The Alpha's Challenge (The Wolfes Kinfoyle) [Siren Publishing Classic)

by Raven McAllan

  Jacob lifted his head. “One more reason it’s better to be naked.”

  She’d forgotten he said he’d read her mind.

  “This is another.”

  He grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist. The rough denim of his jeans chafed her sensitive skin for a moment and then it slid away from her. His cock probed her pussy mouth for a brief second, before Jacob grunted and thrust hard and fast and oh so deep into her.

  “Got to do it now, Ari. Are you sure? Fuck it, it’s ‘make up your mind’ time.” He panted each word out in time to a thrust inside her. “I come in you after we’ve exchanged blood and we’re mated forever. Your choice, but make it now. Now…”

  “Oh ye… Argh…” Words failed her and the mind went blank.

  “Tell me. Say it. ‘Jacob, I’m yours.’” He stopped moving and his dark eyes seemed to bore into her soul. “Up to you, Ari. Will you be mine for ever?”

  She stared at him. Her mouth felt as if it was full of cotton wool, and she couldn’t form any words. Could he not sense what she would say?

  “No.” His voice was strained. The veins on his neck stood out with the effort to hold her in place without moving inside her. “You have to speak them, and fuck it, I either have to come in you or withdraw damned fast. I’m on a knife edge, Ari. A fucking hot sharp knife edge. Have I stabbed myself in the cock, or are we as one?”

  Chapter Nine

  Jacob counted backwards from one hundred. Fuck it, she had to agree. He’d fall apart if she didn’t. He’d got to sixty-nine when she smiled and dipped her head.

  A good omen? He hoped so. Sweat dripped down his spine and his arms shook as she lifted her head once more to stare at him.

  “Yes please, Sir. Jacob, I'm yours.”

  Thank fuck for that.

  “Then, you’re mine.” He thrust hard and fast and fastened his mouth on her as-yet-unbloodied side of her neck. As his cum gathered and filled her, Jacob bit down hard. He followed that bite with another to her other breast and three on her neck, finishing with one in the tiny hollow beneath her chin. His marks would be there now, for any shifter to see. Marks of possession. Marks of a leader’s mate.

  Ari screamed and jerked as her blood spurted and her climax shook her. Her pussy muscles contracted so tightly he was hard-pressed to move inside her and let her milk every drop of cum in him. Or was that now in her? Whatever. Jacob continued to thrust until he had no energy left and Ari stopped shaking and clung to him limply. Her legs slid down his hips and he let them.

  His cock slipped out of her cunt with a gentle plop and she drooped over him like a wilted flower. Her tits grazed his skin, and she winced.

  “God almighty, I’m fucked,” she said faintly.

  He kissed her ear and kicked his jeans off his ankles. “That you are, pet. That you are. Fucked and a first-stage shifter. My fucked first-stage shifter. My mate. And you’re dripping blood all over the parquet. Let me lick you to healed.”

  “Eh?” She looked down at the trickle of blood that coated her boobs and neck before it collected into drips and fell to the floor. “Ah, well I go faint at the sight of blood.”

  “Not now you don’t. That’s ours, our life together.” He took hold of her hair and tugged hard. “Go down on your knees, pet. Willingly and not due to lack of oxygen or feeling you’re going to pass out. Kneel for me, pet.”

  She looked up at him, her eyes clear and trusting. If he wasn’t so knackered he’d be ready to fuck her all over again without giving her time to pause for breath. He cautioned himself to wait. As a wolf shifter it wouldn’t take him long to recover his energy. They’d got this far, and he exulted. How he looked forward to the next stages.

  “You’re mine now, pet, and won’t faint or even go woozy when you see blood. Because when I bite you’ll be trying so bloody—pun intended—hard not to come until I permit it, the thought of hating blood will be right out of your mind. You’re going to crave it, pet. Beg for me to bite you or let you bite me. Crawl on your knees for it. Not feel succoured until we’ve had our fill.”

  “I am?”

  He stared at her, all-out Dom once more. She blushed. “Ah, sorry, Sir. I’m not doubting your word.” She slid to her knees and put her hands on her thighs.

  “Are you not?” he asked in a voice even he realised was over-the-top threatening. “What are you doing then?”

  “Submitting to you willingly and having a hard time believing that a lifetime of hating the sight of blood can change to a future of craving it. And that you’re a wolf, not a vampire.” She giggled. “Are you sure you’re not a hybrid, Sir?”

  “Oh, there’s no vampires in my family tree, I promise,” Jacob said. He noted his cock was half perked up already and waving in Ari’s direction as if to say, “oh, look at me.” “Just a rather individualistic pack of wolves, which you are well on your way to becoming one of. Do you believe me, pet?”

