Alpha's Desire, page 16
part #6 of Bad Boy Alphas Series
It is—a perfect dance studio, complete with mirrors and a hardwood floor. Barres on the freshly painted walls.
“Wh-what is this?” I whisper.
Trey doesn’t answer. He just beckons me through the door at the end, which leads to another space.
My mouth drops, fresh tears blur my vision. It’s my performance space. Exactly the way I sketched it. No—better. The stage is up against one wall, and ropes and silks hang from the ceiling for aerial dance. An entire row of black movable flats are lined up against another wall, waiting to shape the space into smaller quadrants.
Someone comes in the door at the other end and freezes.
Oh God. It’s Jared. He looks terrible--haggard and pale. Just seeing him makes a fresh gash across my chest.
“Angelina?” he clears his throat. Looks at Trey quizzically.
He doesn’t know whether I’ve already been wiped. That he would let that happen to me comes as a fresh betrayal and I march right over to him and slap his face. Just like I did the first time he tried to wipe me.
“Angelina.”
“How dare you give up on us, you asshole! You care about me. You did all this—” I throw my arms wide and take another sweep of the incredible space—“for me. But then you’re just going to send me off with your buddy to forget about you? How could you? I loved you, Jared. I. Love. You. Even if you wiped my mind a thousand times, I’ll still love you. My heart knows who it belongs to. So if you’re so fucking stupid you want to give up just because my parents are close-minded assholes, then you’re not the hero I thought you were. You’re—” I splutter off because truly, even as angry as I am, I’m incapable of insulting him. Nothing fits. He’s my everything.
And then I see something that makes my world spin and dumps me on my head.
Jared’s blinking back tears.
My Jared. The strongest man in the history of the world. Crying. Over me.
I throw myself at him, legs around his waist, clinging like a burr. “Please don’t let me go,” I plead, my face wet against his neck.
He drops to his knees. “Never.” His voice is fierce. “I’ll never fucking let you go. I’m sorry—I’m an idiot. My head got wedged. I thought I was doing you a favor. I never want to hurt you, baby. Not ever.”
I pull away and slap him again. Not hard, because he’s too close to get a good swing. It falls like a love-slap. A tenderness between us. “You did hurt me.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”
I press my forehead up against his, roll our heads together. “You’d better be.” I’m still crying, but it’s turning into the laughing kind of tears now.
“Baby, you have to know what this means. If I mark you, you’re mine for life. Do you understand? And you become part of the pack—sworn to secrecy under penalty of death.”
I nod, happiness bubbling up like a fountain of goodness. “Yours for life sounds perfect.”
“Are you sure? You’re pretty young to make that—”
I smack him again, definitely a love slap this time. “Don’t you go questioning my life choices too.”
He laughs. “I love you.”
“Ditto.”
“Come on.” He stands up, still holding me wrapped around him. “I need to make you mine right now. Before my chest explodes.”
“Sounds good to me.”
I look around, but Trey has tactfully disappeared. I owe him a huge thank you for bringing me here instead of to the vampire. I mean huge. Like, I should name our first child after him.
“Will we have shifter babies?” I ask as Jared carries me outside to his car.
He laughs, bouncing me higher on his hip.
“Depends. Some halflings can shift, some can’t. Some females do if they get pregnant with a shifter—the baby’s DNA tips the scales.”
“I hope we have baby werewolves.”
“It doesn’t matter to me,” he promises. “I will love them either way.”
“You’d better.” I bite his ear.
Angelina
I’m shaking by the time we get back to my place—not out of fear. Out of desire. Excitement.
Jared’s going to mark me.
I don’t even care if it hurts.
He peels off his shirt the second he walks in my door, then kicks off his boots. I shriek when he throws me over his shoulder and carries me down the hall to my bedroom. He eases me to my feet and pulls my shirt over my head.
“All your clothes off. Now.” He uses a bossy tone that’s new. I’ve heard commanding with a teasing flavor but never this. Now his deep rumble carries dark promise.
