The Alpha's Hunger

by Renee Rose

  She cried out, arching back like a bow. He finger-fucked her, rocking his fingers between her back hole and her pussy. When she began to thrash against him, he thrust harder, somehow miraculously able to keep his mind off his own body’s reaction.

  Sliding his free hand underneath her, he rubbed her clit. She came, her entire body bucking, her internal muscles squeezing his fingers in a pulsing release. He groaned, his cock throbbing painfully for release. He continued to pump into both her holes until her muscles relaxed and she collapsed in a limp heap beneath him.

  “Oh, wow,” she breathed.

  He eased his fingers out of her, trying not to think about how badly he wanted to take her with brutal force.

  She rolled over and gazed up at him, a contented smile playing on her lips. “Why do you do that?”

  “What?”

  She blushed. “You know. Put your finger there.”

  He grinned at her embarrassment. “Because I like to see you come undone.”

  She flushed a little more.

  He leaned over and grazed one nipple with his teeth. “Little girl, if I ever have to punish you for putting yourself in danger again, I will put more than my finger there. I will fuck your ass with my big, hard cock until you see stars.”

  “Oh, God,” she cried, reaching down to clutch her pussy as her hips bucked in another orgasm.

  * * *

  Ashley woke with Ben’s considerable erection still pressing into her back, just as it had when he’d lain down beside her the night before. He wore his clothes while she lay completely naked, which seemed to be the metaphor for their entire relationship.

  She squeezed her bottom, trying to see if it was still sore. Not at all. Why did that disappoint her? She remembered Ben’s punishment with a flutter of her belly. As strange as it may seem, she loved when he got stern with her, and she loved that he punished her physically. He was the embodiment of every fantasy she’d ever had.

  Melissa had always told her she liked authority figures. Ashley had gone moony over male teachers and coaches in her teen years, and had full-on crushes on several professors in college. It only stood to reason she would fall head over heels with her hot boss when she entered the workplace. And he was so much more than a hot boss. He was an alpha wolf—stern, dominant, and sexy in every way. And he took her to task.

  She knew every red flag should be flying over the fact that he’d taken a belt to her ass—not for kinky pleasure, but for an actual punishment—but she had loved it. Well, she hadn’t loved the pain when she was in the middle of it, but she loved that he had done it and that the threat of future punishment dangled over her head. Besides, she was fairly certain he would have stopped if she’d told him no. There seemed to be a moment there when he had been looking for her consent. And he’d seemed saddened or troubled beforehand—he hadn’t lashed out in anger, it had been more like he faced a difficult, but necessary task. He would make a good leader if he ever chose to be alpha to his pack.

  From what she had deduced, the other wolves were disappointed in his reluctance to step forward. They wanted to follow him, and she understood why. He possessed sheer power of presence and mind. If only he believed in his own ability to lead.

  She rolled over and he adjusted in his sleep to keep her in his arms, tucked against his muscled torso. She still owed him for last night. She’d drifted to sleep while he’d lain beside her with probably the world’s worst case of blue balls.

  She slipped out of bed to go to the bathroom, then returned with a condom. She didn’t engage in casual sex, but Melissa’s last boyfriend had stuffed a bunch in her purse as a joke a while back and she’d never taken them out. Now she was grateful she had them. She sat beside Ben and ran her hand over his arm, marveling at the definition of his biceps. Sliding her palm down his side, she slipped it under his shirt, feeling the heat of his golden skin.

  He stirred, reaching for her and pulling her back down beside him without opening his eyes. As if she belonged there. She smiled and tugged on the button on his jeans, working it open. Sliding down, out of his grasp, she straddled his legs and unzipped his pants. He didn’t wear boxers or briefs—probably with all the shifting back and forth it wasn’t worth the hassle. Didn’t wearing underwear make men’s sperm count lower anyway? As if Ben Stone needed to be more virile. Regardless, it made it easier for her to free his length, which sprang out with its impressive size.

