Catch Me, Alpha (God of War Book 2)

by Emilia Rose

  I tried so desperately to move my hips, but he held me in place and refused to let me come. This was sinister.

  When the pressure in my core subsided, he curled his two fingers and hit my G-spot. Over. And over. And over. And over. Until my legs were shaking. Until I collapsed on the bed, unable to hold myself up. Until I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing that this would be the orgasm I would come to, no matter what.

  He grabbed a fistful of my hair, forced me back onto my hands, pulled his fingers out of me, and stuffed them into his mouth, sucking off the juices. “Kitten, your pussy tastes so good.” He hovered his fingers closer to my core again. “Do you want a taste?”

  “The only way I’m tasting myself”—I pressed my lips together and wiggled my hips, feeling his cock press against my entrance, and his fingers slipped inside of me—“is if it’s off your dick.”

  Pounding his fingers into me, tugging on my nipples, pushing me so close to the edge again, he sucked on his mark. Heat pooled between my legs. When he pinched my nipples harder and harder and harder, and the pain became almost unbearable, I whimpered.

  “You think you have a choice, Kitten?” He pulled his fingers out of me and shoved them into my mouth. He pulled them back out and rubbed his fingers against my lips, his dick pressing at my entrance. “Good girl …”

  I growled low. He rolled us over, so he was lying on his back, and I rested on him. With one hand, he groped my breast, and with the other, he rubbed his cock against my wet pussy.

  “Who do you belong to?” he asked.

  “Not you.”

  He slapped my clit hard, and a wave of pleasure rolled through me.

  “Who do you belong to?”

  I clenched my jaw, trying to displace the pain. “Not you.”

  He slapped my clit again, and I squirmed in his embrace. I gazed at him, watching him stare at me with those golden eyes and a smirk that told me I was his—whether or not I admitted to it.

  All I wanted was for him to thrust his cock into my pussy, to fill me up with his cum, to make me tremble and scream out his name. And by the light in his gaze and the tenseness in his jaw, I could tell that he was so close to letting me have it too.

  Ares hated being defied. He’d want to prove me wrong.

  “Why don’t you make me yours? Thrust yourself inside of me and take it,” I whispered, watching his eyes flash gold. I slid myself down, closer to his cock, and rubbed myself against him. “Make my pussy yours.”

  When he didn’t move like I’d thought he would, I growled and started to buck my hips against his. Moon Goddess, why did he have to make this so difficult? Didn’t he see I was so fucking—

  “Oh, Kitten,” Ares said into my ear. He stretched my legs further apart and stared at my reflection in the mirror. “Look at you …”

  I gazed at myself in the mirror, watching my pussy pulse as I desperately moved my hips. The head of his cock pressed against my aching entrance, teasing me and putting pressure in just the right place.

  “Please, Ares.”

  Ares slapped his cock against my pussy, coating it in my juices. “I’ve never seen you so desperate for me,” he said, golden eyes locked on mine.

  Though he was controlling himself quite well, I could see the tenseness in his eyes. But … I didn’t quite have the strength to fight back anymore.

  “Give it to me,” I said.

  “Are you submitting to me, Aurora?”

  I swallowed hard, feeling his head just about to slip into my pussy. “Yes, I’m submitting.”

  He pushed his cock harder against my entrance and rubbed my clit. “Good girl.”

  “Please, put it inside of me already.”

  “I told you that we’re waiting.”

  My pussy clenched, and I tried so desperately to move around in his hold to slide his cock inside of me myself, but Ares just held my legs further apart, making me watch him.

  “Jerk me off. Make me come all over your pussy, baby.”

  “Ares,” I whimpered, the pressure in my core rising.

  “Do it. I know seeing my cum spread all over your pussy lips will make you come.”

  I reached between my legs, took his cock in my hand, and stroked him almost as quickly as he rubbed my swollen clit until his cum sprayed across my sopping pink pussy.

  “Alpha!” I whimpered, loving the way his cum looked on me. “Can I come?”

  “Yes, Kitten. Come for me.”

