The Alpha's Bondage

♚Archer♚ “Say it,” I told Lucy, and she smiled up at me like she already knew what I needed. Heat rolled through my chest, and the room answered with slow breaths and the faint thrum of distant air that never reached the world above. I felt her fingers slide to the back of my neck, and I let myself sink into the rhythm of her body and mine. There was no rushing it, and I wasn’t going to pretend that it was anything other than what it was. After all, it was what we had agreed on. And it was also the last time. “I will miss you,” she whispered, and I kissed the corner of her mouth and tasted the sweat there. I didn’t close my eyes. I wanted to see her when she let go. I wanted to memorize the color that flushed her skin and the way her body trembled when she reached her climax. Over the past three months, Lucy had learned how to breathe with me. How to move with me. It was a quiet surrender that eased the ache just enough to keep me from breaking. “Do you want me to stay the night?” she asked. “No,” I whispered as I slowed the pace. I slowed, but I continued to thrust hard. I listened to her breathing, to the soft sounds that escaped from her lips. Lucy closed her eyes as she clung to me, and for a moment, I admired her raven black hair that was spread out across the satin white sheets. It added to the hunger inside of me, and I let out a growl of pleasure as I picked up the pace. I admired the way her perky breasts bounced as I f****d into her harder and faster. “Archer!” she cried out as her orgasm hit her. She tightened around me, and I chased my own release. A moment later, I spilled into the condom with a violent shudder of absolute pleasure. I leaned in and kissed her one last time before I carefully and gently pulled out of her. Even though I was already half hard again, I disposed of the condom and handed her a bottle of water. “Rest,” I said as I reached out and brushed a strand of damp hair from her forehead. I felt the edge of the hunger roll back like a tide that hated to leave the shore. The hunger never vanished. But for now, it was satisfied. “Are you sure I can’t stay?” Lucy questioned. “We could always extend the contract,” the offer was tempting, but three months was already pushing it. “You know the rules, Lucy,” I reminded her. She searched my face like there might be a crack I had been hiding from her. And then she nodded as she lowered her gaze. I stepped back and gave her some space. But I didn’t leave until she slowly got to her feet. I pulled on my clothes and waited until she finished taking a shower and had gotten dressed. She didn’t have anything of her own, but she looked around the white room and sighed softly. I half expected her to say something, but she didn’t. We left the room, and I made sure to lock the door. We walked through the living room to the trap door. “Oh,” she whispered as she stepped outside for the first time in three months. She breathed in deeply, and then she looked at me. “Um…thank you?” I laughed. “No, thank you,” I said. Just then, a car pulled up, and Lucy glanced at me one more time. I didn’t say another word, and neither did she. Not only was our contract over, but we had nothing to offer one another. With a heavy sigh, Lucy got into the backseat. I watched as the car rolled away, and eventually it disappeared. I went back inside and made sure that the place was completely clean and void of anything that Lucy had overused or made her own. I filled three crates and stored them in the tiny basement. I then unlocked the white door and stepped into the room. It smelled of s*x, and the hunger roared to life. “You seriously need to do better planning,” Ragnar, my wolf, remarked. “I’m already hungry again,” “Tell me about it,” I muttered aloud as I stripped the bed. I threw it in the washing machine that was in the small laundry room. I double-checked that everything was clean and ready for my next consort. When I was done, I locked up my dungeon and headed outside. “Call her!” Ragnar snapped, and I sighed as I took out my phone and dialed her number. “Archer,” Seraphina purred when she answered my call. “Has it been three months already?” “Do you have someone?” I asked. There was no need for pleasantries. This was purely business. Seraphine knew my rules. “I do,” she answered, and I heard ice clink against glass somewhere on her end. She let the silence tease one beat, then two. It was as if she wanted to torture me. I growled low when she took too long. “Harley Hunter,” “Repeat it,” I said, and I felt a thread slip tight just under my ribs. The air around me cooled, and I felt myself stiffen in my pants. I adjusted myself as I gripped the phone harder. “Harley Hunter,” she repeated. “What do you have on her?” I asked. Thankfully, this time, she didn’t tease me. “Harley is perfect for you, Archer. She is an orphan and an omega. But she is scarred. Not physically, but emotionally. She was brutally attacked by a man named Malrik. She wants him gone. She wants her revenge. So…like I said, perfect for you,” “Yes, it sounds like it,” I said as the fire in my groin pulsed. “Very well. Meet me at ten tomorrow morning. I will bring all the information, and we can do our little stalking thing. Ironshade South. Meet me at the old theater lobby,” Seraphine said. “I will be there,” I said before I ended the call. Ragnar bristled just underneath the surface, and I groaned. “Like I said, you seriously need to plan this better,” he spat out rather angrily. “Yeah, yeah,” I closed my eyes for a moment and breathed in the cool air. After a moment, I had managed to calm myself down enough to head home. The pack was an hour’s walk away, but I always enjoyed it. What I didn’t enjoy was the hunger that burned inside me. ♚♚