It Wasn't Right

Sheera and Tabitha were in her room, eating some chips Tabitha had come with. 

Earlier that day, Tabitha had come in to check up on her. She brought Sheera some hot tea and advised her to bath with very warm water to ease the pain in her legs. 

In addition, she provided her with some lim'ma herbs to prevent conception. 

Now, by evening, as they sat in the room, chit-chatting, Sheera was already a little relieved. 

She was talking to Tabitha about coming to assist in the kitchen from time to time. But Tabitha was against it, insisting Sheera should enjoy the comfort of the Fortress and not bother herself simply because she was bored. 

"The name of the woman we answer to is Rena," Tabitha said. "She is very strict. And I doubt she shall pay any heed to your suggestion."

"But why? It's not like I was brought in here as someone special. I am barely a..."

"Who else have you seen being the Alpha's 'plaything' Sheera?" Tabitha rolled her eyes. "Few have even laid eyes upon the Alpha's chambers. You hold a unique position here, make no mistake."

Sheera almost laughed at her statement. She knew she didn't have any relevance in the Fortress. She couldn't. 

A rap on her door jerked her. While Tabitha was calm, Sheera went into a frenzy of panic. 

The entire day, she's been trying to distract herself with everything she could - including her painful moment with the Alpha. All in an attempt to get her mind off the Keeper she had murdered the previous day. She knew it was likely that his body had already been found. The thought of it made her sick. 

Tabitha noticed her fear. Although, she couldn't quite understand it. 

"I shall answer it," Tabitha stood up and went for the door. 

Opening it, the bellows of her breath sputtered and died when she found Kalaril on the other side, his hand gripping the hilt of a sword sheath. There were two Keepers behind him - higher ranking Keepers.

Kalaril was attired in garments befitting his high rank, and a savage aura clung to him. The deep scar on his cheek only marred his handsomeness with a hint of danger.

Tabitha worked to swallow around the lump in her throat as she forced her pained gaze to the floor. 

"Greetings, Beta."

Sheera could see Kalaril from where she sat. And despite the ache in her heart, she couldn't help but notice the strained energy between them. 

Kalaril's cold gaze lingered on Tabitha a little longer than it was supposed to before shifting to Sheera who he was able to see above her shoulders. 

"The Alpha summons you. This instant." He said the words like they were a command. 

Not looking at anyone else, he left. 

Tabitha closed the door with a shaky breath, then put on a faux smile as she turned to Sheera. 

Sheera had some questions to ask, but the problem that laid before her was bigger. 

Why would the Alpha want her back in his chambers?! By the moon, she wasn't ready to face him again!

Sensing her thoughts, Tabitha approached her and reached for her hands. 

"You'll be fine, Sheera. Your body is only going to adjust to it." She cooed. 

But Sheera wagged her head. "I... I don't know if I can, Tabitha. The Alpha is... Last night was..."

"I know. But I fear you have little choice in the matter, Sheera. You need to get used to it."

Deep breaths. Over and over again. Sheera took them until she was certain she wasn't going to hyperventilate in front of the Alpha.

****†

She had her head inclined forward as she stood in his chambers, awaiting his command. 

Keegan stood behind her, leaning against his study table as he observed her like she were a masterpiece. 

Now that she stood before him - ready and vulnerable - he felt his cravings grow. That deep uncontrolled hunger. 

In one word, he ordered her to strip. 

He trained his eyes on her as every piece of clothing fell off her skin. Each layer revealing more of the flawless skin that both enticed and infuriated him. 

Perfection. That was all he thought. 

And oh, he wanted to ruin it. 

He wanted the satisfaction of crushing that innocence, of staining her purity with his darkness.

Just like the previous night, Keegan was simply dressed in pants and tunic, calming that depths in Sheera. 

Still, she feared him. Despite how charming and desirable he appeared, there was still that dark aura around him that made everyone scared of him. 

Leaning away from the table, he approached her, taking every curve and dip of her form. When he stood before her, he could hear the pounding of her heart. Her fear was almost touchable. And the moon will damn him if he said he didn't like it. 

Sheera forced her eyes to stick to the floor. When he turned away from her, she sighed in relief. 

