by Susan Bliler
Turning, she told her class the name of the next move they’d be doing, but Modess only heard blood pumping in his ears when she presented him with her ass. She then bent all the way over, sticking her palms beneath the soles of her feet. His eyes locked on the rounded globes of her ass cheeks and he wondered if she knew that when she stretched, the material of her pants was see-through. He could just make out the thong that was nestled between her cheeks and hung deliciously high on her hips. When she made another grunting sound like the move was a strain to hold, he mirrored it and looked down only to realize his fist, now inside his sweat pants, was pumping against the velvety skin of his iron hard shaft. Eyes rounding, he instantly released himself and peeked back out the window, which was a mistake. Hillary now had her legs spread as wide as they’d go, her head lowered between them so it was only an inch from the ground as she encouraged her class.
With a disgusted shake of his head, Modess shoved his hand back into his sweats, gripped his erection, and started pumping again. Eyes locked on Hillary, he realized it was quite possible that she was the sexiest fucking woman he’d ever seen. She was perfect. Not tiny and too thin, but not ashamed of her shape either, if those form fitting pants were anything to go by. He didn’t even get a few more strokes off before he was shooting his release onto the floor. Hell, he’d come faster today than he had when he’d jerked himself off last night thinking about her.
He was embarrassed, annoyed, and relieved. He was embarrassed because if just watching her finished him off that quickly then he could certainly never bed little Miss Cupcake outside. He’d probably come just from cupping one of those perfect tits.
He was annoyed because she was still out there bending, stretching, and making those sexy little noises and he wanted to enjoy the rest of the show, but he couldn’t. His eyes tracked to the tree line where a group of men were gathering to watch the show and that just pissed him off.
Crossing to snatch up a pair of jeans that hung over the back of a rocking chair beside the bed, Modess ripped his sweat pants off and used them to clean himself as best he could before shoving his legs into the denim fisted in his hands. He didn’t bother with a shirt or shoes before quickly striding through his house and out the front door, throwing it open so hard it banked loudly off the wall.
“HENRY!”
The enforcer, who’d been smirking and watching the women with the other men, jerked his gaze to Modess.
“YOU ALL NEED WORK TO DO?”
Without hesitation the men quickly dropped their heads and dispersed. Modess pulled his angry eyes from his men and they found with Hillary’s. Her group of women were all standing and staring at him so he figured now was as good a time as any. Stomping down the stairs, he walked right up to Hillary. Under the weight of his Alpha authority, several women simply turned and fled.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Hillary looked up at him with big, gray eyes filled with defiance. Apparently, she was still pissed about last night.
Her cheeks were flushed from exertion and he felt his cock stir, which only made him angrier.
She glanced over her shoulder at her quickly dispersing class then looked back up at him. “We’re exercising.”
Exercising? There’s no fucking way that bending, grunting, and moaning shit was exercising. “That shit ain’t exercising, Cupcake.”
Lifting her chin mutinously, she declared, “It’s yoga.”
Whatever that fuck that is. “Don’t do it again.”
He turned and started stalking back to his house but her little voice called, “Wait!”
He turned to see Hillary jogging to catch up to him. His eyes instantly dipped to her bouncing tits that were barely contained in that tight bra thingy she was wearing.
She stopped a few feet from him and he could scent both her fear and anger. “Why can’t we exercise?” she asked quietly then dipped her head and looked at the ground as if she’d suddenly lost her nerve.
“Because you’re distracting the men.”
Her head snapped up and the scent of her anger heightened. “We can’t work out because the men are so stupid they have to come and drool while they watch us do it? That’s stupid and unfair.”
He felt a muscle in his jaw twitch at her comment. She’d unknowingly grouped him in with those stupid drooling men. He shrugged. “My pack, my rules.”
When he turned to head back to his house, she hurled at his back, “WHY?”
His shoulders instantly hunched as irritation skittered up his spine at the question. Why? WHY? Turning, his arm shot out quick as lightening and he grabbed Hillary’s arm. She gasped, but it was too late, he already had her. As Modess turned to drag Hillary to his house with him, he saw the rest of the women, who’d been brave enough to hang around, scatter like roaches in daylight.
