Soren grabs my wrists, looping the loose strand of rope through the headboard to keep me in place.

"Untie me now" I tell him 

He smiles with his brows slightly raised before he kisses me once again. 

His lips suck me in as his tongue circles mine before he bites down. I almost cry out, twisting and turning under him trying to break the kiss. 

 I hate being restrained and under his control, but at the same time, I have never felt more turned on.

He breaks the kiss finally and I take that as an opportunity to catch my breath. " I am not removing the rope, try and get used to them" he breaths covering his body with mine.

I open my mouth to protest but his warm lips start to trail kisses across my neck, moving down to my chest at an agonising speed.

By the time he reaches my nipples, I am fiercely pulling against the restraint. The fabric of my shirt and his lips moving against my skin sends electrifying sensations through me making me groan. 

"Ugh, ahh," I moan as Soren sucks on them one at a time, his tongue exploring my chest inch by inch.

My eyes try to adjust to the dark room to make out the silhouette of his body more clearly as I watch Soren's every movement but  I am too absorbed in the tingling pleasure coming from my nipples that I don't realise what Soren is doing until a finger purposefully jabs a particularly pleasurable spot inside me.

When did he take my pants and boxers off?!

I whine out in pleasure as my back arches at the contact. 

Then one finger becomes two.

"Relax." Soren tells me but he doesn't stop what he's doing. 

I glare up at him. 

relax? how about I stick my foot up your ass and ask you to relax.

It felt unfair of how I couldn't move away from his fingers, I was tied in place. All I could do is lie there and take it as two fingers becomes three, this is what being submissive meant.   

I am nothing more than a compliant puddle beneath the alpha. My mind blanks with every stroke at my prostate. "You're doing so well," He says, placing a kiss on my cheek.

My wolf purrs happily at his compliment. 

Soon, Soren is straddling me as he takes his shirt off revealing toned muscles and the faint sheen of sweat, He looked so hot. I'm glad I still had my shirt on though, my body compared to his was embarrassing. 

My eyes glance down and widen In horror.

  He has now taken off his pants and the sight in front of me is unbelievable. 

I can't help but let out a whimper at the sight of Soren's huge Coc-."No," I shake my head trying to erase my dirty thoughts. 

"I change my mind. That is not going anywhere near me."

I can't move, though.

"I will be gentle," Soren assures me, rubbing my thigh.

Something must be wrong with me, maybe I am high from all the pleasure because I believe him. 

 " okay?" he asks cupping my cheeks 

I nod. "okay" 

"It won't hurt... that bad," he teases, smirking as he pushes me further into the mattress, then I  feel him grind his cock down into my hole. The contact catches me off-guard. 

I almost let out a scream, but it's muffled by  Soren lips. 

The dry friction is  painful to say the least I couldn't handle it. "It hurts," I tell him, pulling away from the kiss to try and breathe through it. 

" It won't for much longer, I promise" 

I whine, pushing my ass up eagerly as Soren starts to slowly push himself inside me as gently as he possibly could.

I can feel him go all the way in, and I can't help but let out a loud moan as he reaches deep inside me. The feeling was out of this world. I don't know if that's good or bad.  "Soren," I moan almost breathless

  A pit of heaviness begins to form in the lower depths of my abdomen and my head felt light 

"Look at you," Soren rasps out, brushing a hand down my face to my burning chest. "That's my good boy, taking it  so well for me."

I feel embarrassed by his words.

 I want to hide behind my hands, but once again, I realise they are tied behind my head.

Soren starts thrusting in and out, placing a hand on my hip, holding my body in place as he pushes himself further into me. 

My breathing starts to become heavy with thirst. I am starting to love the feeling of being filled by him, of him pressing down on me, keeping me in place.

I already know that I am going to feel shame in the morning. 

I am starting to get close.I close my eyes tight. 

 "I know that face," Soren rasps as he grabs one of my legs and moves it up to his shoulder.

That makes him reach me even deeper, hitting a sensitive spot- and, that is all it takes for me to come undone.

I pant for air, my body a mess covered in sweat and my own destruction. 

"Such a messy boy," Soren chuckles, rubbing his thumb over my tip.

I moan in pleasure at the contact. 

Soren's pace becomes fast and erratic, and then he slows down,  and just as I am about to catch my breath, he starts to speed up.

I feel Soren's thighs quivers on top of me as his face flushes. 

His eyes meet mine. "I love you."

I don't know what messes with me more, the fact that Soren said that he loved me or the rush of warmth shooting through me before Soren collapses on top of me.

 His body fits with mine together making it obvious that we were for each other, for this, to fall into one another. 

His arms wrap around my head, I feel his hand in my hair before it moves down to my cheekbones to my lips. I my eyes as I feel his lips on my lips. He pecks them before he buries his head in my neck. 

He didn't mean it.

(*)

My eyes flicker open, greeted by a symphony of pain that vibrates through every fibre of my being.