Keegan took a seat, the space before him bare. 

"Come kneel, Sheera," his voice was a low rumble. 

Her anxiety tripled. Trembling, she shuffled towards him and fell on her knees between his booted feet. 

Her mother's lessons echoed in her head, providing her with a hint of what the Alpha wanted from her at that moment. Still, she waited, her eyes now on the floor between his legs. 

Keegan put a finger under her chin and slowly, tilted her face upwards until their eyes met. 

Sheera's heart stopped beating. Round blue eyes met pretty silver eyes. And a pox on her if those weren't the prettiest eyes she's ever seen.

How could anyone have silver eyes? Moreso, how could a man with a heart unbefitting possess such rare beauty?

Leaning forward, Keegan's voice dropped to a silken hush laced with a cruel edge. "When I tell you to kneel between my legs, it can only mean one thing, lady." A sneer twisted his words, making them barbed. 

Sheera swallowed tightly and gave a nod. Letting go of her chin, Keegan reclined in his seat and watched her do the needful. 

With shaking hands, she fumbled with the fastening of his pants, her fear intensifying with every rustle of fabric. 

Finally, the center part of him was out.

A small gasp cut through her throat. Sheera forced herself not to look too shocked as she had the Alpha's cock in front of her. Just like she'd thought the previous night - she may not have seen a man's private part before, but she could definitely tell when it wasn't normal.  

Suddenly, her fears tripled. The realization of 'this' being inside of her was terrifying. Horrifying. No wonder it had hurt more than her mother had described it would. 'This' should not be normal. It looked monstrous and way too big.

She realized she was stalling and didn't want to do anything to get him upset. So, slowly, she lowered her mouth to it, covering merely three inches of it before the sheer wrongness of it forced her to stop. 

Keegan hissed, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. 

Lost in the throes of his own desire, it didn't register to him that she was frozen and wasn't taking any more of him. The feel of her mouth wrapped around three inches of him was enough to drive him to insanity. 

Something about this didn't feel right. The fact that it felt this good and different wasn't right. 

The deep hunger he felt was slowly becoming satiated. That deep craving that even Odessa had not been able to satisfy was finally being tamed. 

For close to a minute, he relished in the moment. Then, with a force so hard, he yanked her hair, causing her to groan.

"Go deeper." It was a command - one that hinted at consequences if disobeyed. 

Sheera's heart was heavily pounding in her chest. As much as it seemed difficult, she pushed her head lower. Each excruciating inch she forced down her throat felt like swallowing a burning coal.

Tears welled her eyes until she couldn't go any further, not even if he had a knife to her throat. 

She gagged and struggled with the discomfort down her throat. Shutting her eyes, she pushed her mouth up and down the very length she had stopped. It had to be done slowly. And each time she went back down, she struggled for air. 

She was slow and wasn't enough for Keegan, but it could suffice. 

It was driving him insane - the sensation of his cock halfway in her mouth which felt like they were coated with maple syrup. 

It was one of the best feelings he's ever had. And the urge for more sent him to snag her hair, jerking her down and thrusting himself deep into her throat. 

She let out a muffled cry, tears rimming the corners of her eyes. 

Even at that, his full length still wasn't inside of her. Although, most of it was. 

Sheera choked and yearned for freedom. But it wasn't forthcoming as Keegan began thrusting in and out of her mouth. Her hands reflexively reached for his thighs, but he swatted them away, leaving her to fist them beside her. 

He throat-fucked her until there were tears running out of the corners of her eyes. 

In one hard thrust, he reached the haven he'd been chasing, spilling his long - burdened cum down her throat. 

Sheera's head spun from the warm salty essence released inside her. With Keegan's cock still deep in her throat coupled with the struggle for oxygen, she was left with no option but to gulp. Every drop of it.

With a low growl, Keegan pulled away from her mouth, his face a canvas of intense pleasure. 

Sheera sucked in air greedily, suddenly realizing how precious it was. 

She panted heavily as she sank back onto her knees, then wiped the tears on her cheeks. By the moon, she never wanted to do that again! 

As if sensing her thoughts, Keegan cupped her chin, guiding her face to his. 

"Gather as much strength as you may, lady," he said. "We have a long night ahead."