is this the best he can do?"

In an instant, he whipped my back against the bed, his arm banding around my waist like iron as he brought his mouth to the earlier mark on my pulse point.

A savage snarl vibrated against my skin. "You have no idea," he rasped, before his teeth sank down, biting with just enough edge to send sparks of pain-laced ecstasy racing through me.

Then, with a powerful twist of his body, he flipped us, pinning me beneath him, his weight pressing me into the mattress as his cock thrust deep once more, the knot now fully swelling, locking us together in unrelenting heat.

Thorne’s body covered mine completely, his muscles flexing as he pinned me down, the heat of his skin searing against me. His cock plunged deep into my pussy with a forceful thrust, the swollen knot at the base stretching my entrance wide, locking us in place as it inflated further, trapping every inch of his thick length inside me.

I gasped, my walls clenching around him, the pressure building an intense fullness that made my toes curl. He started fucking me then, hips snapping forward in powerful strokes, pulling back only as far as the knot allowed before slamming back in, the wet sounds of my slick pussy gripping him echoing in the room.

As our bodies moved together, a wild energy surged between us, pulling at the spirits within. Zyra stirred fiercely inside me, her vicious presence rising like a storm, claws out and teeth bared.

She lunged toward the shadow wolf that emerged from Thorne—Umbra, his name whispered through the haze of pleasure, a dark, relentless form of swirling shadows and glowing eyes.

I heard it clearly in my mind, Umbra, as Zyra snarled and swiped at him, her form a blur of feral aggression, trying to dominate the space around our joined bodies.

Umbra didn’t back down; he was relentless, shadows coiling like smoke to counter her attacks, his form pressing forward with unsurmountable force.

But beneath the fight, I sensed his awe—longing etched into every shadowy tendril that reached for her, want pulsing through him as he mirrored her ferocity.

They clashed in the ethereal plane, Zyra’s vicious snaps met by Umbra’s unbreaking pursuit, their battle fueling the rhythm of our fucking.

Each thrust from Thorne sent shockwaves through me, his cock dragging along my inner walls, hitting deep spots that made stars burst behind my eyes, while Zyra’s growls vibrated in my chest, urging me to push back against him.

I arched up, nails raking down his back, drawing blood that only seemed to spur him on. "Harder," I moaned, my voice raw, and he obliged, pounding into me with renewed vigor, the knot swelling even more, sealing us tighter as my pussy fluttered around the intrusion.

Umbra’s shadows wrapped around Zyra, his relentless drive laced with that deep-seated desire, awestruck by her fire.

I could have flushed on her behalf—if I was not being pounded.

She fought viciously, nipping and clawing, but he held firm, their struggle a dance of wills that mirrored our own—desire clashing with the need to claim.

Thorne’s mouth found my neck again, teeth grazing the fresh bite mark, and I tilted my head, exposing more skin. In the heat of it, as Zyra finally yielded just enough to let Umbra’s shadows brush her fur, we marked each other fully.

He mounted her marking her throat, relenting too as she flipped them over, her teeth finding his throat too.

I sank my teeth into Thorne’s shoulder, biting down hard enough to taste the metallic tang of his blood, claiming him as mine in that moment.

He growled low, reciprocating by latching onto my collarbone, sucking and biting until the skin bruised under his assault, the pain blending seamlessly with the pleasure of his cock buried deep.

It was a battle won—our wolves entwining as much as fighting, Zyra’s viciousness softening under Umbra’s longing gaze. Thorne’s thrusts grew erratic, the knot at its fullest now, pulsing inside me, and with a final, deep plunge, he came.

Hot spurts of cum flooded my pussy, filling me to the brim, the sensation pushing me over the edge too. I cried out, my walls milking him as my orgasm crashed through, waves of ecstasy rippling from my core outward, our bodies locked together in the aftermath, breaths heaving as the marking sealed our bond.