My legs throb relentlessly, my back feels like it has been twisted and contorted beyond recognition, and a dull ache pulses ceaselessly in my head.

But it is the sharp, stabbing pain in my lower back that demands my immediate attention.

With a groan, I attempt to disentangle myself from Soren's vice-like grip, each movement sending shockwaves of pain coursing through my already tortured body.

I wince as I struggle against the pain, my muscles protesting with every strained effort.

"Soren..." My voice emerges as a mere whisper, barely audible. 

I reach out tentatively, hoping to wake him from his sleep, but he remains assleep still wrapped around me.

Frustration and helplessness surges within me as I fight to free myself from the confines of his grip. 

Finally free from his hold I collapse onto the bed, my breaths ragged and laboured, my body trembling with exhaustion.

Tears start to well in my eyes as I lay there, grappling with the overwhelming intensity of everything. A relentless reminder of the night's events. 

I can't believe I'm mated to him now. 

As I lay there, tangled in the sheets, a lone tear escapes the corner of my eye, tracing a path down my cheek. 

I don't know why I am feeling so emotional all of a sudden. "Soren." I whisper, Hoping the alpha would wake up and comfort me somehow. 

"sam?" Soren's voice, filled with concern, pierces through the haze of my distress.

 In an instant, he is by my side, his touch a soothing balm against my fractured spirit. His hands wrap around my waist, drawing me into his lap with a tenderness that contradicts the urgency of the moment. 

"Baby? Why are you crying?" he murmurs, his fingers threading through my hair in a comforting gesture.

Embarrassment washes over me in a tidal wave, threatening to engulf me in its suffocating embrace.

How could I allow myself to succumb to weakness in front of him? 

Gosh, I'm such a poor excuse of a beta. 

But the pain is relentless, gnawing at me both physically and mentally  until all I can do is surrender to its merciless grip.

"It's okay," I manage to choke out, my voice betraying the fragility of my emotions. "It just...it's not nothing" 

Soren arms tighten around me, offering a shield against the pain that threatens to consume me. His touch is gentle, a silent promise of protection.

"Tell me where it hurts," He murmurs, his voice a soothing melody that washes over me like a warm tide.

I close my eyes as his fingers trace delicate patterns along my spine, mapping out the source of my discomfort with  tenderness. 

I swallow hard, forcing myself to push past the instinctive urge to retreat into myself.

"It's my back," I confess, my voice barely above a whisper. "And my legs... everything just... aches."

He presses a tender kiss to my temple. "I'm sorry, baby," he murmurs, his words a gentle caress against my skin.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," he stammers, his usually confident demeanour now faltering. "It... it was my first time.. I guess I didn't do it right."

I am taken aback by his sudden words. It didn't feel like it was his first time. 

"Your first time?" I ask, trying to understand what he just said. 

He nods " I didn't want to hurt you, I guess I lost control" he continues, his voice shaky. "forgive me"

The sincerity in his voice washes away my lingering doubts, replacing them with a sense of security. 

I lean my now dizzy head against his. 

"Let's take a bath," he says after a long while of silence.

He doesn't give me time to answer before he is lifting me  from his lap and carrying me to the bathroom.  He places me on my feet once we enter the bathroom. 

Soren prepares the bath, and I watch him with bleary eyes, overwhelmed by the depth of his care and concern for me.

Now that we have mated I could feel that they were genuine. 

Minutes later, Soren leaves the bathroom, returns with a couple of items in hand. Without a word, he approaches me and takes my hand, helping me remove his shirt that I was wearing. 

He must have put it on me because I don't remember wearing this shirt before falling asleep. Despite the ache in my limbs, I comply, allowing him to lead me to the awaiting bath.

The steam fills the room, warm and inviting, as the alpha helps me ease into the tub, the hot water lapping at my skin like a comforting embrace.

I sink into the soothing heat, feeling the tension begin to melt away with each passing moment as I soak in the bath. 

Soren sits beside me on the floor, his hand under the water as he gently massages my legs. His touch is gentle yet firm, easing the tension from my muscles and soothing the ache that lingers within.

With each stroke of his hand, I feel myself relax further, the knots of tension gradually unraveling beneath his touch.

But as the minutes stretch on, a familiar sensation stirs in my stomach, reminding me of a primal need.

 I glance at Soren  biting my lips. He looked to be lost in thought. 

Then my stomach growls. 

 A sheepish smile tugs at my lips as I realise just how long it has been since I last ate. Soren's gaze meets mine, his expression soft. 

"Are you hungry?" he asks, his voice laced with concern.

I nod, feeling a pang of embarrassment at my own neglect. "A little," I admit, my stomach grumbling again in agreement.

Without hesitation, Soren rises to his feet, his movements graceful as he steps out of the bathroom.

Author's Note. 

Not edited, so I apologise for any errors. 

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