When I’d come in here I’d been hoping to trick him, charm him, maybe bedazzle him a little whenever I had access to my magic…or a lot... until he was pliable enough to bend to my will. To unite the packs. I’d planned to make him chase me around with half promises, making him ache for me with no chance of me actually fulfilling them. But I hadn’t counted on this. I hadn’t even entertained the idea that he might have been a Wolf strong enough to match me, to challenge me and to make me work to bind him to me rather than just falling at my feet like a lower ranking pack member would.
I kicked my boots and socks off as I stepped out of my jumpsuit and his grip on me tightened.
I hadn’t meant for this, but now that it had begun it felt like I’d have a better chance persuading the wind not to blow than I would in trying to stop us from coming together.
Ethan pulled away from me and yanked his tank off, revealing more of his body to me and making me growl with need as I moved towards him again, kissing him as I ran my hands down his chest. He gripped my ass beneath the moon awful panties, dragging me against him so that I could feel just how hard he was.
He hooked his thumbs into my panties and bent low to drag them off of me, his fingers running down the full length of my legs as he helped me out of them and ended up kneeling before me.
He looked up into my eyes with a heat in his gaze that had me aching for him and I had to fight not to pant with desire.
“What’s your name?” he demanded like he needed to know and I laughed, dragging my white tank top off to complete the job he’d started and pulling the shapeless bra with it so that I stood entirely naked before him.
“I thought you were meant to be earning it?” I teased, pushing my hands into his perfectly styled hair and messing it up without giving one shit.
Ethan smirked at me, standing suddenly and gripping the backs of my thighs as he lifted me onto a closed crate beside the apples.
He dropped to his knees again, pushing my thighs apart as he caught my ankle in his grip and placed his mouth against it. He eyed me greedily as he slowly started moving up my leg, licking and kissing his way towards the centre of me and driving me insane with need.
I arched my back, gripping the edge of the crate as the anticipation drove me wild and he took his sweet fucking time about getting to the point.
When his mouth landed on me, I cried out, begging him to give me anything and everything as he began moving his tongue over the perfect spot at the apex of my thighs.
I moaned again, shifting my hips in a rhythm against his mouth that had me breathless as I could feel myself tightening already.
Ethan growled in satisfaction as I moaned for him and he brought his hand up my thigh too, pushing two fingers inside me as he felt me moving closer to oblivion.
My inner Wolf was still aching, begging for more, for me to dominate him and control him and I fisted my hands in his hair as I tried to give her what she wanted. I ground my hips into his movements and my toes curled as I felt my muscles tightening in anticipation.
He growled hungrily, dragging his tongue over me again as his fingers moved in the perfect rhythm.
I damn near howled as my climax ripped through me and I fell back against the lid of the crate panting as I released my grip on Ethan’s hair and he drew his fingers back out of me with a satisfied smirk on his face.
My head was spinning as the sound of his jumpsuit and boxers hitting the floor found me and suddenly he was looming over me, his dick driving into my thigh with need as he looked into my eyes.
“Tell me,” he snarled, knowing full well he’d earned his answer.
“Rosalie,” I breathed, not offering a last name.
Ethan’s mouth hooked into a smile as he reached out to paint his fingers along the lines of my tattoo. A huge rose vine crawled up the left side of my body, starting on my thigh and finishing on my neck, each of its buds and flowers representing a member of my family. My skin tingled as he continued to toy with the tattoo and he eyed the ink on my skin with a feral kind of hunger.
“Rosalie,” Ethan groaned and I had to admit my name sounded damn good on his lips. “Now you’re about to find out what it’s like to be owned by the top dog.”
Ethan gripped my hips and flipped me over, bending me over the wooden crate before him and fisting a hand in my hair as he prepared to take.
A growl escaped my lips. That was how Alphas fucked their bitches, but I sure as hell wasn’t one of them. I was an Alpha in my own right and no Wolf was going to bend me over a crate and claim me like some common pack whore.
