AlphavsAlpha

by Francesca Hawley

  “What did you mean when you said what I wanted you to say?” Damien rubbed her tight clit with the head of his cock.

  “Son of a bitch. You are going to argue about that now?”

  “No time like the present.” He was pissed. Serena could hear that in his growl, but just now she needed to be mounted. Why did he have to be difficult?

  She arched her hips as he slipped just the head of his cock into her cunt. She tried to thrust on to him, but Damien evaded her. He continued to torment her clit and the entrance to her pussy.

  “Damien, please. I’m begging you. Mount me! I need you.” She was sobbing, but she couldn’t control anything anymore. She just needed him.

  “Are you my bitch or not, Serena?”

  “Why do we have to argue about this now? I need you inside me!”

  “Do you belong to me?”

  “Damien! Why now?”

  He eased into her cunt, but only halfway. Serena tried to clamp down on him, but he wasn’t far enough inside for them to lock together.

  “Why? Because you’re fertile, Serena.”

  “Every female in heat is fertile.”

  “That’s not entirely true. There is a short period of time when your body is actively fertile. That time is now, Serena. Right now. I can smell it. When we lock together, I am going to plant my pup in your womb. So, what I want to know is—are you my bitch or not?”

  Serena was panting. She needed to come, but what he said finally sank in. Damien rubbed his palm over her lower abdomen, right over her womb. She could feel it tighten in response. She looked over her shoulder into his dark eyes. He was in as much pain from denial as she was, she could read it in his eyes. But this was important to him. She was important to him.

  “Yes, Damien. Yes, I’m your bitch, so will you please mount me?”

  A smile grew on his face and she could see joy in his eyes. “It will be my pleasure, sweetheart.”

  Damien’s fingers dipped between her legs and he plucked at her clit with his fingertips. He rubbed while she pressed into his hand. Serena panted and she closed her eyes tightly to focus on the feelings he was dragging from her tense body. His fingers circled her throbbing clit as he pressed his cock deeper into her tight cunt.

  He eased out then entered again, edging deeper…in and out, just outside the range where they’d lock together. The friction at the entrance combined with the teasing of her clit caused her to shudder as yet another orgasm swept through her. Damien thrust deep, hitting bottom. She felt his cock alter while her cunt did the same. Her muscles tightened down, spasming uncontrollably. Damien howled as his seed spurted into her. Just as Serena thought they were done, his cock jerked inside her and let loose another stream of sperm into her waiting womb.

  His hips jerked and he grasped her shoulders in his hands. She felt his breath on her neck then his teeth clamped down on her shoulder. Damien bit deep and she knew he was marking her as she’d marked him. He held her in place with his teeth as they continued to orgasm. Each time his cock erupted more come into her, her cunt walls constricted on him to milk him for more. Serena was trembling, barely able to keep her hips lifted for him, but still she continued to come. He sighed and fell heavily onto her, driving her down to the carpet beneath him. Serena couldn’t move, and neither could he. They were still locked together—Damien’s cock shuddering inside her. He retracted his teeth from her shoulder and licked the wound until it quit bleeding.

  Serena tried to move her hips away from him, only to find them still bound together. “How long are we stuck like this?”

  He sighed. “At least half an hour, maybe more.”

  She groaned as little quakes of climax rippled through her body again. “I’m still coming.”

  “So am I.”

  He sounded sleepy. Damien buried his face in the curve of her neck and shoulder, cupped one of her breasts in his hand and hooked a leg over her hip. Even as his cock continued to send off little explosions in her cunt, Serena could sense him slipping into sleep. Typical male. It was the last thought she had before she too slept.

  Chapter Six

  Serena was hot and tried to push her blanket off, but it wouldn’t move. She slowly opened her eyes, feeling disoriented. She was sore in places she hadn’t been in a very long time. Just then, a soft snore buzzed past her ear. She realized there was a half-hard cock nestled in her very damp cunt and a large male hand was holding her breast as if it were a life preserver and they were on the Titanic. The male clinging to her so possessively sighed in his sleep. She slowly turned her head. She knew that face. Shit.