  “Oh I do believe you, Sir, and I’m looking forward to seeing it. Because I’ll admit, the taste of you is an addiction I could soon have. In fact…” She looked at his now three-quarters-perked-up cock and then at his face speculatively. “Is it true you have a much quicker recovery time than humans?”

  Jacob roared with laughter. The roar turned to a howl.

  Oh you better believe it.

  Ari blinked. “I understood you. You howled and it formed words in my mind.” Her grin nigh on split her face. “I understood you.” She grabbed the nearest part of him—his knee—and kissed it. “I understoooooood.” She sang the words.

  “So what am I thinking you’re going to do now, pet?”

  “Eat you, Sir?” She bent her head towards his cock.

  Jacob didn’t let go of her hair and knew the pull would be one short tug away from full-on pain. “Good girl. Yes, my pet. Take my cock into your mouth and see if you can refresh me even more.” He let go of her tresses for a second, just long enough to put her hands on his knees and then took hold of her short honey-coloured hair in his fists again. “Eat me. Take me deep and swallow my cum, pet. It won’t be a lot this time but it will be drawn from me by you, and strengthen us.”

  Ari didn’t waste any time before she sucked the bulbous tip of his prick and laved it with her tongue. Then nibble by tiny nibble she tugged it further and his pre-cum began to gather. She moaned around his hard length and the reverberations slid over him and inside him. He’d noticed before how she affected him in that way, and knew it increased his need to spill. The tugs increased and she grazed him with her teeth, softly and then harder, until Jacob knew he couldn’t hold back. He grabbed her head and pushed it into his groin, not caring how much of him she’d have to swallow. Fuck it, she was half a shifter, and her throat would align perfectly to let him inside her to his balls.

  She did and fastened her mouth around him so tightly he had to fight to move. His cock swelled.

  “Drink me, pet. Now I’m all yours.” He shouted the words, howled his completion and fucked her mouth as hard and fast as he could. He grabbed her tits, squeezed them tightly. “Shit yes, so fucking good. Bite my cock, pet. Bloody me, swallow my blood and cum.”

  He felt the bite as if he’d been stung by a swarm of bees. Angry bees. Ari gave no quarter. He was only glad as a wolf shifter he knew she couldn’t do a “Bobbitt” and bite his dick in half. “Fuck me, you’re mine.” His blood sang with the elation he experienced, and he tugged her head up so he could look into her eyes.

  It seemed she was loath to let go of his now limper-than-a-deflated-condom cock, because she moved only enough to look at him without losing the connection completely.

  “Yes, Sir.” Again the words entered him.

  “My turn.” He pried her mouth open and she let his cock drop. It sagged against him, and Jacob knew how it felt.

  He really needed to stop giving it a mind of its own, but hey ho, sometimes he swore it did have.

  Jacob indicated she should stand by the simple method of tugging on her boobs. She got
up and swayed. Her face was grey, and her eyes misty. He experienced a tang of remorse. He’d pushed his pet hard, much harder than he’d thought it possible. Now she needed rest, not more of the same.

  “Later. Let’s eat.”

  Ari pouted. “That’s so not fair, Sir. I want to feel your mouth on me. I want you to make me come. I want…” She swallowed and he noticed the remains of his cum around her lips and on her chin. “I want to please my Sir and give him everything.” Her eyes widened. “Grief, how I’ve changed, eh? All true though.”

  “Who am I to refuse my pet such a sweet request?” Jacob lifted her into his arms and hurried to his conventional bedroom. Time enough for more kink later. Now he was going to eat out his pretty little subbie and give her the release she deserved. He put her down on the bed as if she were fine china on a wooden surface, and spread her legs wide so he could kneel between them. Her wet and glistening pussy lips were open to his gaze… and his mouth.

  Carefully Jacob put one of her legs over each shoulder, stuck his hands under her ass to angle her as he wanted and bent his head. Of course he had to dip his pinkie inside her ass, just a little. He wouldn’t take her lube-less, not yet.

  He’d no sooner sucked on her clit and then thrust his tongue into her channel than she bucked high, pushed her clit against him and silently begged for more. The high-keening noise she made was music to his ears. Even so, soon, it was more howl than human. He lifted his mouth briefly, just long enough to command her to “come now,” before he bit her clit and fucked her with his tongue once more.

  She screamed and shuddered, and her juices gushed from her cunt into his mouth, on his face, and spilled onto the covers.