Shivers thrill through me as I strip off my clothes and stand naked before him.
His eyes change to yellow. Beautiful, beautiful wolf.
Slowly, he unbuckles his belt, keeping his gaze locked on me.
A hint of fear surfaces, but it only increases my arousal. Is he going to whip me like he promised he’d do if I ever made him jealous?
Oh God. I hope so.
He pulls his belt from the loops and doubles it, slapping it lightly into his palm. I jump a little.
“Go get me your tights. Four pair.”
Four pair of tights? What could—oh. I’m pretty sure I know what he’s going to do with them and the flutters of excitement launch. I fumble with my dresser drawer and pull out a bunch of tights.
He takes them and lifts his chin toward the bed. “On your tummy. Spread eagle.”
Oh God, yes.
I scramble up on the bed and spread my arms and legs wide. Using the tights, he ties my wrists to the headboard, my ankles to the footboard. Then he shoves a pillow up under my hips to raise my ass.
All this time he hasn’t touched me and my every nerve is on edge, my senses heightened. I’m dying for his touch, desperate for it.
“Jared?”
There. He strokes between my legs. A shiver races up and down my spine.
“You’re awful wet for a little girl who’s about to get spanked.”
My pussy clenches. Yes, please.
“I need to spank you, do you know why, sweet angel?”
“Why?” My voice wobbles.
“To get your ass all warm and ready for your marking.”
I lift my head, slightly confused. “You’re going to mark my ass?”
“Yep. I’ve spent many hours trying to figure out where and how to mark a human. I can’t hit a vein and I don’t want to leave a scar others would see. And I know how much skin you show when you perform. That doesn’t leave me many options. It came down to breasts or ass. You know I’m an ass man. I love this juicy ass.” He squeezes my cheek roughly and I roll my hips.
“So I’m going to warm that perfect ass with my belt. Then I’m going to fuck you long and hard. You’re going to wait to orgasm until I give you permission. Understand?”
“Yes, daddy.”
He growls his approval. “If it’s too much, baby, just say stop. I’ll never take you somewhere you don’t want to go. Okay?”
I wiggle my butt. “Stop talking and start spanking.”
“Mouthy.” He winds the buckle end of the belt around his fist until the length shortens to about a foot and a half. “Just for that, I’m going to whip your pussy, too.”
I shriek and try to move my legs together, but I can’t. He’s tied them wide open. I pull and tug on all my bonds, loving feeling captured by him. At his disposal.
He slaps my ass lightly with the leather—more like a kiss than a real stroke. He continues, his strokes gradually getting harder, delivering a sting that makes me clench my cheeks and jump.
It’s still not pain—just delicious sensation. He starts to pick up speed, slapping the underside of my buttocks, the backs of my legs. I hump the pillow, growing frenzied with need.
“This ass belongs to me now,” he says. “I hope you understand that. I’m the guy who gets to spank it. Fuck it. Spank it again. I’m the guy who’s going to punish you, night after night, just for having an ass this juicy.”
I moan.
“I’m the only guy who’s going to make you scream. Who gets the pleasure of watching you reach orgasm. Over and over again, if I decide.”
I rub my bare breasts over the bedspread, grind my clit down into the pillow. I need relief. Now. “Please, Jared,” I whimper.
“Not until I say, baby.” The warning is firm and I love when he plays stern with me.
He stops to shuck his jeans and boxers. I’m certain he’s going to claim me now, but instead he straddles my waist, facing my ass. He palms my cheeks roughly and spreads them wide. “There’s that tight little hole that makes me crazy. I’m not going to take you there tonight, baby, but you’re going to get that ass fucked often. Every time I see those hips swaying. Those thighs that just beg me to part them and bury my tongue in your sweet spot.” He rubs said sweet spot and I buck beneath him. “But I believe I promised you a pussy whipping.”
“Oh,” I moan, not sure how I feel about a real pussy whipping. With a belt.
But of course Jared knows how to do it. He taps the flat of the leather between my legs, then swings lightly.