  She gripped the base and squeezed and he groaned, shifting in his sleep and mumbling something. She lowered her lips to taste him. The moment she put her mouth over the head, his eyes sprang open. His cock also seemed to double in size, which she hadn’t believed possible. She licked under the rim, all the way around, as Ben stared down with a startled expression. A drop of pre-cum emerged and she lapped it up with her tongue, then licked her lips while holding his gaze.

  A shudder ran through his entire body. Satisfied with her results, she closed her lips around his shaft and lowered her head over it. Her jaw felt way too small, but she did her best to relax her gag reflex and take him deep into her throat.

  He made a sound as if in pain.

  She did it again.

  His face twisted, eyes never leaving her face. “Ashley—” he groaned.

  “Mmm hmm,” she said, keeping her mouth over his length and humming her response, knowing the vibration would drive him mad.

  Like the first time she’d sucked his cock, he gripped the headboard, as if afraid to touch her.

  “Why are you doing this?” he croaked.

  She smiled and released his cock from her mouth. “I want you to feel good,” she purred, then dragged her tongue from his balls up the underside of his cock to the frenulum, where she swirled her tongue again.

  “Ohh,” he groaned.

  “Does it?” she asked.

  “What?” he grunted.

  “Feel good?”

  “No! Yes, Oh, God. Ahhh-uh… it’s too much. It’s too fucking good.”

  Encouraged, she took him deep into her throat again.

  “Noo.” He sounded pained again.

  “No?” she asked innocently, sitting up. She ripped open the condom wrapper and rolled it down his cock before he could ask what she was doing.

  She understood he was worried about being too rough with her, but she wanted to give herself to him. And while she’d never had a rough lover before, it sounded delicious. She moved quickly to straddle him.

  “No, no, no, no,” he said, lifting her hips off and holding her pelvis suspended in the air.

  “Ben,” she said in her sexiest voice. “I need you inside me. I need you inside me now.”

  His cock strained to reach her, enormous, thick and pulsing, just inches from her pussy.

  A drip of her arousal fell onto it and he inhaled sharply. His green eyes flickered to amber once, twice, then they stayed yellow, an inhuman growl emerging from his throat. He yanked her down, impaling her with his cock. Even as ready as she was for him, his size stretched her wide, sending tears of pain springing to her eyes.

  She cried out, struggling to adjust to the suddenness of the invasion, but he was already pushing and pulling her hips forward and back. Her clit rubbed over the base of his cock, sending shocks of pleasure shooting down her inner thighs and curling her toes. Her pussy emitted a fresh gush of moisture, easing the stretch so she could take him deeper.

  She moaned, arching into his hands. His fingers tightened on her hips. Another growl passed his lips and he yanked her harder and faster. She gave herself over to him, knowing any resistance might cause her pain. Her muscles went limp, as if she’d already orgasmed, relaxing to let him move her like a rag doll.

  His lip curled and he snarled, the pads of his fingers digging into her ass as he thrust upward at the same time he yanked her forward.

  She cried out, fresh tears stinging her eyes, although the pleasure by far outweighed the pain.

  In a single motion, he lifted her completely off his cock, flipped her on
to her belly and pinned her down, straddling her legs. Another snarl reached her ears. He wrapped a fist in her hair, pulling her head back until she arched as he plowed deep into her channel. She felt like a virgin, stretched to the maximum, shocked by both the pain and the pleasure of it all.

  Ben slammed into her, over and over again with an urgency and violence that stunned her. Even so, her body wanted all of it, wanted more of it, until she’d raised her voice in a continuous, keening cry.

  Ben’s breath panted hot in her ear, his desperation for release evident in the way his hand tore the sheet beneath her, yanking even the mattress cover up with his effort to bury himself inside her.

  He roared, his seed so hot she felt it, even through the condom.

  And then a searing pain ripped through her shoulder, blinding her.

  * * *

  It was the salty smell of her tears that jerked him back to his full human form. Her blood was in his mouth, her scream ringing in his ears. He released the grip of his jaws and reared back off her, horrified.

  Blood ran down her back, soaking the bed.

