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  “Missy, I think you need a little bit more respect for your alpha. I sired you and I claim you.”

  “Fuck you,” I repeat, still whispery, gritting my teeth against their chattering.

  He closes his eyes and does that dangerous laugh again. I repeat my mantra from the bathroom in my head, feeling wilder and more frightened than ever.

  “I don’t think you heard me, missy,” he drawls. He gets really close to my face, staring at me with eyes that are vortexes of hate. “You’re mine. And you will fuckin’ submit to me, bitch.”

  His hand wrenches at the waistband of my ridiculous skirt, but, before I can do any more than squeak in terror, he’s shoved out of the way by a dark blur.

  I gulp in the icy air, gratefully inhaling Nathaniel’s scent. His presence has me stupidly relieved. Like a bodyguard, he’s placed himself between me and the gang of wolves.

  My palm presses against his back, instinctively touching him to check he’s not a hallucination. I wish I’d stayed back in the bar where I could feel the heat of his kisses, even if it was just for show.

  The poacher picks himself up off the floor, his friends snarling. We’re pretty much surrounded by the four horrible men. Their leader smirks in Nathan’s direction with a look that is void of surprise.

  “Caleb,” Nathan mutters in a greeting that is more of a goodbye.

  “Nathaniel, why are you all up and messing in my business?” the poacher re-joins.

  “My territory. My business.”

  “Your territory?” Caleb laughs. “Little, old, Nathaniel... You don’t even have a pack any more. You’re outnumbered.” He pauses, grinning like an idiot. “Now hand over the foxy, little missus. She belongs to me.”

  Nathan is shaking his head, but I’ve spotted a slim opening that one of the distracted werewolves has left. I edge that way, shielded by Nathan’s body, as they discuss me like I’m a piece of meat.

  “You need to leave town, Caleb. Forget you even thought about her.”

  “She’s my fucking sire. And I will have her. My pack needs a bitch. I found them one. Now get the hell out of my way.”

  I seize my opportunity and bolt through the gap. I can hear Nathaniel cuss me out as I sprint across the powdered street. Caleb is ordering one of his heavies after me.

  I hear him coming, but I’m already darting onto the main stretch of road. The place is deserted but more well-lit than the rest of the town.

  Adrenaline seems to have given me more speed than I knew I possessed. I’m halfway back to the pub when the werewolf finally catches up with me and takes me down.

  We’re scrabbling in the snow on the ground, right in the middle of the road, him on top of me as I squeal and kick. My heel manages to catch his lower stomach, rewarding me with his snarl of pain.

  He crawls over me, trying to pin my shoulders. My fists are puny, but, fuelled by the will to live, I smash my knuckles into his face over and over again. He catches my hands in his big paws, guffawing in my face. I grit my teeth and slam my knee up into his groin. The guffaw makes way for wheezing.

  I scrabble out of his grasp and make it a few metres before the struggling brute takes me down again. This time he whips out a knife. My eyes round and I scream at the sight of the blade. He’s laughing again, about to bring the sharp edge to my throat when his face is blasted to one side from a hefty kick.

  Nathaniel leaps over me to wrestle the bastard as I scrape to my feet. I hesitate for a moment, watching in horror as I try to figure out my next move. Nathan is battering the other guy’s face so hard that all I can see is pulp. The brute is still moving, though, and that’s when Nathan catches sight of the dropped knife. It’s in his hand as quick as lightning and then through the bad guy’s throat like butter.

  A scream leaves my lips. This is all too much. I want to go home. I want to get out of here. Far away from these nutcases.

  I try to scarper, but Nathaniel clocks what I’m up to. Faster and stronger than me, he reaches me in seconds. His hand snags around my arm and then he throws me up in the air like I don’t weight anything, carrying me so I can’t escape.

  His face is splattered with blood and his pupils are dilated. None of it disguises how angry he is with me, though.

  I struggle in his arms, screaming for help, but he barely notices. His strides are fast and furious, clearly aiming to escape a foe he knows is coming. Which means the other werewolves can’t all be dead.