  My legs trembled, and I stared at him in the mirror, wave after wave of pleasure pumping through me. He pushed the head of his cock right against my entrance, feeling it pulse on him, and grunted in my ear. More cum pumped out of him and into my hole.

  “Push my cum inside of you,” he said into my ear, watching it roll down my thighs. “Do it for me. I want to get you pregnant with my pups, Aurora. I want to see your belly swollen with my children.”

  And so, I took two of my fingers and pushed his cum inside of me because I was Ares’s desperate mate, who wanted nothing more than any part of him to be inside of me.

  Chapter 6

  Aurora

  “How was your night last night?” I asked Charolette the next afternoon at practice during our infamous five-mile run. I jogged alongside her through the woods, leaping over fallen branches and stepping on withering orange leaves in my human form.

  I definitely wasn’t prying about what had happened with Marcel. Pack lunas never wanted to get involved in pack drama. And not knowing about them definitely wasn’t eating me up on the inside. Note the sarcasm.

  A fog sat heavily in the woods just above the trees as other warriors sprinted through the narrow paths far in front of us. The chilling morning air vaguely reminded me of Hound Territory, making me uneasy. Or maybe I was uneasy because Ares still hadn’t broken yet.

  I’d be getting sweet revenge on him today though. He had it coming after last night.

  Charolette shrugged her shoulders, breathing heavily out of her nose. “Good.”

  I slowed my pace to meet hers. “Do anything fun?”

  “No, not really.”

  The last of the warriors disappeared through the woods, but Marcel hung back and glanced over his shoulder at us. I waved my hand to tell him to move along and to train the rest of the pack as we continued by ourselves. Charolette gazed at him, a small smile on her face, and then she looked down at her shoes and continued beside me.

  When Marcel finally ran ahead, I grabbed Charolette’s slender wrist and stopped her. Almost immediately, I dropped my hand because her bones felt so brittle and weak. I didn’t want to accidentally break one. No matter how much Marcel denied that he liked her, I knew that if I accidentally broke Charolette’s wrist, he’d try to beat my ass for it.

  “Okay, spill. Tell me what’s going on between you and Marcel.” I crossed my arms, arched a brow, and smiled at her flushing cheeks. “And don’t say nothing because I saw you and him together last night.”

  Her eyes widened. “You saw us together?”

  “I was looking for Ruffles but found you two instead.”

  “At the coffee shop?”

  “In the alleyway.”

  “Oh Goddess, no …” She threw her hands over her face. “You didn’t tell Ares, did you?”

  My lips curled into a smile. “No.”

  She sighed, her shoulders falling forward. “Thank Goddess. Okay, I’ll tell you about it, but you have to promise me that you won’t tell anyone anything, especially Ares. He would have Marcel’s ass if he saw him all over me. He knows how much of a player that man is.”

  After pinkie-promising her that I wouldn’t say a word, I stared at her in excitement. I’d been dying to know exactly what was going on because this tension was driving me insane. I could only imagine how she felt about it all. “So?”

  Glancing through the trees at the pack gathering in the field, Charolette smiled softly. “Marcel and I are …” she started, getting sidetracked when Marcel pulled his shirt over his head, his thick muscles
glistening with sweat. When she looked back at me, her entire peppy demeanor changed into one of sadness. “We’re mates.”

  Something about the way she’d said it made it seem so sad.

  Mates weren’t supposed to be sad or sorrowful. Mates made life better in every way possible.

  I frowned as she jogged a bit ahead of me, keeping her eyes trained on the ground.

  I caught up to her and nudged my shoulder against hers, hoping to lighten the mood. “Is that a bad thing?”

  “No … I just …” She held back her tears. “I want to be with him. It’s just difficult because of my cancer. I want him to be happy. I know that if he’s with me, he won’t be. He’ll have to take care of me and …” She tugged on the edges of her fake hair. “And there are so many other pretty girls out there he could be with …”

  I stopped in my tracks and snatched her wrist. “Stop it, Charolette. You’re beautiful.”

  “I have a wig, Aurora,” she whispered, huge eyes trembling with tears. “I … I don’t feel pretty. I haven’t felt pretty in years. Why would he want to be with someone like me? I only come with problems.”