  He shouted in alarm, his voice mingling with her sobs. Oh, no. His heart rate shot to arrhythmic levels, palms turned cold and sweaty. “Ashley?” he croaked, his voice hoarse.

  She had scrambled up, crouched in a ball at the head of the bed, her eyes wide with terror. He reached for her and she flinched.

  “Don’t touch me,” she cried. Her lips trembled, tears streamed down her face, mingling with her blood on her collarbone.

  Oh, God. What had he done?

  He stumbled back, his limbs cold. “Ashley…”

  She cowered, holding her hand up, as if to ward him away.

  Hot tears filled his own eyes. “Please,” he whispered, not even sure what he was begging for. Don’t hate me. Don’t be seriously hurt.

  “Don’t,” she cried, pressing herself up against the wall as if she wanted to push herself right through it to get away from him.

  “I won’t,” he said, a tear streaking his cheek as he backed up. “I won’t touch you. I won’t ever hurt you again.” He turned and ran, throwing open the door and shifting without changing his clothes, which caused them to rip at the seams and fall off as he raced away.

  He gulped the cool morning air, ignoring the occasional joggers who looked terrified at seeing a huge wolf race by. He ran fast and hard, with no destination in mind. He followed a creek bed and ran through parks, killing a goose just for sport.

  When he found himself at Zolla’s back door, he figured some better instinct must have crept in, and followed it inside. Bursting through the doggy door, he ran past where Melissa and Jeremy still lay on the fold-out couch. Zolla opened the bedroom door just as he reached it, probably hearing or smelling him.

  He looked unsurprised by his arrival, as if he’d been waiting for him to appear. “It’s Jack,” he announced the moment Ben shifted to human form. Zolla pointed to his computer screen at the IP address listed. “Every one of Stone’s servers crashed fifteen minutes ago. Stone Gaming is completely down all over the world. I don’t know what his plan is, but I do know for certain that computer that logged in with your password thirty minutes ago is registered to Jack Laden. Here’s his address.”

  Ben snatched the paper and memorized the address.

  “Is that blood on your face?” Zolla asked, sniffing the air.

  He tried to breathe and failed. “Yeah,” he managed to say. Knowing her sister was in the other room and would also hate him for what he’d done only increased his shame. “I marked her. It’s bad. Really bad. I need you to go to her.” It was a sign of his desperation that he would send another male to take care of his mate.

  Zolla’s jaw dropped, but he thankfully didn’t comment. “Where?”

  He gave him the name of the motel and the room number. “You’ll go now?”

  “Of course. Where are you going?”

  “To take care of Jack.”

  “You shouldn’t go alone. Call Mark or wait for me.”

  He shook his head. “No, I can handle him. You just make sure Ashley—” he swallowed. “Just go to her. Now.”

  Zolla pulled on a Rockies cap. “I’m leaving.”

  Ben shifted back to wolf form and followed Zolla out, taking off for the place he’d hidden his car Friday night. Using the hidden button to pop his trunk, he rummaged in the duffel bag for a pair of pants, shirt, and shoes. With the spare key, he started the car up and drove toward the address of Jack’s foothill residence. His mind was blank—or rather, held only clear focus of intent: eliminate Jack. After he dealt with him, he would open the box in which he’d stuffed his anguish over Ashley.

  He parked in front of an ostentatious house with a cobblestone driveway and a giant fountain in the front. Getting out, he stalked up the sidewalk. He tried the door first, and finding it locked, slammed his shoulder against the heavy wood. The wood bowed against his shifter strength. He threw his weight into it again, then a third time, cracking the door from the hinges.

  It swung open and he found himself face to face with Jack, who pointed a revolver at him.

  Ben spread his hands. “What’s your plan, Jack?” he asked, stepping in and swinging the broken door shut behind him.

  Jack’s nostrils flared, his little eyes darting past Ben toward the door.

  “You planted a bomb in my laptop, but haven’t triggered it yet. You kidnapped Ashley’s sister. You just toppled every one of our servers. Are you trying to lower our stock so you can buy it all out with me out of the picture? Do you think Shayla would let you do that?”