I shifted back suddenly, forcing him back a step as I pushed myself upright and I turned in the cage of his arms. His blue eyes widened in surprise like he’d never had a girl call the shots on him before. But if he wanted to fuck a pack whore then I was sure he had plenty of them sniffing about. And I was an entirely different breed of beast.
I kissed him hard, tasting my lust and the lingering sweetness of apple on his lips as I pressed my hands against his chest to make him back up.
He resisted for a moment then gave in as our kiss deepened.
I wasn’t sure where I was pushing him to, only that I was going to take charge of this if it was going to happen. His hands were all over me as he backed up, exploring every curve of my body as his flesh lit a fire beneath my skin.
Ethan gasped in surprise as his foot caught on one of the potatoes which had fallen across the floor and he fell backwards, his tight grip on me meaning I went down with him. We landed on the mountain of potatoes with laughter tearing from our lips and his hand moved to cup my cheek as he looked into my eyes.
“What are you doing, little she-wolf?” Ethan demanded as I pushed him further back onto the mound and shifted so that I was straddling his hips.
“Haven’t you ever let the girl take charge, Ethan?” I purred, my hands sliding down his chest until I was gripping the hard length of his dick.
He began to shake his head and I smiled darkly as I slid my body onto his, gasping as he filled every space inside me.
I gripped his shoulders, kissing him again as I started to ride him and he growled with a deep satisfaction as he watched the movements of my body on his, his hands roaming my flesh.
I started moving faster and potatoes tumbled all over the floor as Ethan shifted upright to steal another kiss from me.
His hands fisted in my hair as I upped my pace and his hips matched mine thrust for thrust.
We were both panting, sweating, each of us pushing the other as hard as we could like this was more than just sex, it was a test. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been with a man who could keep up with me and I moaned loudly as Ethan managed it with ease.
He gripped my hips as he tried to take control of my movements and I snarled at him, knocking his hands off of me as I regained control again.
He growled right back but moved his hands so that his thumb started circling against my clit and his other hand toyed with my nipple. I gasped as I felt myself coming undone, gripping the back of his neck so tightly that my nails cut into his flesh as pleasure cascaded through my body again.
I cried out, tipping my head back as my body fell apart and was remade in his arms. Ethan growled my name as he poured himself inside me, finding his release with mine.
He fell back onto the potatoes, panting as he dragged me down with him and I lay on top of him, listening to the thundering of his heartbeat as I pressed my ear to his chest and we tried to catch our breath.
“Fucking hell, Rosalie, where did you come from?” Ethan breathed, his fingers sliding through my hair and sending tingles dancing across my scalp.
I laughed as I forced myself to sit up, looking down at him as he laid beneath me and really liking the view of him submitting like that.
A smirk toyed around his lips, letting me know that there was no way in hell he was actually rolling over for me, but a girl could dream.
I pushed myself to my feet and headed back to pull my clothe
s on. Ethan followed me at a slower pace, moving to wrap his arms around my waist as I finished dressing.
“You need to join a pack in here, love,” he breathed in my ear, nuzzling into my hair.
“I do,” I agreed, not mentioning the fact that it wouldn’t be his.
“Where’s Twelve? If she’s still alive, I need to take her back to her cell block now!” Cain’s voice boomed from somewhere in the kitchen and I sighed as I realised he wasn’t done with me yet. That guy seriously needed a new hobby. I didn’t want to be his latest pet project, but it seemed like I wasn’t going to have a choice in the matter.
“What cell block are you in?” Ethan asked, not seeming inclined to let me leave.
I turned in his arms, tiptoeing up to press a kiss to his lips and lingering in the afterglow of what we’d just done for a moment.
“I’ll see you around,” I said, slipping out of his arms and grabbing a fresh apple from the crate.
“That’s it?” he asked as I walked away from him and I paused by the pantry door to look back at him, drinking in the sight of his naked flesh.
“Were you hoping for a thank you?” I teased. “Or just a pat on the head for being a good boy?”
Ethan growled as he pulled his clothes back on, but the light which was dancing in his eyes told me he didn’t hate me mocking him as much as he should have.