  Lips quivering, I pulled her into a hug, so she wouldn’t see how much it hurt me when she said it. I knew what it was like to think that you weren’t good enough for someone. Thoughts like that had eaten me up for years.

  “Having cancer or a wig doesn’t define who you are. Marcel will love you for it either way,” I said, stroking her smooth blonde hair.

  She sniffled into my shoulder and wrapped her arms around me, holding me tight. I rested my head against hers and glanced through the trees at Ares, who stood in the middle of the field, peering around the woods to find us.

  When his eyes locked on mine, he furrowed his brows. “Is she okay?”

  “She’s fine,” I said through the mind link.

  Lie. She wasn’t really fine and was hurting a lot. But this was girl talk.

  After pulling away from her, I tilted my head toward the field. “We should get to practice.”

  She nodded and followed me through the woods to the field. I pushed some branches out of the way for her to walk through and stepped onto the grass, heading toward the other warriors.

  “Why don’t you use the stone?” I offered, desperate for her to take it. If she wanted to heal, wanted to live, she needed to take the stone. “It will heal you.”

  She pushed away tears and shook her head. “No.”

  I swallowed hard and clenched my jaw, so I wouldn’t flip. Why was she so against using it? Why did she refuse over and over and over? After everything that she had been through, I’d think she’d want to use it to survive, especially if her cancer was getting worse, like Ares had said it was.

  Charolette looped her arm around mine and strolled to Marcel. “Enough about me. Let’s talk about the Luna Ceremony! I am so thrilled for it! It’s almost in ten days!” She pushed some strands of blonde hair off her sweaty forehead. “I made an appointment at Lucy’s Boutique for Tuesday morning at ten a.m., so we can get you the best dress ever!”

  Though I wanted to spend more time convincing her, I nodded and smiled along, stomach filling with butterflies. Men, women, and children always raved about Luna Ceremonies, when I was growing up. Everyone loved attending and officially adding a new member to the pack. And in just over a week, I would officially be this pack’s luna.

  But … I wanted to be more than just a luna.

  Since Jeremy had died, I’d had my sights set on being alpha. Training relentlessly every day, I’d tried hard to be strong, to fight with such aggression, to one day be able to lead, but I had consistently let my pack down.

  Elijah’s words about me using the stone rang through my head. With the other half of the Malavite Stone, I could be everything that I hoped to be and more. I’d be more than a luna, and I’d have more than just the title of alpha. I could be an actual one—dominant, possessive over what was mine, and ready to kill whoever threatened my pack.

  If Charolette wouldn’t accept the stone, then maybe I’d have to use it.

  My gaze shifted to Ares, who was fighting some vigorous wolves in our pack. We could be the most powerful couple around Sanguine Wilds. And we might, just might, be able to get rid of the hounds without everyone becoming the undead.

  “Aren’t you excited?” Charolette said to me, drawing me out of my thoughts.

  I forced a smile on my face. While I wanted to be thrilled for the ceremony, other things like the hounds, chatting with Adrian about underground tunnels, and trying to control Ares’s short temper as he tried so desperately to keep his hands off me, plagued my mind.

  That last bit wasn’t much of a problem. It just got him closer and closer to breaking. And to be honest, something about it was damn sexy. His possessiveness, the way he’d dominated me, how he had shown me that I was his last night, I couldn’t get enough of it.

  Tan skin glistening under the rays of light breaking through the fog, Ares glanced at me from across the field with darkening eyes. “I can smell you, Kitten,” he said through the mind link. He slammed a wolf onto his back and stood above him, veins in his arms prominent, as if he was trying to keep himself preoccupied.

  I took a deep breath to calm myself down, but it wasn’t working. I couldn’t last another ten days without him. We hadn’t been without sex for that long since we’d been together. Ten whole days was too damn long.

  He growled low. “Control yourself before I lose it.”

  I smiled, ready for round two when we got home. “No.”

  “Kit—”

  “About time,” Marcel said, crossing his arms over his chest when Charolette pulled me toward him.

