Alpha Unleashed - II**

The silence afterward was heavy, sweat-soaked and trembling, as they lay tangled together, his breath warm against her ear, her chest fluttering like a moth caught in the dark.

But the stillness didn't last.

Riku shifted.

His fingers, once tender, now trailed down the valley of her spine with intent. She gasped, not from the touch, but from what it promised.

"You're not done," he murmured, voice low and ragged, still thick with hunger. "Are you?"

Her breath hitched. "I… I don't know if I can...."

"You will. I'll fuck the doubt out of you."

His lips brushed down her back, tasting the salt of her skin, the tremor in her bones. He kissed along her shoulders, body curling over her like a storm about to break.

She shivered. "Riku… it's too soon…"

He chuckled, dark, dangerous. "That's what makes it perfect."

Before she could answer, he flipped her again, slowly. Her limbs loose, pliant, but trembling from oversensitivity.

He knelt between her thighs and pulled her hips forward. Instinctively, her legs tried to close, raw and shy, but he caught her ankles, spreading them firm and wide.

"Keep them open," he said. "Or I'll tie them."

Her body quaked at the threat.

"God… you really like putting me on display, don't you?" she breathed.

"I like watching you try to hide what you crave."

Leaning in, he kissed her, soft, slow, deliberate.

"I want every sound. Every whimper. Every scream. I want the neighbors to know my name."

"They'll know," she whispered, voice shaky. "You make me forget how to be quiet."

And then he slid inside her.

Not slamming.

Not brutal.

But deep, achingly full, each slow thrust dragging a moan from her throat.

"Aaahhhnn… Riku…"

The sound was softer now, but rawer, frayed around the edges. Her head rolled as he buried himself completely again.

"God, you're soaked," he growled. "Still dripping. Is it all for me?"

She whimpered, unable to answer.

"Say it," he ordered, pulling back just enough to make her whine. "Say this pussy's mine."

"Yours," she gasped. "All yours. "

He pulled back, and drove it even deeper.

Her voice broke.

"Auhh....ah! ...Fuuuck..."

"That's it," he growled, grinding into her. "Feel every inch."

He caught her wrists, pinning them to the bed as his rhythm sharpened, pulling to the edge before slamming back home.

The bed jolted.

Walls echoed with slick, rhythmic slaps.

Her cries grew breathless, uncontained.

"Hnnngh...nggh! Riku! It's too..ahhh...it's too deep!"

He didn't let up.

Instead, he kissed her open mouth, drank in her moans, bit her lip.

"I want to ruin you. Let me."

She didn't speak.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, like she needed him to keep her tethered to reality.

"Then ruin me," she whispered. "Make me forget who I am."

Then she screamed.

Louder.

Desperate.

Uncontrollable.

"Aaahn! Riku...oh God, yes! Right there...fuck...don't stop..."

Her back arched, nails digging into his shoulders, thighs trembling violently.

But he wasn't close to done.

He pulled out.

She whimpered at the loss.

Then he flipped her...onto her stomach...lifting her hips roughly, dragging her up into position.

She gasped. "I...I can't take more…"

"You say that," he hissed in her ear, "but your body keeps opening up for me."

"You will."

He plunged back in with a deep, brutal thrust.

Her elbows buckled.

"Auhhh...ahhhh...AHHHHNNN!!"

Her cry cracked the air...half-scream, half-melody...wrecked and beautiful.

He gripped her hips, slamming into her again and again.

Deeper.

Harder.

Her moans dissolved into helpless whimpers.

"Nghh… R-Riku, Riku, please...ahhhnn...I'm...I'm gonna...!"

He slowed—just enough to torment—grinding into her with precision, hitting that one devastating spot.

"AaAAHHNN!...FUCK! I'm...Riku, I'm cumming...!"

"That's right," he groaned, lips close to her spine. "Break for me. Show me how much you love being wrecked."

She broke.

Again.

Her whole body spasmed beneath him, breath shattering in gasps.

But he didn't stop.

Not yet.

Her climax crashed into another.

"Ahhh...no, please...I can't...I can't...aaaahhnn..."

He pinned her down, fisted her hair, whispering against her ear:

"Yes, you can."

"You'll take every drop. Every thrust. Until your name is mine."

And then he gave in.

With a final, deep thrust, a growl ripped from his throat as he came, filling her in waves that made his vision blur.

They collapsed together, trembling, hearts thundering like they'd survived something more than sex, something primal.

She could barely speak.

Mouth open.

Eyes half-lidded.

Her body twitched beneath him, utterly wrecked.

He stayed inside her, forehead pressed to hers, breath mingling.