It’s delicious.
“More.”
“Greedy girl.” He whips me again. And again.
I moan and wiggle, rolling my hips, trying to get satisfaction. He stops and rubs my slit with his fingers. “I’ll bet you’re hungry for my cock.”
“Yes, daddy.”
“Good girl. I love it when you call me daddy.” He changes position and I hear the snap of the foil packet telling me he’s putting on a condom. Then he’s there, between my legs. Right where I’ve needed him since the moment we got to my place.
He teases me, rubbing the head in my juices but not entering.
“Please.”
He groans and eases in. “Baby, I’m not gonna be gentle. I’ve been trying to reconcile myself with never getting to claim you again, and now that I have you under me—” He withdraws and slams in. If I weren’t tied snugly to the bed, I would’ve gone flying forward.
It’s a wonderful sensation of support—like my bonds are in place to make this more pleasurable for me, rather than to keep me captive.
Jared plants his fists beside me on the bed and pummels my ass with his loins. Every stroke evokes more satisfaction than the next until I’m a moaning, desperate woman. Harder, faster he pumps. My natural juices make me so slick that he glides in with ease even though it’s rough and demanding.
I claw the bedspread, certain I can’t wait another second.
Jared plunges deep and roars. “Now, angel!”
My body responds before my brain has even processed the command. As my pussy squeezes his cock in quick pulses, pleasure radiates through my entire body. Jared pulls out before I’m ready, but then his fingers replace his cock and his teeth sink into the meat of my left buttcheek.
I bite the bedspread to keep from crying out. I won’t lie—it stings. But the finger-fucking and my finishing orgasm gives it a sexual edge that makes it register as erotic titillation rather than pain.
He unclamps his hold on me and eases off, licking the wounds.
My pussy clenches around his fingers with the last of my orgasm.
Jared kisses up my back to my neck. “Are you okay, baby?”
“Yes. Totally.” I don’t want him to worry. “Am I yours now?”
“You’re mine.” There’s a pride in his voice that makes my head swim with happy delirium. He works to untie the knots on my tights and free me and then I’m cradled in his lap, a cool washcloth held against my wounds.
His eyes are a clear green—the yellow completely gone and his gaze is sharp and alert, traveling over my face, watching me.
My head swims. It’s not an unpleasant sensation—more like I had too much too drink. “I feel a little funny,” I confess.
He strokes my cheek with the backs of his fingers. “There’s a coating on my teeth—the serum I embed in your skin—it drugs you a bit. It should wear off soon.” His brow furrows.
“It’s okay. I like it. But it makes me horny. Is it safe to have sex again?”
Jared
My girl needs my tongue between her legs all night long. By morning, the wounds are closed enough that I let her ride my dick with her on top, my hands on her hips to help.
She can’t get enough.
Even after her third orgasm since waking up, she has the glazed eyes of a nympho. I would call Trey to ask if this is normal when a human gets claimed, but I figure this is a problem I can handle on my own.
You know, it’s a tough job, but one I’m willing to take on. It is my duty and all. Hell, yeah.
She ends up divulging that she keeps a couple vibrators, so I tie her to the bed and stuff both holes full.
“Do not orgasm until I give you permission, little girl.”
Her frantic gaze follows me, but she nods. “I’m going to keep you like this. Let it build. Maybe if we wait, and your orgasm is strong enough, it will satisfy you for more than a minute.”
She whines and tugs at her bonds.
I tug both her nipples, pinch and roll them, watching her expression. It’s only pleasure. Only desire.
“Please, Jared. I’m ready now. Let me ride you again.”
I give a firm shake of my head. “You can beg me, baby. I love it when you beg. But I’m not going to relent. You need this tension to build.”
I lean over and suck her breasts, stroking every inch of her body until she thrashes and cries. “Please, please, please, please, Jared. I need you. I need you so much. I need you now. You have to let me. I need to come. Please, Jared.”
