Bad Alpha; BadAss Luna

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Cat's POV

Blake tossed me onto the bed and I was surrounded by the white comforter while he positioned himself above me. Our lips had found each other again and were locked in place, using one hand to roughly grip at my body. He then ripped my shirt off, angry at the fabric for keeping our skin from touching for so long. His eyes fixated on my breast as he leans in to flutter kisses down my neck, as if continuing from where we left off a few chapters ago. His tongue made a trail and at some points stopped to suck, giving attention to the most sensitive spots. I could feel my body temperature rise and my panties dampen as he proceeds to go lower, kneading my plump breasts. Moans were escaping my lips even though I tried so hard to subdue them, wanting him to push me to my limits until I screamed for him. His fingertips glided across the hem of my jeans only for them to be torn off my legs, the cloth scattered around the floor. He undressed himself painfully slow, his eyes never leaving mine as he touched himself everywhere.

"You look delicious my little Kitten," He seized his manhood, sliding his palm over the tip of his unusually large size, while he watched me quiver from the site. He pumped himself for my pleasure filled eyes to see, and when a light whimper left my lips he tightly fisted my wrists with one hand. After pinning them above, I could feel the tip of his erection against my opening, my core gripping at his pulsating head. I could see it in Blake's eyes that his beast couldn't take the taunts any longer eventually plunging himself inside me. My walls tear open, hemline splitting as his size could not adjust to my newly broken womanhood. I gasped in pain and pleasure while Blake gripped my neck closer to his face, "You didn't tell me you were.. Kitten." Stunned eyes stared at me, adoration laced through his shock while he stood still.

"You never asked," Smirking as I swayed my hips to get some friction, his rough demeanor now switching off to concern. His hip gently grinds against me, trying to fit the rest of his size but not succeeding as he was way too huge. My hands held onto his muscular arms and I slammed myself downwards, harshly shoving the rest of him inside. "Fuck," I quivered, holding onto Blake for dear life as my body was filled with delight. Instantly Blake started ramming himself into me, with each stroke it felt like his manhood grew as he went deeper. His skin was burning to the touch and beads of sweat were making their way down his forehead with every thrust, eyes boring into mine. His thumb hooked the corner of my mouth and hand clung to my jaw while his other hand slid under my thigh and on my hip. With every last bit of energy he had he used this position to wreck my lower half, pounding my core while reaching over my hip to thumb my clit. I felt my legs tremble and body clench, Blake noticed my incoming orgasm and tightened his hold on my neck, pulling back slowly only to thrust roughly back inside. My moans couldn't be contained, curses were being flown across the room and I could feel myself going over the edge from his callused fingers circling my soaking wet nub. For a second all I could see was a flash of white, bliss taking over my body and my heat dimming down drastically as I came on Blake, palms fisting his locks. He had a death grip on me as I felt his cock pulse, twitching inside me as his cum mixes with mine.

"God damn Kitten..." Blake mumbled, hooking his arms around my body giving me a warm sweaty tug to his body. He slowly slid his half erect shaft out of me, flipping us over so I was laying across his defined chest. My body was finally cooled down for the first time since Blake marked me, eyes drifting away to eventually have a wonderful dream I wouldn't remember in the morning.

Blake's POV

I laid awake after my precious little Kitten dozed off on my chest. She had nuzzled her way into my side, and the aroma of her soaked panties had me hard for the past hour; not being able to enjoy the same 'after sex' rest. Being able to fully have Cat was breathtaking, I cant even comprehend how mind-boggling that moment was. To be her first was everything I'd dreamed of, I raged when I thought about who she had lost her virginity to when we had first met. She's just so out there and deep down I knew somebody had to of had her. I mean she was drool worthy, who wouldn't want that soft skin underneath them. To think of all those walls I punched in anger for the thoughts of somebody else deflowering her, but in reality it was me. My mind then wandered to the many things I could do with Alex's case, my pride not allowing me to think anything but death would be suitable. There is a possibility I could just let him rot down in the cellar, he did touch his Luna, and my wolf roared within from the thought. I nudged Cat off of my body as gently as I could, doing my best to not disturb her sleep. Once dressed I was out the bedroom, advancing down the steps and then out the front door.

'Meet me in the cellar, we have business to take care of,' I mind linked my Beta Aidan, as I marched my way through the dark woods where the pack house was located. The cellar is directly below the pack house, its a dark and damp area but we make sure to keep it somewhat decent for those locked away. Almost each cell was accompanied by a criminal who had either broken laws or disrespected the Alphas over the years. Many were sentenced to life; being fed to be kept alive and tortured as others were forced to sit in their own filth until they eventually died off from starvation or dehydration. The time had fit the crime; my thoughts were scrambled as a tinge of mildew filled my nose, bringing me back to a sense of reality. My eyes adjusted to the ill-lit area surrounded by cages that were accompanied by traitors. I sauntered down the dingy hallway and peered into each cell, finally my legs made their way in front of the metallic smelling vermin. My mouth filled with disgust, the tip of my tongue plagued with distaste forcing me to spit onto the floor. His wounds looked infected for the short period of time they were untended too as he sat with his head hung low; pathetic. I could feel his body tremble the longer my gaze is kept on him, his head slightly lifted up for his eyes to meet mine. A sickening grin was planted on his face, no remorse was found for touching his luna, sparking the flame of anger within me yet again. Aidens footsteps could be heard down the musty hall and as soon as he came close to me I had ordered him and his brother to take this filth out to the Ghost Lands to dismember his body painfully slow.

(This is where I have left off with redoing the stories- I apologize for anything beyond this point, it most likely wont make sense after this. Last updated; June 28th 2021)