As he stalked to the house, dragging Hillary behind him, he noted she didn’t try to fight him. That was good. His primal instincts were extremely heightened and when others ran from him, he could rarely stop his inner beast from giving chase, but after last night… He didn’t even want to think about Hillary rushing from him with her tits and ass bouncing in her form-fitting outfit, a fine sheen of sweat coating her beautiful skin.
He pulled Hillary up the porch stairs and then yanked her into his house before he slammed the door behind them and turned to narrow his eyes on her. His Alpha look was lost though because she was staring at the floor like it was the most interesting thing in the world while she wrung her hands together. He knew she was nervous now and he wondered if she was worried about a repeat of what had happened last night.
“The answer to your question is really simple. Because I’m the Alpha. That’s why!”
Hillary nodded rapidly and her posture was both cute as all fuck and irksome at the same time. He didn’t want her fearing him like the others did, but he also couldn’t have her questioning his authority in front of his pack like she had either.
“It’s just…” She started and it was so quiet he almost missed it.
“Look at me when you talk to me, woman!”
Slowly, she lifted her head and it took even longer for those beautiful eyes to meet his. “It’s just that the women wanted something just for us, and I used to take classes at a gym back home. I really enjoyed it, thought the ladies here would too. We work so hard around here and you guys have lots to do, but we’re restricted because you all go crazy protective mode so we can’t do much or go too far.” Her bottom lip trembled when she admitted, “The ladies were really excited.”
And now he felt like a dickweed for spoiling their activity. Crossing thick arms over an even thicker chest, he studied Hillary as he thought on a compromise. His eyes slid down her frame them back up. “Why do you have to do it wearing bras and ass cheek panties?”
Hillary’s brows furrowed and she blinked a few times. “Bras and ass cheek panties?”
He waved a hand toward her attire.
“Oh!” She glanced down, grabbing the strap at her shoulder. “This is a sports bra. It keeps our…” she waved a hand over the general area of her breasts, “girls from bouncing too much.”
“Doesn’t work.”
She blinked a few times and then swallowed, ignoring the declaration. “And I don’t know what you mean by ass cheek panties.” She plucked at the black material covering her thighs. “These are yoga pants.”
“They’re see-through and you are wearing those panties underneath that are barely existent and show off your ass cheeks.”
Hillary’s cheeks flooded with crimson and she looked down at her crotch then back up just as quickly. “I...didn’t know you could see…”
“Well, you can. So, one, if you girls want to continue, no more bras and ass cheek panties. It distracts the men, and two...” He didn’t get to his second condition though because Hillary’s hand tentatively rose just above her head and distracted him. “Are…are you raising your hand?”
“Question.”
H
e growled. “What?”
“About that. Maybe you could order the men to leave us alone in the mornings for just an hour so we can do our yoga in peace. It’s supposed to be calm and quiet and relaxing, but it was hard finding that state today because the guys kept whistling and catcalling.”
“Because you were all wearing bras and ass cheek panties! They’re wolves! What else are they supposed to do?”
Hillary rolled her eyes. “We can’t work out in jeans and t-shirts. We need free range of motion. Plus, it’s hot.” She fanned herself with a hand as if to add emphasis.
Fuck yeah, it’s hot!
Suddenly, her hand stopped and her eyes rounded. “Oooh! What if we exercised in the mess hall right before breakfast? We’d clean up after ourselves and then the men wouldn’t see us and we could wear our yoga gear.”
Her big eyes were blinking up at him expectantly and he knew he was going to say yes before he even finished hearing her whole idea. “Fine.”
Hillary clapped her hands and then lunged at him. Her tiny arms wrapped around his waist and good ‘ol insta-boner was back. He knew the moment she felt it because she released him like he electrified her and jerked back fast.
