Sold To The Savage Alpha

"Alpha Lucien...f..fuck..yes! Please..please, harder!" The brunette's scream shattered into sobs as her body slammed against the surface of his desk.

Her cheek was mashed to the cold glass, tits flattened, mouth drooling, throat hoarse from how long he'd been using her.

Her ass was high in the air, legs spread wide, pussy stretched tight around the monstrous cock pounding into her like a weapon. Lucien didn't even look at her face.

He grunted once..low and bored..his eyes locked on the creamy ring of filth foaming around the base of his cock as he rammed into her cunt like she was nothing more than a hole to be used and discarded.

"Fuckin' loud today, aren't you?" he muttered, yanking her hair back. "What's the matter? Thought you liked being my fuckpet." She whimpered, nodding, desperate. "I do..I do...Alpha, I love..." "Don't." His voice dropped into a growl.

"Don't you dare say that word. You're not here to love me. You're here to take cock. That's it." He pulled out just to the tip and slammed back in so hard the desk actually shook.

Her scream cut off into a gagged sob as her entire body jerked forward. "That's what I fucking thought.

"Now shut up and cum for me like the good little cumdump you are." He gripped her hips like handles and used her, no rhythm, no tenderness, just raw power...just the brutal sound of slick flesh slamming against flesh.

Her pussy squelched wet and messy, juices dripping from her ruined slit to the floor in a steady stream. The whole office smelled like sex, like sweat, like Alpha heat.

"You like this desk, sweetheart?" he sneered, voice dripping with mockery. "Had three others on it before you this week. You're just the warm-up." She moaned like a broken whore.

"Alpha...please...your knot... "You want my knot, bitch? What makes you think you're good enough to take it?" His hand came down in a brutal smack across her ass.

"You beg for it, but all I see is a soaked little slut who can't even hold in her cream. You're dripping all over my fucking floor. Pathetic." Her legs trembled violently as she squirted again, completely helpless, her pussy convulsing around him in a gush of filth. Lucien laughed..cold and cruel.

"That's it. Cum all over your Alpha's cock like a needy little house pet. Ruin the fucking floor for me. That's what you're good for." He reached forward, grabbed her by the throat, and pulled..forcing her back into an arch so he could watch his cock disappear over and over into her raw, used hole.

His knot was swelling now, thick and angry, and she was choking on her own moans. "Say it. Say what you are." "I'm your...your puppet...your hole...please Alpha, knot me! Breed me like the mutt I am!" Lucien grinned.

The first real expression on his face. "That's the spirit." "You like this cock, don't you?" he growled, yanking her hair so her back arched and her scream tore through the air.

"Say it." "Yes, Alpha," she gasped. "I...fuck...I love it..." He pulled out slowly, just the tip left inside her, and she cried at the emptiness. Her walls clenched like they were starving. Lucien smirked, eyes flashing with savage heat. "Then beg me for it."

She moaned helplessly, thighs shaking. "Please. Please, Alpha, don't stop, I need..." He slammed into her so hard the desk scraped across the floor. She screamed.

Her whole body went limp, her eyes rolling back as she came without permission, gushing all over his cock, soaking his thighs. Her knees gave out, but Lucien didn't stop.

He dragged her back up by her throat, pounding her from behind, her pussy dripping and overstimulated, tears pouring down her cheeks as he fucked her through it.

"Pathetic little cunt," he hissed into her ear. "You can't even stay conscious with my cock inside you." She sobbed. He grabbed her jaw, twisted her face toward him, made her look at him as he fucked her through it all.

"You think this is the best you'll ever get?" he asked coldly. She nodded, delirious. "Yes...Alpha...yes..." "Wrong." Lucien pulled out, thick cock coated in her slick, twitching with need. He grabbed her by the hair, shoved her to her knees between his legs.

"Open your mouth." She obeyed instantly. He shoved his cock past her lips, down her throat, no warning. She choked, tears streaming, her hands gripping his thighs like he was the only thing keeping her alive.

Lucien moaned...low, dark as he threw his head backwards, His hand fisted in her hair, guiding her head, using her mouth like it was nothing more than a wet hole designed to take his cock.

"Fuck, you're better like this," he snarled, his eyes locked on her ruined face. "On your knees, drooling on my balls, throat full of Alpha cock."

She gagged and whimpered, mascara running down her cheeks, spit glistening on her lips as she stared up at him with glassy, fucked-out eyes. He pulled out with a growl, dragged her back up to her feet, spun her, and bent her back over the desk.