“Catch you later.” I smirked at him as I took a bite from my apple then headed out into the kitchen.
Cain was still hunting for me with a scowl on his face and I took my time walking over to join him as I continued on my apple.
His lips twitched with irritation as he took in my appearance and the lack of flesh wounds and I had to bite my tongue on laughing at the spectacular failure of his plan.
His gaze slid over me, taking in my just fucked hair and flushed cheeks as I finished my apple but if he had any idea of what I’d been doing, he didn’t react to it. More likely he thought I’d been pushed about a bit or engaged in a Wolf tussle.
The Lunar kitchen workers were all cleaning up after the breakfast rush and I could see some guards lingering in the Mess Hall, clearly waiting to take them back to their cell block while Cain waited to return me to mine.
I spotted a Wolf near the door as I closed in on my C.O. and caught the whiff of a low ranking member of the pack.
I tossed my apple core at the Wolf and it bounced off of his arm before falling to the floor.
“Pick that up,” I commanded, letting the Alpha tone ring in my voice. The Wolf did as I commanded before he even got the chance to consider it and I smirked to myself. The Lunar pack would fall into line like dominoes. All I had to do was secure my alliance with Ethan. Which really wouldn’t be all that bad if we continued in the way we’d begun…
I moved to Cain’s side with a sweet smile and he instantly snatched my arm, pulling me out of the kitchens and half forcing me to jog as he dragged me back towards my cell block.
“I see that you’re not suited to kitchen work after all, Twelve,” he said in a low voice as we walked. “But I’m sure I can come up with something even better for you.”
I couldn’t get Rosalie’s big brown eyes out of my head, especially the little flecks of silver which ran across them like brush strokes. I had a thing for eyes and hers were something special. But I didn’t usually fixate on a girl after I’d claimed her. So why wouldn’t she get out of my damn head?
I sat on my throne at the top of my cell block. It was made from a bunk that someone had ripped out of cell six and the guards hadn’t bothered to do anything about it. Pillows lined it, given to me as gifts by my pack and the rest of the block. Of all the prisoners in here, ninety percent of them were in my gang, the Lunar Brotherhood, and ten percent were unallied. That was no coincidence. If the guards put Oscura Clan scum in here, they knew they’d end up dead before the day was out. So they tended to keep us separate as often as they could.
I wondered if Rosalie would be open to transferring to this block and joining my pack. I could probably pull some strings with the warden. She liked me – like most women did. Rosalie needed her own kind around her and I didn’t want her enrolling in the Oscura pack before I could get my hands on her. She had the signs of an Alpha about her. And if that was true, I’d have to force her to bow to me. But once she was beneath my heel, she’d be more than happy to please me. And I wouldn’t have to give up my usual playthings either. My kind were polyamorous by nature and I liked my fair share of the Wolves in my pack, but I had more than Werewolves aligned to me. There were pretty Sirens and sexy ass Harpies, sweet little Pegasuses and hot as fuck Sphinxes. I had my pick of the lot. And I picked them. A lot.
One of the Pegasuses in question headed toward me, moving through the sea of my pack who were lounging around at my feet. I was running my fingers over Harper’s shoulders while she hummed softly. She was my Beta and always had such a soothing presence, but the Pegasus suddenly had all of my attention.
A sideways smile hooked up my lips and I rose from my seat, my Wolves parting for me as I walked toward her. She was blonde with the kind of pouty mouth I loved to silence. She was a talker and she’d definitely told me her name a bunch of times, but I couldn’t say for sure what it was. Lilly?
“Hey, love,” I said, looping an arm around her petite waist and steering her back away from my pack and toward my cell.
She started telling me about her morning, droning on and I nodded, smiling as I pretended to listen. Her pouty lips didn’t look quite as tempting as I remembered. My mind snagged on Rosalie’s mouth instead and I forced the memory away as I guided – Emily?? – into my cell.
“-and then Abigale was like, oh my stars did you just tell Kimmi to go stuff that cookie up her kooch? And I was like, she’s got enough room in that kooch for a whole packet of cookies, Abigale.”