My cock is harder than stone, but I have to pick another position where she’s on top. I untie her and remove the vibrators, then let her straddle my waist, sitting up on the edge of the bed. She lowers herself onto my sheathed cock with a hoarse groan.
Beautiful girl.
There’s no warm-up. She pumps her hips like her life depends on it.
“That’s it, angel. Take what you need to take—”
“May I?” she croaks.
“Almost.” I put a hand at her lower back and help her take me deeper on each in-stroke. My own orgasm is right at the surface, too, my thighs flexing, balls tight.
“Jared,” she pants. I think she’s going to beg again, but she says, “I love you. You’re mine forever, too. Mine, mine, mine.”
I roar and come, almost forgetting to give her permission. “Come, angel!” I shout and she does, in a silent but cataclysmic release, her entire body shuddering with the explosion.
Afterward, she falls into my arms, limp and trembling. And then she’s asleep. My girl finally got enough and can rest. I settle her into her bed and curve my body protectively around her.
“Sleep, angel,” I murmur, kissing her hair.
13
Jared
I squeeze Angelina’s hand as we walk up the drive to her parents’ house for their cocktail party. Angelina didn’t want to go at all. I think she wanted to punish her parents for not accepting me, but I insisted she go.
She insisted on bringing me. I guess it’s her fuck you to her parents. But I put on a button down shirt and a pair of khakis and did my best to look respectable. Angelina’s my girl. I’m going to have to figure out how to get along with her parents. Because I’m not going to have my girl go through her life with discomfort and tension over her choice of partners.
She pushes the door open without knocking and we go in. The place is huge and nicely appointed. Very foothills. Pretty sure I can smell a pool out back. Angelina tugs me toward the kitchen where there’s a bartender standing behind the breakfast counter, ready to serve.
“Beer?” I ask doubtfully, not sure what to expect. Maybe they only drink champagne at these soirees.
The bartender rattles off some choices and I pick an India pale ale.
“Angelina!” Her mom spots us. Angelina told her parents she was bringing me, so I don’t see signs of shock, but her mom’s face is tight.
I step forward and hold out my hand. “Jared Johnson.”
Her mom looks flustered for a moment, then shakes my palm, blushing. “Delia. Nice to meet you.” She turns to Angelina and says in a low voice, “I think he just arrived.”
Angelina presses her lips together and steps into my side. I loop an arm around her protectively.
I don’t know who he is, or why it should make Angelina tense, but I’m sure as hell going to find out.
The front door opens and Delia bolts for it. Her husband also jogs in that direction. A broad-shouldered man ushers a beautiful brunette in and I have to turn away to keep from laughing.
It seems the guest of honor is Jackson King.
Richest wolf in the country. Good friend of the pack.
Angelina looks up at me quizzically and I lead her to the foyer. Her father has arrived and pumps Jackson’s hand. It seems like he’s purposely positioned himself to block me. I suppose he thinks I’m going to embarrass him. Maybe start a brawl. I can’t really blame the guy.
Jackson’s mate Kylie peeks around the side of Delia. “Jared!”
I grin and fold her in my arms, laughing my ass off as Angelina’s parents stop their ass-kissing and stare.
Jackson comes in next for a man hug, complete with back thump.
“Jackson and Kylie, this is my girl, Angelina Baker. Angel, remember the cabin I took you to on Mt. Lemmon? Jackson was the friend who was kind enough to let us use it.”
I ignore her parents’ gapes, but Angelina doesn’t. She shoots them a did you hear that? look.
Jackson’s nostrils flare and I know he’s scenting me on Angelina, realizing I’ve marked her. “Well chosen,” he murmurs to us both as he shakes Angelina’s hand. Angelina beams, tucking herself up against my side.
“Well, uh… you two know each other?” Angelina’s dad can’t make sense of it. He stares from one of us to the next.
“Sure.”
“How?” Leave it to him to come right out and ask.
I hesitate, but Kylie says sweetly, “Jackson’s part of Jared’s fight club.”
I choke on my beer and Angelina has to cover her grin.
