"Come, Elara."

The command shivered through her like a live wire. Elara's knees ached on the thick rug, but her pulse drowned out everything else. Her Alpha had opened his legs wide, eyes heavy-lidded, mouth parted in hunger.

Caelin looked utterly regal, devastating in his dominance, but beneath that control, Elara sensed something coiled tight—desire, wild and barely leashed. It thrilled her.

She crawled forward, heart hammering, her fingers trembling as she reached the foot of the chair. Her eyes locked onto Caelin's face—flushed, pupils blown wide with lust, a predator savoring its prey.

"If you don’t suck me now," Caelin growled low, voice fraying at the edges, "I might go crazy. Are you ready for this, pet?"

Elara nodded, breathless. "Yes, Alpha. I… I want to."

Something flickered across Caelin’s face then. A spark of mischief? Or warning? Elara couldn’t tell. But it was gone just as quickly, replaced with a kind of dark serenity. Caelin spread her legs even wider, allowing her to see the rest of his cock , not just the beautiful tip adorned with a cock ring.

Elara leaned in—and froze.

There, out now fully in it's glory , was a huge. Large. Impossibly large cock.

Her breath caught. She blinked. How is his tip slimmer?

The rumors. The whispers in the servant quarters. The stories she had dismissed as fantasy.

Her Alpha had a monster cock.

Caelin didn’t move, only arched an elegant brow as if to say, *Well?*

Elara swallowed hard, eyes wide. Her fingers rose hesitantly, brushing against the fabric. The heat of it pulsed against her skin. It twitched.

Caelin exhaled sharply, his head tilting back just slightly, the smallest sound escaping his lips. Pleasure. Elara felt it ripple through her Alpha like a wave.

Emboldened, she pushed the briefs aside.

The sight stole the breath from her lungs. Caelin's male sex was thick, proud, flushed with desire and glistening at the tip. Elara's mouth parted involuntarily. How did he even hide something this big over 15 inches of pure muscle?

"Touch it," Caelin said, voice velvet-wrapped steel. "I want to feel your hands, little one."

Elara obeyed. Her fingers wrapped around the base, soft and reverent. The Alpha hissed through his teeth.

"Good girl. Gods, your hands are small. Makes it look even bigger."

Elara's arousal coiled tight in her belly, her own body clenching with anticipation. Her mouth descended slowly, lips brushing past the ring to the tip. It was so much—she could barely fit her lips around it.

But she tried.

Caelin moaned, low and dangerous, his hands tangling in Elara's hair. The taste was intoxicating, and the power he felt from Caelin's reactions—even more so. She gagged, pulling back with a wet gasp, but returned again. And again.

"Greedy little thing," Caelin groaned. "But you're doing so well. Keep going."

As Elara worked her mouth over her, she felt Caelin shift. Her Alpha’s free hand slid between her own thighs, dipping between Elara's wet fold. A soft, slick sound followed. Then two fingers disappeared inside her.

Caelin gasped aloud. The dual sensation of being sucked and finger fucking another made him writhe in the chair.

"Touch yourself," he commanded, panting as he pulled out his fingers from Elara's pussy , and inserted the same finger inter Elara's ass "I want you to fall apart while I'm falling apart."

Elara obeyed blindly, one hand moving to her center, her ass on fire from the pleasure . Her fingers found her clit easily, already throbbing. The moment she touched herself, she nearly cried out.

Her moans vibrated against Caelin's shaft. The Alpha growled.

"Don't stop. Gods, don't you dare stop."

His hips began to move, guiding himself deeper into Elara’s throat, holding her there. One hand kept Elara's head in place, and he thrust shallowly, careful at first, then wilder as pleasure overtook him. Elara choked, tears slipping from her eyes, but never let go. She didn’t want to.

"You're mine," Caelin growled. "Look at me while you take me. I want to see those pretty eyes when I break you open."

Elara looked up. Their gazes locked. It was everything.

She was close. So close. Her body coiled tight.

"Don't you come," Caelin snarled. "Not yet. Not until I do."

Elara whimpered around her mouthful, every muscle trembling. She was dangling over the edge. But she held back. Somehow.

Caelin’s moans rose, raw and ragged. His body spasmed, his breath caught—

and then he let go.

His climax hit like a storm. Elara choked again but swallowed, tears and arousal streaming down her face. Her Alpha's grip softened as she gasped for air, chest heaving.

Only then did he whisper, "Now, pet. Now."

Elara shattered.

It was electric, violent, euphoric. Her body seized with pleasure, legs buckling. She sagged against the chair, face still buried against Caelin’s thigh, mouth gasping.

When she looked up, dazed, Caelin’s expression had shifted.

Gone was the predator.

What stared back was a god, victorious and glowing, but tender.

He leaned forward, scooped Elara up with shocking ease, and walked to the bed.

She laid her down with reverence.

His voice dropped to a low purr.

"Now, pet," he whispered, lowering his head.

"Let me taste what is mine."