“Sorry.” Her eyes dipped to the bulge at his jeans and then back up. “Thank you for understanding. I’m gonna,” she jerked her thumb over her shoulder and turned without another word then hurried toward the door. Halfway there, she must have remembered his words because her hands reached around behind her and flared into little stars as she tried to use them to cover her ass.
Once the door closed behind her, Modess groaned. Unsnapping his jeans, he shoved them down and fisted his engorged cock. What was that saying about going blind? Fuck! At this rate, he wouldn’t be able to see by lunch time.
Chapter 14
Modess was so sexually frustrated it was giving him a migraine. He’d considered calling on one of his go-to girls for a little satisfaction, but his wolf balked firmly at the idea. It felt, not just wrong, but deceitful and disloyal for some reason. It was all Hillary’s fault. He knew it was. That damn sweet smell of hers that damn sweet taste of her cunt honey, those fucking ass cheek panties and soft little moans. FUUUUUUUCK!
Slamming a cupboard door too hard, he ignored Wanda’s smirk as she watched him with calculating eyes. She was up to something, he knew she was.
Jerking another cupboard open, he frowned at the emptiness that met him. Where in the fuck did all my food go?
He’d been avoiding the mess hall like the plague because now, just the sight of Hillary had his dick going noticeably hard. He supposed it was possible he’d gone through all of the few groceries he’d kept in his house. He’d been so distracted lately, that honestly he didn’t remember one way or the other.
***
Watching Modess, Wanda felt a little sense of victory already. He had it bad and it was so damn obvious a blind person could’ve seen it. Hillary was off kilter too. They’d both been acting odd since Wanda had sent Hillary to Modess with that silly PB&J. She’d apologized to Hillary repeatedly when she’d seen her the next day. She’d feigned confusing Modess and Christian, declaring that Christian’s favorite late night snack was one peanut butter sandwich. She’d asked how Modess had taken it and when Hillary blushed to the roots of her hair and looked away, Wanda knew her plan was working.
“You need to go check on Hillary,” Wanda declared, sitting on the counter and watching Modess scour his cupboards. He’d find no food there. She’d already gone over the place with a fine-tooth comb to ensure he wouldn’t be able to avoid the mess hall.
At her declaration, Modess’ head snapped up from where it was ducked to peer into a lower cabinet. “Why? What’s wrong with Hillary?”
His tone was laced with fierce protectiveness and his eyes darkened dangerously. Biting her cheek to keep from grinning, Wanda took a moment to compose herself. “She’s hurt.”
“What?” Modess slammed the cupboard closed. “What do you mean hurt? Who the fuck hurt her?”
Wanda shrugged, “Dunno. She won’t tell me, but something’s…”
She didn’t even get to finish before Modess’ booted feet were thundering across the hardwood floors of his kitchen. When he stormed out of the house, her lips lifted in a satisfied grin. Her plan had worked perfectly, and while a little guilt bit at her for what she’d subjected Hillary to, she was pleased because it had been easier than she’d ever imagined.
***
Modess stormed across the compound, earning himself several curious looks from his pack that he ignored. At Hillary’s cabin, he was up the steps and through the front door in a blink. He hadn’t knocked and only realized it when Hillary who’d been reading in an oversized chair near the empty hearth jumped to her feet and dropped her book.
“What’s wrong?” he demanded.
“N-nothing,” she shook her head as her brows speared down.
“How are you feeling?”
In reply she stammered, “F-fine.”
But, it was a lie. He could scent her pain and it pissed him off almost as much as her dishonesty. A growl rattled his chest and Hillary backed up a step. He shook his head. Always running! “I can scent your pain, Hillary. Who hurt you?”
“Stop! I’m not your concern.” Her dainty brows snapped into a frown. “And you’re not my Alpha, so…”
He was on her in three long strides, one hand collaring her throat while the other shelved her ass and lifted. In seconds he had her pressed up against the wall, his big body settled between her thighs and now he was the one frowning. “I know someone hurt you.” The hand collaring her throat was gentle, just holding her. “And I may not be your Alpha, but I am Alpha and I want to know who!”