  We’re already outside the bar where the pickup is waiting under a few more inches of snow. I scream and struggle louder, but either the pub music is too loud or nobody cares enough to look out of their windows in this shitty little town.

  Nathan opens the car door and throws me onto the backseat of the pickup, locking me in before he jumps in the front seat. The engine starts with a vengeance.

  I try to right myself, but he throws the car into drive. We lurch forward and I’m tossed like a ragdoll. I grip onto the front headrest to steady myself just as Nathan drives over the body he’s left in the road, twisting the wheel so he sprays blood and snow over Caleb and his gang as they approach out of breath.

  “You fucking idiot,” he hisses at me, swinging the car out onto dark roads.

  I scream at him and try to hit him, but he dodges and manages to catch a big enough handful of my hair that he throws me down into the back footwells.

  “Stupid fucking bitch.” He’s shaking his head like I’m the crazy one when he’s just killed a guy in full public view. “I tell you to behave, you sodding behave. How hard is that?”

  “You don’t own me!” I screech.

  “How hard is it to fucking behave, Georgie?!”

  “You don’t own me!!!”

  “See what you’ve done, now? They should all be dead and dealt with, but no. And now Caleb is alive and you know what that fucker will do? He’ll come after us because you couldn’t do as you were fucking told.”

  Submission

  Nathaniel slams open the cabin door and slings me inside. I try to rush him to get back out, run somewhere in the snow or something, but he’s raging and immovable, easily swiping me back. The door crashes shut in his wake and he locks it.

  “You nearly got killed,” he growls.

  “What do you fucking care?” I shout, backing away from him and stumbling through the cabin in the semi dark. He flicks on the lights, his jaw working overtime as he moves towards me. I can see the darkness in his gaze, but I’m angry, too. My taste of freedom has been snatched away from me and now I’m caged by a beast that’s tasted blood already tonight.

  “I don’t,” he snaps. “But I’m a fucking alpha and you do as I say. How hard is that to understand?!”

  “You’re not an alpha!” I scream, throwing my hands into the air, slightly hysterical. “You don’t have a pack and nobody respects you!”

  I immediately know I’ve made a wrong step. His face is thunder. His jaw tightens and I see the muscle twitch as his whole body stiffens. My pulse jumps in my throat. His glare is almost black and his bloodied clothes do nothing to soften the image.

  My voice is quieter, but still trembling with anger. “I’m not a dog. You can’t tell me what to do.”

  “You’re pushing your luck, Georgie.”

  His lips are tight. He’s shaking with rage. I take another step back.

  “I don’t want to do this, but you’re leaving me no choice. This is a different world to your crappy human one,” he snarls like an animal on the edge. “We have rules and hierarchy. Learn your place. Or...”

  He bares his teeth.

  “Defy me one more time and I’ll make you submit to me like any other alpha would make his wolf bitch submit.”

  I am not a bitch. I am not his to mould. I am a strong fucking woman and he cannot control me. I will escape him again.

  “Fuck,” I enunciate slowly, “you.”

  The muscle in his jaw twitches and his nostrils flare.

  More than a wrong step.

  He snatches
my wrist and drags me through the cabin to the bedroom. I try to pull away, but it’s no use. “Fuck you, Nathaniel!” I keep shouting, but he pays no attention. His expression is one of wrath in the wake of my defiance. My words are dead to his ears, but that doesn’t stop me from screaming. “Fuck you, Nathaniel!”

  He slams the bedroom door shut, releasing my wrist.

  I gulp, but I’m not giving up, yet.

  Electric tension arcs between us. We face off for a moment. His whole body is like a coiled spring, ready to take me if I try to go for the door.

  My breathing is ragged. Every inhale brings with it the potent scent of him. It’s almost claustrophobic, reminding me of his arms wrapped around me at the bar, the dangerously sexy smile, his lips, the taste of him...

  I want to hear him moan for me...

  Nathan’s eyes narrow on mine, pupils dark, glittering with sexual tension. I watch his hands snake down to his belt. In a moment, he’s unlooped it and cast it aside, his face still impassive.

  I swallow.