  Jacob held her steady whilst she jerked, juddered, and sobbed her release and aftershocks. Once she quietened a little, he lowered her legs and arranged them so they were cuddled in, and grabbed a bottle of water from the bedside table. “Here. Drink this, pet. You’ll need it.” He passed her the bottle and to his delight she drank deeply.

  “Now you, Sir.’

  He waved another bottle in the air to show her before he copied her example. “I am.”

  Ari sighed. “This is nice. I could so get used to cuddling in like this. And the way we mesh.” She looked up at him with anxiety evident in her mind. “I am yours now? No one can split us in any way? It’s ‘till death do us part’?”

  “It is. Welcome to my world, pet.”

  Epilogue

  Two months later.

  The annual Kinfoyle pack New Year get-together.

  “Why does my sister look so haunted?” Jacob nodded in the direction of Jenissa, who stood alone, leaning on the wall, head tilted to one side as if she was listening to something. “What's she doing?”

  Ari glanced towards Jenissa and sighed. She didn't ever think she'd seen Jenissa look so down. Even her skin was dull, and her eyes had none of their usual fire and sparkle. Her friend's pursuit of Rob was, according to Jenissa, about as positive as a negative pregnancy test.

  “It's what she's not doing that's confusing her,” Ari replied. “Sir, please don't ask me to explain. It's not my story to tell.”

  Jacob raised one eyebrow, and Ari experienced the telltale sign of arousal she always got when he did that subtle expression. She wriggled and Jacob laughed.

  “My poor pet, hold the thought until later. So, I guess you mean Rob is still holding out?”

  “Ah.” How does he know that?

  “I know everything that affects my pack, and my friends.”

  “Well,” Ari said cautiously. “I don't know it’s so much as holding out, as unaware. He's deep in the throes of editing and oblivious to everything except his own made up world as far as I can tell.”

  “You keep on believing that, pet, and let them sort their own problems out. No getting involved now.”

  Hmm, bugger.

  “Ari.” Jacob's tone was stern.

  Ari dipped her head. Of course she knew he was right, but oh how she'd like to give her brother a shove in the right direction. Or sabotage his damned laptop, just for a few days, so he emerged into the “real world” and saw what was staring him in the face. Jenissa, and her feelings for him. However, Jacob's word was law, and deep down she knew he was right.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Jacob kissed the nape of her neck and gave her the familiar and juice-stirring nip she'd come to love and expect.

  “That's my good little pet. Listen, they’re playing our tune.” Jacob pulled Ari up from her chair, where she’d flopped several minutes after an energetic and arm-pulling Dashing White Sergeant Scottish Country dance.

  “Eh?” Ari listened to the Latin-American tune and grimaced. How much did he know? “It’s a samba.”

  “Exactly. I like to think it was my offer to be your samba-dancing shifter that brought us together.” He swung her onto the dance floor and began to direct her in the erotic and sensual dance. “So,” he continued smoothly, as they changed direction and swayed in perfect time to the rhythm, “I know you said you’d got someone to buy the agency from you, and you were going to use your teaching degree as a shifter teacher for the pack, but who did you get to carry out the client's wish?”

  She bit her lip to stop the giggles escaping. Surely if she owned up here and now, she wouldn’t be punished until they got home?

  She should know better. He pinched her bum hard and swift and moved his fingers so swiftly that if she hadn’t felt the sting, she would have sworn it hadn’t happened.

  “Do you need punishing, Ari?”

  “Damn it, you read me,” Ari said indignantly. “I thought we agreed no reading unless we were shifted?”

  “Pet, I didn’t need to look. You did your ‘oh ho I’m in trouble’ lip-biting act. Fess up. What did you do? I hope you didn’t let the poor woman down?”

  “No, no,” she rushed to reassure him. “Not at all. In fact she’s achieving part of it now. The dancing with a shifter bit. Hopefully he’ll shift and fuck her later.”

  He stopped dancing in the middle of the floor. “Say that again.”

  “Will you, Sir? I’m your client and you are my samba-dancing shifter.”

  He roared with laughter, and kissed her nose. “So, who was challenging who here? You minx.”

  “I reckoned we challenged each other, Sir. So we both won, eh? And with respect, not a minx, Sir. Your pet, and I was desperate.”

  Jacob howled and several other dancers stopped and looked over at them. Without any preamble Jacob swung her over his shoulder and began to walk out of the room, smacking her luckily decently-covered ass with each step. Someone clapped and he bowed.

  “Excuse us, all, for a while. My pet needs a punishment and I’m hard and ready to give it to her. We’ll be back later… Maybe.”

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Well what can I say?

  I'm growing old disgracefully and loving it.

  My husband and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.

  Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.

  I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I'm often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I'm not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of.

  Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.

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