The intruder

I wake up again, but this time it's different. It's a smell that wakes me up and makes my skin burn, and my groin is throbbing painfully.

I'm soaked to the thighs, my underwear drenched with my fluids, and that's when I smell it.

It's a strong smell of malt liquor or something like that, with woody notes. It's so powerful yet alluring, and it's driving me crazy. But where is it coming from, and why does it affect me so much? I try to open my eyes, which keep closing as I smell that dominant male. And boy, is he dominant. All I can see is a tall, strong figure standing in the shadows of my room, and I don't understand. What is he doing here? How did he enter? Who is he?

I'm trying to get up, and just when I'm about to succeed, he releases his pheromones again, and the scent sends a jolt of electricity through my body, knocking me back onto the bed from the sheer sensation it produces.

Yeah, I'm screwed. This male is so strong that just his scent has me writhing in my bed, and I don't know what to do. I don't even want to imagine what would happen if he touched me. What should I do now? But I don't have time to plan anything because the moment he speaks, my vagina contracts just from the sound of his voice.

"Do you feel unwell, little bitch? Do you need me to mount you? Ask me to do it, and I'll make you scream with pleasure until your wetness drips down my testicles." His voice is hoarse and almost guttural, but it doesn't remind me of anyone who has ever threatened me before with that alpha voice. Just hearing him say that makes my back arch from the sensation of his voice vibrating on my skin.

I keep fighting, but he's not a good guy. This dominant male is perverse, and he keeps releasing bursts of hormones in my small room, suffocating me with his scent. My fog is out of control, and at times, I give in to the overwhelming need.

"Please, don't do this to me. I don't want it. Please, just leave," I utter, my voice ridiculously sexy, and I don't know if I'm asking him to leave me alone or to fuck me right now. I'm leaning towards the latter. Anyone would say that I'm leaning towards the latter.

"Little bitch, if you want to suffer, that's up to you. You just need to ask me to relieve your discomfort, and I'll gladly do it." This damn male is toying with me, but I can't take it anymore. I am dying every second.

"Say it, little wolf. Ask me to mount you," he demands. Damn it, this is killing me. How can his voice and his scent be so attractive? This has never happened to me before.

"I... I want you to mount me. Please help me. I can't take it anymore," I murmur like a beggar, and in reality, I'm begging him not to torture me anymore. He's not going to leave, and I would explode with desire.

I see him circling the bed, and he starts undressing, but it's dark. I can only see his silhouette and his movements, not his face.

It's obvious that he's an alpha male, yes... a big alpha male. He's huge next to me, and I'm a bit short, completely engulfed by him. That's a given.

I automatically spread my legs, and he grabs my wrists, placing my hands above my head, planting a kiss on me that makes me tremble like a leaf. It's my damn first kiss, and this male is shamelessly stealing it from me.

He hovers over me and starts placing kisses on my neck, reaching the hollow of my collarbone and neck. That's where mates are marked, and it makes me nervous. But at this point, I've lost control of myself. He licks and nibbles hard on the area, making me moan like a mating bitch in heat, which is what I am right now.

His hands skillfully wander across my body, knowing exactly where to apply pressure to make me gasp. I feel him rubbing his member against my intimacy, driving me insane. By the goddess Luna, what torture...!

He kneels with my thighs on his hips, and I can feel his intense gaze. I can't see him, but I know he's scrutinizing me. He's an alpha, and his night vision is better than us omegas, who are merely workers and not born warriors.

I feel his hands on my breasts, gently kneading them, and I swear I'm trying not to moan too much out of dignity. But he destroys my intentions of emerging unscathed from this situation.

I want you to whimper, little puppy. If you try to hold back, I will punish you and you won't like it. Shit, it's a warning, and I don't think it's good to provoke this male. That's clear to me, he is not usual.

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