  He’s standing in front of the only escape. Hunger arcs in my belly, immediately contradicted by fear. I try to rush Nathan for the second time tonight, but once again it doesn’t work.

  He easily throws me face down on the bed and then flips me over, momentarily knocking the wind out of me. I try to push myself up, to get away, but he’s spread my thighs and wedged them open with his hips whilst simultaneously shucking his trousers and his underwear. Some part of me is impressed at his ability to multitask and what else he might be able to do with those skills.

  My mouth runs dry. All I can do is to prop myself up at an awkward angle as his hands drag me, screaming in frustration and defiance, closer to the edge of the bed. Closer to him. Close enough that I can feel his breath on my lips.

  My eyes flicker to his, reminded of his breath on my lips earlier. The way he’d kissed me. Like he was starting to lose control...

  “This is what an alpha is supposed to do with his bitch,” he hisses, low, and I can see a flicker of desire in his eyes as I suddenly lose the ability to speak. My pulse skips a beat and my throat tightens. His face is mere inches from mine. Close enough for another of those drowning kisses.

  Somehow, I’m not frightened. Somehow, something is unfolding low in my belly, trickling with heat. If anything, I’m trembling from need.

  “Do as I say,” he mutters, his eyes flickering to my lips. I can feel his cock against my silk encased thigh and an answering ache in my loins as I bite my lip. The velvet tip of his erection is hot and hard against my desperate flesh.

  “No,” I reply, quietly, daring him, my breathing shallow.

  His lips compress. For a moment, I think he’s going to renege on his apparent threat, but then he grasps the stupid skirt at my waist and yanks hard enough that the buttons spring off, rattling as they kit the floor.

  My hand shoves against his chest, more to show him that I’m still defiant than to really stop him. Besides, it’s difficult to do anything more than that without flopping back on the bed, relying on my other arm to keep supporting me at this ridiculous forty-five degree angle in order to face him.

  I won’t lie back and let him forget who he’s with. I won’t be discounted like Hattie.

  He’s staring right into my eyes when he tears a line down from the top my knickers until they lay me bare to him, his superhuman strength terrifying and awesome all in one. The scraps of material are discarded carelessly. I wriggle, feeling my whole body react in a silent scream of yes even though I’m trying to slide further up the bed and away, still fighting him out of a sense of stubborn defiance, despite craving the feel of him.

  And I can still feel him, hot and heavy against my thigh.

  My breasts ache traitorously for touch, the inside fabric of the halter scraping against the sensitive peaks. I want his mouth there. I want his hands there. I want...

  He drags my hips closer to him, again, and then cups me right where I suddenly need him, his thumb parting flesh to find the sensitive centre that makes me gasp in surprise.

  “Fuck you,” I whisper, just as his thumb flicks and my breath catches erotically. I know my eyes are dark when I look up at him, voice raspy and uneven. His gaze is intense, soaked in lust. “Nathan...”

  His mouth is close to mine and he’s watching my eyes flicker to it. I’m so desperate to taste his kiss but too proud to demand it. He nears me, but stays just tantalisingly out of reach, his hot breath trickling over my lips in arrogant laughter, knowing that I can’t strain any closer to him in this awkward position. A position he’s devised so cleverly, restraining me without really restraining me.

  The strokes of his thumb are slow and deliberate. He watches me close my eyes and bite my lip then demands with low growled command that I continue looking at him. Swallowing, I can’t help except to comply, but not because he’s told me to.

  Because the lust in his eyes is addictive to acknowledge.

  It makes me feel powerful. Like I’m desirable. But it’s not just lust, there. It’s as if he’s breaking some self-imposed rule. Like he can’t deny himself. Like this is too much.

  Like he wants me.

  He moves his hand and quickly replaces the thrilling sensation of his strokes with the hard thrust of his cock, provoking a sharp excited gasp as he enters me. My lips round and I can see his head dip as if to kiss me, but he doesn’t and I ache so hard for him.

  He thrusts slowly and surely and my hips meet his in equal measure. I can see him swallow down a groan as his eyes grow heavy lidded, not expecting I would answer each sure stroke so eagerly.