A hand pressed to his chest, testing him. She might as well have been pushing against a wall. With a resigned huff she offered, “I’ve been sleeping like shit. Satisfied?”
Satisfied? Why in the fuck would he be satisfied at that? “No,” he barked. “I’m not. Clarify.”
Now her eyes were narrowing on him suspiciously. “My temporary quarters didn’t come with a bed. Jercules said that’s the way you wanted it.”
Modess stiffened. His eyes slid from Hillary to the bedroom door. “No bed? What do you mean no bed? Why wouldn’t there be a bed?”
She shrugged.
“This whole time?” he snarled.
She didn’t respond.
“Where’ve you been sleeping?”
“On the floor. Obviously!” She shrugged. “I tried the chair the first few nights, but it was too uncomfortable.”
A snarl ripped from him at the ill treatment Hillary had received, and he banked it when Hillary recoiled in his arms. He hadn’t ordered the bed to be removed from her quarters. Someone was in trouble. “Who the fuck is Jercules?”
“Henry.”
That had Modess’ eyes thinning to cruel slits. “Henry?”
Hillary was shaking her head, her hands lifting to his biceps and it was then he realized that his hold on her tightened, his body pressed more firmly between her legs.
“Don’t,” she breathed. “Don’t make it sound like there’s something between me and Henry. You did that once before and wouldn’t let me defend myself. There’s nothing happening between us. You think if there was, he’d torture me? I don’t like him and he doesn’t like me. Obviously.”
“He been fucking with you?”
“I don’t know. He said you wanted no bed in here. Then you approached me that day and warned me to stay away from him. I don’t know what he said to you, but I haven’t done anything to Henry except avoid him like the plague. He hurt Simone and I dislike him for it. He and I are not friends or anything else.” She looked pointedly down at his arms around her, “Now, if you don’t mind.”
Easing back a fraction, he watched as Hillary tried adjusting in his hold and then it hit him. The scent of her arousal perfumed the air and he had to lean more heavily into her because his damn knees nearly buckled.
; Eyes locked on hers, he saw when Hillary blushed hard and turned her head to the side to hide it. The action only served to expose the satiny column of her throat and his eyes dipped to it. It was typically a show of submission, a sign that one recognized the superior animal, but right now it looked like an offer. It, coupled with her scent, had Modess falling silent as he warred with his inner wolf. The fucker wanted to sink its teeth into Hillary’s shoulder and sink his dick into what he knew would be her tight, wet, pussy, but she’d already told him no once. It took every ounce of his strength to step back and slowly lower Hillary to her feet.
“Pack your shit. You’re coming to stay in the main house.” Turning, he made for the door but tossed over his shoulder, “It’s not a request, Cupcake. Don’t make me come find you.”
Chapter 15
Hillary packed her things slowly, trying to figure out how to get out of staying up in the large house with Modess. She’d considered finding Wanda to see if she could crash at her and Christian’s place, but her mind went back to Modess’ words. “It’s not a request, Cupcake. Don’t make me come find you.” That cocky, arrogant, sexy, yummy motherf…
“Uhhhh!” She chucked one of her shirts across the room. It floated lazily to the floor as if mocking her frustration, and she was frustrated. Emotionally, physically, sexually! She knew that staying in the same house with Modess was a bad idea. Hell, every time her inner wolf caught sight or scent of the Alpha, she started emitting pheromones. Worse, she knew her scent was no longer going unnoticed if the way everyone around her smirked knowingly was anything to go by.
Stomping over to her shirt, she snatched it off the floor and fisted it into a ball before crossing to the chair where her suitcase rested and shoving it inside. Her hand stilled inside the suitcase as she blinked unseeing at its contents. She and Modess were going to sleep together if she did this, she just knew it. And while excitement warred with nervousness, she knew she needed to make an appeal to him for different sleeping arrangements. Hell, she hadn’t come to Blood Lust to be the Alphas joy toy, but fuck just the idea of being under him as his powerful body took hers had her knees trembling. Bad! This is going to be so bad!