  Jack’s face had gone pale, that muscle under his right eye twitched as it always did when he challenged Ben. The hand holding the revolver shook slightly, but his expression was all sneer.

  Ben advanced slowly. “The FBI knows all about the kidnapping and the bomb,” he said, only partly bluffing. Mark knew, after all, so if or when things came out with the authorities, Mark would see that the right people were prosecuted and any references to wolves were left out. “They already traced the server crash to your IP address.”

  Jack fired the gun, hitting him in the gut.

  Ben did his best not to flinch, despite the burn, and gave a mirthless laugh, his upper lip curling. He walked casually forward as if the bullet didn’t bother him. “Who are you working with? The Sandoval cartel?”

  Jack gaped, his eyes dropping to the bleeding wound, then back to Ben’s face. The sneer faded, confusion creeping in. “I don’t know who that is.” He fired again, this time hitting Ben right in the sternum.

  He lost his breath, but he did not stagger backward. “Who then?”

  Jack’s hand trembled violently as he finally comprehended that Ben couldn’t be eliminated as easily as he had thought. “What are you?”

  He grinned. “I can’t be killed, Jack,” he lied. “What does that do to your plans?”

  Jack’s eyes darted around the room and he began to back up.

  “Your idea was clever, I’ll admit that,” he said, hoping to get him to talk. He needed to know who else was involved and what Jack’s exact motivation had been. “And rather elaborate. Wouldn’t it have been easier to just shoot me right from the beginning?”

  Jack’s eyes fell to the bullet wounds again. “Yeah, but I wanted the server crash to be on your watch.”

  “You wanted the board to fire me?”

  His mouth twisted into a bitter grimace. “I wanted there to be nothing left of Stone Technologies,” he spat. “So my stock options from the employment package at Suma Games would make me rich.”

  “You already are rich,” he muttered, then shook his head. Why was he arguing with an insane man?

  A bead of sweat dripped down Jack’s face, but he gave a twisted grin. “It’s nothing more than I deserve. I invented the NE3, not Leon.”

  A flash of irritation on Leon’s behalf made him surge forward.

  Jack fired again. This time it caught Ben in the ribs, well below his he
art. The impact seared and momentarily knocked him back, but he kept his face blank and snatched the gun out of Jack’s hands. Ben turned it around and smacked Jack on the head with the handle side.

  Jack crumpled to the carpeted floor, groaning.

  Ben kicked him in the ribs. “Hey, Jack—you’re fired.”

  He flipped the gun back around, pointed it at the little weasel’s head, and discharged it.

  * * *

  Ashley’s head swam like she’d downed three margaritas on an empty stomach. The dizziness seemed different than weakness caused by blood loss—there was a pleasant, but disoriented sensation, too. She’d somehow managed to get dressed and held a towel to the puncture wounds, but blood had soaked through her shirt and the towel and the sight made her nauseous. Her emotions were a tangled mess, too. She couldn’t stop crying—not because of the pain, although it was still excruciating, but more from shame and betrayal. Why had he bitten her? She had trusted him, given herself to him, and he’d turned savage. Had she somehow angered him? Surely tearing a hunk out of her shoulder wasn’t what he meant when he said wolves were rough when they had sex. Or was that the ‘marking’ she’d heard them talk about? Was this why he’d been so afraid to have sex with her?

  Maybe so, but why had he just abandoned her afterward? He’d walked out the door while she’d been huddled naked and bleeding and he hadn’t returned. Even as she swore she’d never forgive him for this, her lovesick heart kept waiting for him to return and explain himself. But he hadn’t.

  A tap sounded on the door.

  She froze. Ben wouldn’t knock. Who could it be?

  “Ashley? It’s Zolla. Ben sent me over to help you. Can you let me in?”

  He sent Zolla? She felt queasy. She didn’t even merit him coming himself? She stood up from where she’d been sitting on the edge of the bed and wobbled over to open the door.

  Zolla took in the bloodied towel without surprise. He stepped through the door and closed it quickly behind him. Pulling out a chair, he pointed at it. “May I look at your wounds?”