  I need for him to touch my breasts, but I refuse to beg, determined not to submit to him in any way conceivable. The one hand I can spare to feel him, smooths over the front of his bloodied shirt. He looks down at it and grunts softly, discarding the material in the same fashion as he dispensed with my skirt.

  The bloodied fabric floats to the floor as my fingers skim his chest, exploring the expanse of flesh with reckless abandon. I want to touch more of him, put my hands on his firm backside and urge him harder and faster, but he’s forced me into this awkward position and pinned me without escape. The only thing I can do is to meet his thrusts with equal abandon, soft, trembling gasps rasping from my throat.

  He groans as I rock my hips up to thread him deeper, the shitty sequins of the halter neck scraping his chest as I wish my breasts could freely. He notes the same barrier with a downwards glance and watches as I wet my lips in anticipation.

  Then comes the crooked smirk. He’s not going to give me what I want.

  ‘Please’ forms on my lips, but I won’t say it.

  We’re experts in frustrating each other.

  Instead, I bite down on the desire and close my eyes for a moment, surrendering myself to the sound of his ragged breaths and the exquisite drive of his cock inside me. He builds the tempo slower than I’d like, but I’m so close already and I want him far more than I’d let myself believe.

  My arms are beginning to tremble and soft breathy moans are rushing past my lips with no control. When I open my eyes again, heavy lidded and soaked in desire, I find that he’s watching my face with lust clouding his vision.

  My heart skips. I’m not the only one being affected by this coming together in a way I hadn’t expected.

  By mutual, silent agreement, the tempo increases. A soft cry peals past my bitten lip and I feel him thicken in response. He swallows hard, still watching my face as we move closer and closer to the edge.

  My breath is ragged. I want him to kiss me so badly, but I can barely draw oxygen.

  Just a couple more thrusts and... and...

  And my head is tipping back, eyes closed as the intensity of the climax rolls over me. His hips keep thrusting and the waves keep coming as he growls his release.

  The tide begins to slow. The arms propping me up are trembling. My whole body is trembling. I’m gasping, trying to reoxygenate my brain. Thoughts and questions and shouldn’t
haves start to pile up. And then...

  His mouth is hot. It’s hot and tender as it covers mine, tongue probing and teasing. The ache in my belly begins to blossom anew. He’s sliding us up the bed, onto our sides, his fingers tracing over my back to the nape of my neck, still kissing. My weak, trembling arms wrap around him. I can’t concentrate except for the slow, tender exploration of his mouth on mine. It’s so much better than it was in the bar.

  My hips instinctively rock up to his and I hear him groan, throbbing and hardening inside me once more.

  This is beyond any kind of powerplay, now. His touches are light and erotic, trickling across my skin with the ease of a real lover. Even his kisses are tentative and longing.

  Something gives way and it takes a moment for me to realise he’s loosened the halter and is peeling it slowly away from my skin. Suddenly, I’m glad I have no bra as his hand curves around the hot, heavy mound that has been aching for him to do just that.

  I sigh in release against his softly moving lips. His feather kisses and the probing heat of his tongue tease me in a way more intimate and tender than the sex we’ve already shared.

  It hits me how different this is. How the hot, angry sex from moments before has evaporated leaving smouldering embers that are somehow more intense in their heat and power.

  My hand smooths to his backside and clenches around his muscles as he rubs his thumb over my aching nipple. My moan is captured by his mouth and I can feel him smile lazily against my lips.

  “Nathan,” I murmur, breathily, lust dazing the word.

  “Wrap your thighs around me properly, Georgie,” he whispers, spreading kisses across my jaw to nibble my earlobe. I suck in a breath as he gently kneads each breast and bends to taste their swollen tips.

  My hips rock against his, my head tipping back as I close my eyes, catching my lip between my teeth. His tongue swirls around each nipple slowly as his thumb caresses the damp skin he’s already fondled with his mouth.

  “C’mon, dahlin...”

  His voice is a sexy growl. I open my eyes on his face. He looks different to before, no longer closed off, now heavy lidded, seductive. Like he wants me...