The Alpha's Bondage

Breaking Point

♛Harley♛

I woke up feeling confused and out of sorts. I was on the couch with my arm under my head and my neck at a stupid angle. My mouth tasted like old tea, and I blinked hard as I slowly sat up.

“Were you seriously just watching me sleep?” I asked Archer as I rubbed my eyes.

“I couldn’t stay away,”

“You…you couldn’t stay away,” I repeated. The blanket had twisted itself around me, and for a moment, I struggled to get free. I noticed I was missing a sock. Not that I cared. “Tell me, Archer, is that supposed to make me feel better?” I questioned, my voice still rough from sleep. “Because I just spent another day waiting for you…and guess what, today I had a lot of time to overthink things,”

“I know, I’m sorry,” Archer said, but then he frowned. “The contract—”

“Don’t,” I snapped. “Don’t talk to me about the contract. I get it. I signed it. s*x on demand. No feelings. Three months. But I’m not a toy, Archer. I’m not just here for your hunger,” he stiffened.

“It’s not just that. You know it’s more. It’s always been more with you,”

“Really?” I laughed. “Even now, right now, you are turned on. You are hungry. Even in the middle of an argument, you look at me like you are starving,” I stood up and started to pace. My skin was hot with frustration. “It’s always there. I see it in your eyes, the way your jaw sets. You want me, but not for me. Just for what I do to your curse,” Archer’s expression darkened.

“Seriously? Do you think I want this? To have this…insatiable hunger for s*x? Do you think I enjoy taking women and signing contracts? I never asked for this, Harley. I…” his voice trailed off, and I took a step toward him.

“What? Talk to me, Archer,” I pleaded softly.

“The first time I got hungry, I didn’t understand it. I thought it was just…my coming of age thing, you know? But having a girlfriend wasn’t enough. The connection. The emotions. It was pointless. It didn’t feed the curse. It had to be s****l,” my eyes went wide in surprise. “I hate it, Harley. I want the connection. I want the emotions and the love…”

“So, then?”

“If I don’t feed the hunger…it changes me and not into something good,”

“Ok?” I frowned in confusion.

“It’s not easy to explain. It’s just…it's not that simple,” I took another step toward him. “And with you…its different. Everything is different and…you aren’t just some toy, Harley,”

“But you do want me?”

“Yes, of course,”

“Even now,”

“Even now,” he confirmed. I wasn’t sure who moved first. Him or me. Our lips crashed together in a kiss filled with rage and lust. I bit his lip, and Archer groaned as he deepened the kiss. It wasn’t just different, it was intense. “Bedroom,” he said against my lips. We moved as one, never breaking the kiss. I didn’t even register anything else until the starkness of the room distracted me. He hadn’t guided us to my bedroom. He had guided us to the white room.

“Is this…a good idea?” I asked as I glanced around.

“We need different right now,” he said. “But if you don’t want to…”

“I do,” I hurriedly said. Archer pulled me back into his arms and kissed me. It was hard and raw. Clothes hit the floor in a rush. He spun me around and pressed me against the door. We kissed as if we were fighting, and then he dragged me to the bed. He wasn’t gentle, but he was careful. There was a raw need, and I wanted it. I wanted all of it. Archer didn’t waste any time, and that suited me just fine. He made sure I was ready by slipping a finger inside of me. I moaned as a wave of pleasure washed over me. When he pulled back, I protested.

“Soon,” he promised as he grabbed a condom from the drawer. I spread my legs in silent invitation, and Archer didn’t even hesitate. He thrust into me hard and fast, barely giving me time to adjust. My back arched, and I cried out as a wave of pleasure washed over me. I clung to him as the room spun. The smell of s*x filled my senses, and all I could think and feel was him. My nails dug into his shoulders as he drove into me again and again. I knew I wasn’t going to last. I was so close.

“More,” I pleaded, and Archer nodded before he doubled his efforts. I was surprised when his whole body tensed up. I watched in fascination as Archer reached his climax. He twitched, and his movements became a bit erratic. I held on, and a moment late, I joined him in ecstasy. Pleasure rolled over me like a shock. Archer rolled off me, and I simply lay there and basked in the afterglow. My body tingled and I smiled.

“Do you feel better?”

“Nope,”

“No? Seriously, Harley?”

“I am not your toy, Archer,” I said as I glanced over at him. He traced a line down my side.

“Harley,” he whispered my name, and I turned to him, searching his face for answers I still couldn’t name.

“What are we doing?” I asked. He shook his head.

“I don’t know,” he whispered. Something was definitely different. I just couldn’t name it. “Are you ok?” Archer then asked as he leaned in and kissed my shoulder.

“Yeah…” that wasn’t a lie. I was ok. I felt ok. In fact, I felt better than ok. It was just this nagging feeling deep inside of me. It was as if it was trying to tell me something. Something I didn’t understand.

“You aren’t a toy to me, Harley,” Archer said, and I glanced up at him. He held my gaze before he kissed me. It wasn’t as raw as it had been earlier. It wasn’t filled with hunger or desperation. It was a soft kiss. Almost tender. And that confused me quite a bit. I was here to feed his curse. His hunger. And yet, he kissed me as if I were something precious. What did it all mean? I wasn’t sure how to explain it, but I understood that Archer wasn’t just different. He was mine. And I wasn’t even sure what that meant exactly. But I made a silent promise to myself that I would find out what it meant. One way or another.

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