"Still not done," he muttered, sliding his cock back into her dripping pussy with a grunt of satisfaction. She sobbed. Came again. And this time, he let himself go. Lucien buried himself to the base, his knot swelling, stretching her until she screamed and came again, her body convulsing around him as he fucked her through orgasm after orgasm.

He bit her shoulder. Hard. And dipped his claws into her skin. And when he finally came..when his cock exploded deep inside her, pumping her full until she couldn't even hold herself up anymore..he just exhaled and let her collapse. He pulled out without a word.

She lay there. Shaking. Whimpering. Wrecked. Lucien walked away, still half-hard, wiping his hands on a silk towel like he'd just washed his car. She struggled to sit up. Her dress was ripped. Her legs were useless.

Her breath shaky. "Alpha..." she whispered, voice hoarse. "When should I come back? When will you need my service again?" Lucien turned slowly. Lit a cigar. Took a deep drag.

Then crossed the room in three slow, heavy steps. He grabbed her jaw so hard her lips parted. His voice was a low, dangerous snarl.

"When I need your fucking service again" he said coldly, "I'll let you know" He shoved her back. "Now get the fuck out of my office before I snap your neck! I'm done with you" She didn't say another word.

Just grabbed her heels, stumbled barefoot across the marble, and vanished through the door, soaking wet and destroyed. Lucien stood in silence.

His chest was bare. His cock still thick. His hands still twitching from the violence of release. Just as he was about to go for an important meeting, his phone buzzed. He picked it up as he looked at the caller ID. Evan's. What the hell does he want?

"Speak to me Evan's! And I swear to the moon goddess if it's not something of importance I'd rip your fucking head off and feed it to my dogs! Evan's voice crackled on the other end, calm and cold. "We found him Alpha" Lucien's jaw clenched. Muscles flexed. Something inside him snapped.

His voice dropped to a whisper, a low husky whisper thst honestly would send a shiver down anyone's spine. "I'm coming" That was all it took. Lucien dropped the phone without looking. His jaw clenched, muscles twitching in his neck as silence pressed against the room like a loaded gun.

He exhaled slowly through his nose. The kind of breath a man took right before he did something irreversible. His skin was still hot from the sex. His cock still heavy, his body still humming from the girl's screams echoing off the desk.

But the tension in his bones was changing. Shifting. Not lust anymore. Something colder. He walked across his office, as he reached the edge of the bookcase and pressed his palm against the wall.

A soft hiss broke as a hidden door opened, revealing the room no one dared to enter. The walls were black. The weapons gleamed. He stepped inside.

"He thinks he can fuck with me," he muttered to himself. "He thinks he can get away with what he did" He opened a drawer. Pulled out his gloves. Thick, black leather. Lined with iron. He slid his hands into them, fingers curling one at a time.

One punch was enough to shatter bone. A second? It wouldn't leave a face behind. You'd ask yourself what kind of Alpha did that. What kind of Alpha needed spiked gloves and silence to kill. Oh, dear reader. Lucien Virelli wasn't like other Alphas.

He wasn't just a wolf. He wasn't just a king. He belonged to the mafia...the supernatural kind. The kind that made the strongest packs kneel and beg not for peace... but to be spared. He didn't play politics.

He didn't forgive. He didn't show mercy. He fucking erased. "One punch," he whispered, staring at his reflection in the steel panel. "That's all it'll take. Maybe two if I feel merciful." He smiled at his own lie. Lucien didn't know mercy. Didn't care for it. He was carved from something colder than right or wrong. He grabbed the shirt hanging from the hook. Black silk. Expensive.

His kind of armor. He threw it on without bothering to button it past his navel, letting the tattoos over his chest and ribs show like a warning. He strapped a blade to his thigh. Slid two silver daggers into the hidden sheaths at his sleeves.

Tucked a gun behind his back. "You made me come off my high for this," he muttered, rolling his neck. "So now I'll return the favor." He walked to the mirror. Bloodshot eyes. Heavy breath. Sweat still slick across his collarbone. The scar along his jaw stood out under the lighting.

He looked like a man who had just finished fucking and was already craving a body to bury. Not the kind you bury with tears. The kind you bury in pieces. He reached for the cigar he'd left burning on the edge of the glass shelf. Took a slow drag.

The smoke curled through his lips as he stared into the glass, eyes cold, dead, hungry. "You had your chance," he whispered. One more drag. One last breath.

Then he crushed the cigar beneath his glove, turned toward the door, and smiled without warmth. "Time to kill."