  “Damien…” She breathed. Oh God. What had she done?

  He nuzzled into the curve of her shoulder with a half smile on his face. Why did he have to be so damn beautiful and why did she have to want him so much? He’d said he wanted her for his Mate, but did he? Really? Serena just wasn’t sure. She turned her head and looked out the windows. The sky was pink tinged with the edges of sunset. If Damien woke up now, Serena knew she wouldn’t get out of this room until dawn.

  Even sex with Michael, her first lover, hadn’t been as good as fucking Damien. Although part of the problem with Michael was that her father had practically ordered him to initiate Serena when she had her first heat cycle. She’d never quite forgiven her father for it. Waking up beside Mike should have been a great experience. But when she made commitment noises, he’d confessed her father had set it up then he’d headed for the hills…literally. Ran home to his Blackwolf cousins and she hadn’t seen him since…her first and only intimate experience with a Blackwolf male until now.

  She looked back at Damien’s sleeping profile. What guarantee did she have that Damien wouldn’t wake up and start backpedaling about her being his Mate? She could almost imagine it…

  “I’m sorry, Serena. You were in heat and I wanted you. That’s all. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

  She lifted her hand and rubbed her eyes. It would be so humiliating, and so reminiscent of the past. Serena didn’t need or want to take the chance. Damien was deeply asleep, and if she could somehow ease out from under him without waking him, she could leave. No harm, no foul.

  She gingerly reached down and tried to pry his fingers off her tit. His hand felt glued on. Serena eased his hand off her one finger at a time. When she had finally peeled his hand away, she sighed. Damien moved in his sleep and wrapped his arm tight around her waist, shifting his hips and thrust his semi-erect cock deeper into her pussy. She gasped and closed her eyes while counting to ten. Damn him. He started nibbling her neck. Serena looked at him, but she could sense he was still asleep. She wasn’t sure how or why, but she was glad she could tell.

  Serena tried to crawl away from him, but he muttered in his sleep and pulled her closer. She felt like screaming with frustration. She wasn’t used to sleeping with a male and definitely not one as possessive as Damien. He made her feel caged but it surprised her to feel protected rather than trapped by his dominance. She didn’t want to feel protected. He’d wake up and not really want her, and then she’d be left feeling like a fool. She was damned if she’d experience that again. All of her lovers since that miserable experience had been betas and she kicked them out of her bed, not the other way around.

  Serena made a concentrated effort to ease out from under him and finally succeeded. The hardest part was easing his cock out of her cunt. She hadn’t wanted to separate because his cock felt as if it belonged inside her. As if some vital piece of her soul had been ripped away when she’d pulled away from him, but that was crazy.

  It’s a cock, not a religious object. Granted, sex with Damien was damn close to a spiritual experience, but his cock was just a cock. She gazed down at his erection. Damn. It was so hard—a dark red that was almost purple, glistening with his ejaculate and her juices. She wanted to taste him. She wanted to take his cock in her mouth and savor it like the work of art it was. She slid down to his hips and took a deep breath through her mouth and nose. The smell of him ar
oused her intensely. She glanced up at him to make sure he was still asleep. He sighed, turning his head. But he was still deeply slumbering.

  Serena leaned forward to nip and nibble, making his cock jerk in response. She flicked her tongue against the underside of the glans and covered the head with her mouth. She memorized the taste of him as she sucked gently. Damien groaned and thrust his hips, driving himself deeper into her mouth. Serena froze and closed her eyes, holding him still. What in the hell was she doing? Oh, now this was brilliant. She was trying to get away from the man, but she’d let his cock hypnotize her.

  Serena, you’re an idiot! She told herself in disgust. Opening her mouth, she let his erection slide out as she eased away from him. She forced her gaze away from his stunning body to survey the room. The shreds of her clothes lay heaped in a pile. Except for her bra, garter belt, hose and shoes, everything was ruined. Damien destroyed them when he stripped her, so how was she going to get out of here? Serena tugged the bra over her breasts, wincing at how sensitive she felt. She needed to get cleaned up then she needed to leave before he woke.

