My cruel Alpha, my sweetheart

Desire

Rebecca's POV

The blue of the sky was under me, and above me was the azure ocean. There was a metal clasping against my throat and neck, and from the smell, I could tell that it was silver. My hands were dangling loose, and I felt excruciating pain in my legs as the metal rings holding them up were starting to cut into the flesh with time. How did I end up in a state like that? Just when I was starting to feel that my life had hit the darkest pit, life took me further below. The warmth from the fire that was burning didn't feel that comfortable at the moment. My head was throbbing with all the blood rushing towards it, and my legs were going numb as I felt them go senseless little by little. "Hey, you hanging in there? Want a bite?" All I could see through my fogging eyelids was the lower half of the body of a very masculine somebody. I slowly remembered that the voice was the same voice I heard when I was being mauled at the beach. After that, everything went black. The man came forward as his manhood came dangerously close to my mouth. But I am sure it was not intentional. He was chewing on a piece of meat, which he thrust towards my mouth. I moved my head sideways, at which point he shrugged and went away to sit in front of the fire that was burning. This was the first time I saw his raw, rugged face. It was way too attractive for me to drool over him, even in that state. He was not the typical handsome guy, as one would call someone in general. His face had scars all over, with a double cut at his left eyebrow. His ears had piercings, and he was wearing what looked like silver jewelry. That was odd. Because most of us from Clovera steered clear of that metal. He sat there chewing on the meat as I watched his Adam's apple move up and down. I could feel my body turning on with his heat for no reason. But I must clarify before that: I was no whore at all. The only logical explanation I could give for my hormonal stir could be that I was given the love potion before my so-called wedding, according to our royal custom. And before you go thinking that it was some kind of magical concoction, it was not. It was some sort of stimulant that caused our estrus to arrive on our first nights. I didn't know its details. "Umm, could you please give me some water?" I finally had to ask because it was getting really difficult for me at that moment. " Me? You want me to get you water?" He scoffed, "Some nerves you have got!" Before I could understand what was so wrong with it, I felt a sharp thrust at my hips and back. I got pocked by something hard and sharp. And I could feel the wetness leaking from those spots. "Easy boys, you don't need to be so rough. Get her some water." He bent down and sat in front of me. His face was close to my face, and his hands pulled my dress up. Strangely enough, I didn't feel bad or protest this time. Instead, I felt a wild rush preoccupying my senses. His palm grazed the skin on my hips as his eyes scanned for my wounds. As he pressed the bleeding down, his eyes cued his men to loosen my bindings. They let my body slow down as the blood suddenly rushed back to my lower body, and I finally felt that excruciating pain run down my spine. It was for the best, now that I see it. Had it not been for the pain, I would have been enslaved by the wild desires that were building under my skin. I couldn't believe the intensity of my attraction towards this man in front of me. It was like an electric current was flowing through my body every time our eyes met. I didn't even know his name or anything about him, but I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. The irony was that I was a hostage being held by him and his gang. The blue of the sky was under me, and above me was the azure ocean. There was a metal clasping against my throat and neck, and from the smell, I could tell that it was silver. My hands were dangling loose, and I felt excruciating pain in my legs as the metal rings holding them up were starting to cut into the flesh with time. How did I end up in a state like that? Just when I was starting to feel that my life had hit the darkest pit, life took me further below. The warmth from the fire that was burning didn't feel that comfortable at the moment. My head was throbbing with all the blood rushing towards it, and my legs were going numb as I felt them go senseless little by little. "Hey, you hanging in there? Want a bite?" All I could see through my fogging eyelids was the lower half of the body of a very masculine somebody. I slowly remembered that the voice was the same voice I heard when I was being mauled at the beach. After that, everything went black. The man came forward as his manhood came dangerously close to my mouth. But I am sure it was not intentional. He was chewing on a piece of meat, which he thrust towards my mouth. I moved my head sideways, at which point he shrugged and went away to sit in front of the fire that was burning. This was the first time I saw his raw, rugged face. It was way too attractive for me to drool over him, even in that state. He was not the typical handsome guy, as one would call someone in general. His face had scars all over, with a double cut at his left eyebrow. His ears had piercings, and he was wearing what looked like silver pieces of jewelry. That was odd. Because most of us from Clovera steered clear of that metal. He sat there chewing on the meat as I watched his Adam's apple move up and down. I could feel my body turning on with his heat for no reason. But I must clarify before that: I was no whore at all. The only logical explanation I could give for my hormonal stir could be that I was given the love potion before my so-called wedding, according to our royal custom. And before you go thinking that it was some kind of magical concoction, it was not. It was some sort of stimulant that caused our estrus to arrive on our first nights. I didn't know its details. "Umm, could you please give me some water?" I finally had to ask because it was getting really difficult for me at that moment. " Me? You want me to get you water?" He scoffed, "Some nerves you have got!" Before I could understand what was so wrong with it, I felt a sharp thrust at my hips and back. I got pocked by something hard and sharp. And I could feel the wetness leaking from those spots. "Easy boys, you don't need to be so rough. Get her some water." He bent down and sat in front of me. His face was close to my face, and his hands pulled my dress up. Strangely enough, I didn't feel bad or protest this time. Instead, I felt a wild rush preoccupying my senses. His palm grazed the skin on my hips as his eyes scanned for my wounds. As he pressed the bleeding down, his eyes cued his men to loosen my bindings. They let my body slow down as the blood suddenly rushed back to my lower body, and I finally felt that excruciating pain run down my spine. It was for the best, now that I see it. Had it not been for the pain, I would have been enslaved by the wild desires that were building under my skin. I couldn't believe the intensity of my attraction towards this man in front of me. It was like an electric current was flowing through my body every time our eyes met. I didn't even know his name or anything about him, but I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. The irony was that I was a hostage being held by him and his gang. I couldn't believe the intensity of my attraction towards this man in front of me. It was like an electric current was flowing through my body every time our eyes met. I didn't even know his name or anything about him, but I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. The irony was that I was a hostage being held by him and his gang. I couldn't believe the intensity of my attraction towards this man in front of me. It was like an electric current was flowing through my body every time our eyes met. I didn't even know his name or anything about him, but I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. The irony was that I was a hostage being held by him and his gang. I couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to run my fingers through his hair behind those ears with those silver earrings and taste his lips. I wondered what his voice would sound like when he moaned in pleasure. My heart was pounding in my chest as I tried to resist the urge to lean in and kiss him right then. I knew it was crazy, but I couldn't help but feel consumed by my lustful desires for him. Casper would have died of jealousy. He was my boyfriend for, like, five long years. He had been pestering me for s*x every single day, but I politely turned him down, spotting the excuse of our wedding day. But here I was, dangling from my leg, imagining the c*ck of the man that kidnapped me, going in and out of my mouth as he held my head. So the pain indeed came as a blessing to help me keep my chastity intact.