She whispered, hoarse:

"I'll never forget this."

He kissed her.

"You're mine now."

"And I don't want to be anything else," she whispered back. "Not after this."

___

The room was silent.

Ten whole minutes passed.

Neither spoke.

Neither moved.

Their chests rose and fell, shallow, uneven. Sweat clung to skin. The air hung thick with sex and the last curl of lavender incense.

She lay on her side, hair wild, lips bruised, eyes clouded in a haze that hadn't faded. Riku sat at the edge of the bed, forearms on his thighs, still catching his breath.

Her earring glinted under a tangle of lace. His belt hung from a stool, shirt forgotten across the lamp.

Finally, she stirred.

"Let's clean up," she rasped, voice shredded from moaning his name again and again. She moved slowly, muscles twitching from the relentless aftershocks.

He watched her. Silent. Still.

She bent at the waist to pick up a pair of panties under the bed.

Deliberate.

And he saw everything.

The curve of her ass, flushed red where his palm had left its mark. The quiver in her thighs. The glistening trail down her leg.

His breath hitched.

She turned, unaware, cradling a bundle of clothes lazily. Headed for the bathroom. The steam from the running shower began to fog the glass.

He rose. Silent.

Followed.

She didn't hear him until she reached for a towel.

His hand snapped around her throat.

She gasped, clothes falling. Her back met the cold tile. Towel dropped. Skin kissed porcelain.

"R-Riku, w-we just.."

He cut her off with his mouth.

Hard. Possessive.

His body pinned hers to the wall, grinding into her like he could fuse them together.

She whimpered into his kiss. Her fingers curled into his back.

His hand stayed firm on her throat, not choking, just enough to say, you're mine.

"You wanted a storm," he growled. "I'll show you what aftershock really means."

He kissed her again. Rougher.

She melted.

Her legs gave slightly, and he caught her. His thigh slid between hers, pressed up hard. She was already wet again.

"Already dripping for me?" he hissed in her ear. "You fucking slut."

"Riku...aahh...please," she whimpered.

He spun her around. Slammed her against the doorframe.

Her palms braced against the glass. Her ass pressed against him, inviting. Desperate.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back.

"You think we're finished?" His voice was molten. Dangerous. "Baby, I haven't even started to ruin you."

She moaned, broken and needful. "I can't..."

But her hips pushed back into him, aching.

"Liar."

He bent her forward. One hand holding her throat from behind, the other sliding between her thighs.

Two fingers plunged in.

"F-fuck!" she sobbed. "Riku...please..."

"Say it louder," he growled. "Let the whole building hear how wet you are for me."

He curled his fingers inside her, rubbing her clit with his palm. Her moans turned frantic.

"Aaahhhnn...I'm...I'm cumming...!"

"Then fucking break for me."

She shattered.

Screaming. Convulsing. Her hands smeared fog across the glass.

He held her as she collapsed. Scooped her up like something precious and wrecked.

Into the shower. Steam engulfed them.

He backed her into the glass.

And slid inside her.

Hard. Slow. Deep.

She cried out, raw.

"Riku...oh fuck..."

Water poured over them. Skin on skin, heat on heat, thrusts unrelenting.

"You love this, don't you?" he grunted. "Getting fucked against the wall like a good little cum-drunk toy."

She moaned, fingers clawing at his back.

"Y-yes...don't stop...please don't stop..."

He thrust harder.

Glass rattled.

"So fucking tight," he growled. "You were made for my cock."

He slammed into her. Again. Again. Wet sounds louder than the water.

Her cries became sobs of pleasure.

"You gonna cum again, baby?"

"Nnnhh...I can't...I can't..."

"You will."

He dropped her legs. Turned her. Bent her over.

Face against the fogged glass. Ass tilted. Exposed. Ready.

He pushed into her in one go.

She screamed.

"AHHHHNN...Riku...oh god...I'm...I'm...!"

He didn't stop. He couldn't stop.

One hand on her hip, the other on her clit, fingers relentless.

Her voice shattered.

Her body gave out.

"Rikuuu...I'm cumming...fuck...fuck...!"

She broke. Again.

Screaming. Collapsing. His name echoing in the steam.

He caught her.

Held her.

And growled in her ear:

"I'm not done."

One last thrust.

He emptied inside her, body jerking, his release raw and consuming.

They slid down together, tangled limbs and breath, water running over them like absolution.

She rested on his chest. Shivering. Wrecked.

He kissed her temple.

And neither of them said a word.

Because the fire hadn't gone out.

Not even close.

She didn't know how many times he'd taken her,only that the water had long gone cold, and her legs no longer remembered how to stand.