  She stood silently. Crossing the deep carpet to his bathroom, she pushed the door closed behind her then she locked it and turned on the light. Pain struck her eyes, making her wince while her eyes adjusted to the light. When she got a good look at herself in the mirror, Serena flinched. She looked like a well-used prostitute after a bachelor party. Barely dressed with her mouth swollen from Damien’s kisses. There were bruises, scratches and bites from their intense coupling in various spots all over her. She whimpered because the look of her body turned her on again.

  “Fuck!” she hissed while ripping off the few clothes she had left.

  She looked around the bathroom and almost whistled. The place was done in dark marble and there was a shower. Along one wall there was a double door. She opened it and found a clean change of clothes hanging on the left. Yet another power suit. Towels and washcloths were stacked on shelves on the right. She stripped off the remnants of her clothes and grabbed a couple of towels then climbed into the shower, scrubbing herself thoroughly. As she dried off, she felt better but she was still covered in his scent. It was his shampoo and soap smells now, instead of his cum. She grabbed his suit and pulled on the shirt and jacket. She knew her butt would never fit into his pants, but she carried them with her. She left her own things hung up in the closet on his hanger. She smiled grimly at that. Let him wear the damn stockings, bra and heels home.

  She turned off the bathroom light and cracked open the door. He was snoring softly. She tiptoed into the room, scooped his clothes off the floor and crossed the room to the door. She looked back at him sleeping so peacefully. Should she wake him and see if he would disappoint her? No, why put herself through the pain of it? If he did want her though, what then?

  She thought of her mother, Ginger. Pack leader’s Mate. God, no. Her mother had left all her dreams behind when she’d met Drew Goldwolf. Ginger hadn’t finished college. She’d submersed herself in being his Mate, giving up so much of herself in the process. Serena didn’t want to lose herself in Damien that way. She yearned for a True Mate, but she couldn’t imagine obeying anyone without question the way her mother obeyed her father.

  No, this way was best. He’d forget her easily enough, even though she’d never forget him. She eased open the office door and stepped into his secretary’s office, crossed that room and cracked open the door into the hall. She could hear voices, but only a few. It was after 6 p.m. so only the most dedicated or most trod-upon employees were still here. She only hoped that she’d be able to get into her own offices because Lea usually left at 5:30. And as pissed as she’d been, Serena could imagine her taking great pleasure and in locking Serena out.

  She slipped silently down the hall, carrying Damien’s clothes. It would take him awhile to find replacements unless he shifted. Serena held back a sigh. Whether she got into her offices or not, she’d probably have to shift to get home. She looked into the reception area and into the hall by the elevator. It was deserted. She ducked out and pressed the elevator button. Serena bit her lip and prayed that when the doors opened the elevator would be empty, because explaining her lack of clothing could present a problem. The elevator binged and the doors opened. Empty! Finally things were going her way. She breathed a sigh of relief. Now she just had to worry about someone getting on before she got to her floor. She pushed the button and huddled into the corner, praying desperately for a quick descent.

  Luck was with her and she made it to her floor with no stops. The hallway outside of the office was silent. She ducked over to the door to find it locked. She swore. Lea would have set the alarm, so if she broke in, she’d soon have visitors. She looked around the room and saw a light under a door. She almost screamed with relief when she saw Lea coming out of her office, obviously ready to head out for the night. Serena knocked on the glass and Lea nearly jumped on the table. Flighty cat.

  Lea crossed the room and let her in. “Where the hell have you been? I’ve been waiting!”

  “Where do you think?”

  “You were having sex this whole time?”

  “No, after some really great sex, we both fell asleep. Of course, I wasn’t going anywhere anyway at that point.” Serena shrugged as she went into her office and turned on the light. She breathed a sigh of relief. From here, she could manage.

  “Why not?” Lea asked as she followed her.

  “We got locked together then the bastard fell asleep on top of me.”