I forced a laugh, nodding again as we made it into my cell and I lifted the sheet to cover the bars and give us some privacy.
I frowned as – Jackie?? - started unbuttoning her jumpsuit, getting a flashback of yesterday with Rosalie riding my dick like we were the last Fae on earth and we were trying to repopulate the shit out of it. Fuck me, that girl was hot. I wanted her body wrapped around me again and again. I needed to lick every inch of her, drive her wild with my tongue until she moaned my name-
“Ethan?”
I snapped out of my reverie, pushing a hand into my blonde hair. “Sorry, love. I’ve got some stuff on my mind actually. Rain check?”
She sighed, standing up and pressing her hand to my chest as if she could tempt me in. “Are you sure you don’t have a little time to spare?”
“No,” I sighed, reaching out to brush my thumb across her cheek, doing a good impression of a guy who really gave a shit. “I’ll catch you later though. You know you’re my one and only.”
A smile split across her face and she ducked beneath the sheet covering the door. I drew in a long breath, leaning back against the wall and trying not to get hard over the new Werewolf chick. Again. But shit, she was one helluva fuck. And those eyes…gah they got me all tingly inside. I was all about those Bambi hazels.
I headed out of my cell and found a sad-looking Harpy girl staring at me like I’d just broken her heart. This one was called Elizabeth, I was like eighty percent sure of that.
“Ethan,” she said with her lower lip quivering. “Did Shante just come out of your cell?”
Shante, that was the Pegasus girl’s name.
“We were just talking, love.” I moved forward, pulling her close and running my nose up her neck towards her ear. She didn’t smell as good as Rosalie. Dammit, stop thinking about the hot new Wolf. “You know you’re my one and only.” She giggled softly as I pulled away and I winked. “I’ll catch you later.”
I headed back to my pack, throwing myself down onto my throne and letting them climb up around me to soothe me with gentle touches and soft caresses. But there was only one Werewolf I wanted to touch me right then. The one wh
o had made me so hard, I’d had to work not to spill my load the second I was inside her. She’d almost turned me into a bad lay. Which was pretty damn fucking impossible. But I’d held on, drawing more pleasure out of her body than she could probably handle. She was no doubt thinking about me right now too, touching herself while she lay in her bunk. Yeah, I had that effect on girls. They just didn’t normally have it on me too.
“Everyone up! You’re heading to the Magic Compound!” a guard called and a bell sounded as they lowered the bridge at the bottom of the block.
I leapt off of my throne with a howl of excitement because I was going to see Rosalie in the Compound. And maybe I could plan a little hook up the next time we went to the Order Yard, because I wanted to see her naked again pronto. Scrap that. I needed to.
My Wolves fell in to step behind me in the order of their rank as I led the way down the metal stairs to the bottom of the block. Not a single prisoner crossed that bridge before me. They knew the rules. I wasn’t just the Alpha of my pack. In this cell block, I was their emperor. And if they didn’t like it, they could take it up with my fists and teeth. No one had ever come out looking pretty from a fight with me. Except myself of course.
I made it to the bridge, striding across it past the guards on the other side and into the stairwell. I headed up, up, up, the sound of footfalls ringing around us as every cell block spilled into the stairway on all sides.
We were corralled down the corridor on level three, heading past the pale stone walls toward the huge metal door at the other end.
I got into the queue, impatient as I hunted for Rosalie in the crowd but I couldn’t spot her. I grabbed hold of Harper, swivelling her toward me and leaning in close to check my reflection in her eyes. “How do I look?” I demanded.
“Perfect, Alpha,” she replied with a grin. But she always said that. I mean sure, it was most-likely true. But she wouldn’t tell me if it wasn’t.
I smoothed my hair down as I reached the front of the line. The door slid aside to admit me, closing smoothly behind me a second later. I placed my hands into the holes through the glass screen to my right and the officer behind it took hold of my wrists, switching off my power-blocking shackles with the twist of a key. Not enough to unlock them though. Half way turned them off, another turn would set me free entirely.
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