  I threw Ares a cheeky smile and looked back at Charolette and Marcel.

  Marcel gave Charolette an expression filled with the utmost guilt, and then turned stoic. “What took you so long?”

  Charolette cut her eyes at him. “If you couldn’t tell, we’re both broken. You don’t need to go so hard on us. We’re doing the best we can.” She stormed past him, smacking her shoulder right into Marcel’s arm in a weak attempt to push him, and grabbed her water bottle from the grass.

  Marcel raised his brows, his silver hair blowing in the breeze. “I do need to go hard on you because I know you won’t try if I let you train by yourself,” he said, lip curled in an ugly snarl. “You won’t do anything if I don’t hound you about it.”

  Charolette tossed her bottle down and started toward the corner of the large field, by a group of tall pine trees and fog. Nobody ever practiced that far away from the center, as it wasn’t needed. The field was nearly two hundred yards long.

  “Come on, Aurora. Let’s go train.”

  Marcel caught her wrist. “No, you don’t, Princess. You’re training with me today.”

  I suggestively raised my brows at her and winked.

  She rolled her eyes at him and crossed her arms over her chest. “Well, who will Aurora fight then? I have to be her partner or else she won’t be able to train at all, and how could you let our soon-to-be luna not train? Do you—”

  “Damn, you ask too many questions.” Marcel turned to the pack, puckered his lips, and whistled.

  Almost immediately, wolves stopped and glanced over. Ares emerged from the pack, thick strands of brown hair plastered to his forehead.

  Marcel nodded to me. “Ares, you’re with your mate.”

  Marcel wanted me to fight Ares?

  It had been a while since I’d fought an alpha, and I had never once really fought my mate. But maybe it was time to test out my true strength instead of being pitied by wolves who knew I couldn’t shift.

  Marcel squeezed my shoulder and leaned in close, strands of his hair falling into his scarred face. “His weaknesses are left-ankle picks, his right calf, and getting sucker-punched right in the rib cage. Stay on him and don’t let up. Make him tired.” Then, he stepped away from me and smirked at Ares. “Let’s see who the real alpha of this pack is.”


  Dressed in nothing but a pair of gray shorts, Ares sauntered over to me and eyed me like he did his prey. I had seen those hungry, vicious eyes too many times in the bedroom to know that was what I was to him at this moment—a piece of meat he’d try to chew up and spit out to prove his superiority.

  I sucked in a deep breath—remembering every moment, every sensation, every touch from last night—and crouched in a wrestling stance, ready for him to destroy me—I mean, ready to kick his ass … because that was exactly what I was going to do. I wasn’t going to let myself get distracted by that chiseled abdomen or those golden eyes that had taken in every part of my body last night.

  When Ares lowered into his stance, I analyzed his body positioning. Because he was at least twice my size, he’d toss me around so easily if I let him. But I needed to fight to get stronger, so we could have a possibility at defeating these hounds. He wouldn’t have a chance of throwing me around.

  Ares came at me quickly, shooting in for a takedown and snatching the backs of my knees. I sprawled back, driving my hips toward the ground, and hooked my arms under his shoulders to get a grip on him. After gaining leverage, I pushed him back and reevaluated my plan.

  He stayed back for one fucking moment before coming at me again, this time faster. He hit me so damn hard that he knocked me down onto the ground, his hand cradling the back of my head before it could bounce off the earth.

  I growled under my breath and squirmed out of his death grip to get to my feet, keeping a low stance. That wouldn’t happen again. I wouldn’t allow it to happen. I had to be prepared for anything.

  So, while he circled me, I kept my distance and watched the way he moved. I kept up with him, sprawling and dodging his takedowns, pushing him harder than he’d expected me to. And when I finally saw the opening, I grabbed his right wrist, yanked him down, and snatched the back of his left ankle, executing the perfect ankle pick on him.

  With all his muscle mass, he hit the ground hard with an oof. I landed on top of him, immediately turning him onto his back to nail his shoulders to the ground. But before I could secure a position, he threw me off him, pulled me onto my back, and pinned my shoulders to the dirt.