  Serena shook her head, trying to feel disgust. She had to admit she hadn’t slept that well in a long time. It felt right to have him locked inside her while he cradled her in his arms. She threw his clothes onto a chair with a strangled groan. She was getting all sentimental! He was a damn Alpha male who was just getting his own back after the mess with Quillen.

  “Did that idiot get his stuff packed up? I don’t want him coming back here.”

  “Quillen? Yeah.” Lea laughed. “He is feeling all aggrieved because you promptly ran off to go fuck the male he loathed.”

  “Ran off? Was he struck blind or something? Damien picked me up and carried me out of here!” Serena huffed as she rounded up her purse, keys and various other necessities.

  She put her wallet, iPhone and keys in a small backpack then pulled open her desk drawer and drew out a necklace with a tag on it and fastened it around her neck.

  “Are you going to shift to get home?”

  “How else am I going to get there? I don’t have a second set of clothes here and nothing you have would fit me. Once I shift, would you help me get my pack on? I hate wearing the damn thing, but it convinces humans that I am a lost dog and not really a wolf.”

  “Is that why you’re wearing tags too?”

  Serena grinned at her. “You bet. The last time I had to run around in the city, I got picked up and put in the pound. I can assure you, it was not a happy experience.”

  Lea chuckled. “I don’t have that trouble, but I do have to worry about animal control shooting me with a tranq gun. Pumas make people nervous.”

  Serena pulled Damien’s shirt and jacket off and threw them in the chair. It gave her a perverse pleasure to mistreat his expensive Italian suit that way. She just knew it would make him cringe. He had to be one of those guys who carefully folded the jacket in half and laid it over a chair if he didn’t immediately hang it up. Of course, he had tossed the jacket when they were having sex, but she knew he’d be upset with himself later. She wasn’t sure how she knew it, but she did.

  “Why are you running away? He’s the hottest male I’ve seen in here in ages.” Lea’s question made Serena pause. She looked at her friend.

  “Ever been dumped?”

  Lea paused in thought. “I don’t think so. I usually do the dumping.”

  “Then you probably won’t understand, but it is better to dump before you get dumped. At least that’s my experience.”

  “He didn’t sound as if he had any i
ntention of dumping you. He sounded like a male declaring ownership of a Mate.” Serena raised her brow questioningly, and Lea frowned. “Male cats are just as dominant as you wolves. My cousin found his Mate and he sounded all macho like that.”

  “Maybe. If so, then that has its own perils. My mother is the Mate of an Alpha. I’ve never heard her make a decision in all my life. Dad makes pronouncements and Mom nods. I can’t imagine turning into a female who says ‘Yes dear’ all the time.”

  “Don’t think much of your mom, do you?”

  Serena paused at the accusation. “I love her. And I respect her…most of the time. Mom seems happy with her life, but I just don’t want to be her, you know? The idea of doing whatever Damien says for the rest of my life is against my nature. I’ve never heard my parents have an argument. I’ve heard other couples have arguments, but not them. They have staring contests, and then she always looks away first.” Serena shuddered as memories from her childhood slid through her mind.

  “You’re scared.”

  Serena shrugged. “Maybe. I just don’t want to lose me to make him happy. I couldn’t live like that. I’d be miserable.” She sighed.

  She closed her eyes and remembered the look on his face when she said he could plant his pup in her belly. He’d been so happy that she started to feel guilty. Damn it. He hadn’t meant it and there was no guarantee she was already pregnant. Still, she was glad shifting didn’t cause problems so early in pregnancy, just in case she was.

  “I’m going to shift now. Can you help me with the pack once I’m in wolf form?”

  “Sure.” Lea leaned on the desk and waited.

  Serena formed the image of herself as a wolf in her mind then superimposed that vision over her human image. She could feel the change move through her body—lengthening in some spots and compacting in others. She knew that anyone watching only saw a sort of shimmer around her as she shifted, but she could almost feel the fur growing. She paid close attention to her womb, just in case. There didn’t seem to be any changes there though. Maybe she’d lucked out after all. Although, it might be too soon to tell.