Sold to the Alpha

by Cara Wylde

  With each passing minute, Avelyn became more and more daring. She took the head between her lips and sucked lightly on it, drinking the pre-cum and licking the flushed, sensitive skin clean. Then, she tried taking in more of the gorgeous cock, but had to stop before covering half of its length. Max was moaning above her and encouraging her with a whispered “yes” from time to time. When he placed his hand on the back of her head and caressed her gently, she felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine, making her walls clench with the need to be filled. Either in her pussy, or in her mouth. At that moment, she wouldn’t have minded both, which made a fleeting thought cross her mind: “God, I had no idea I had this in me.” “This”. What did “this” mean? The capacity to become so horny? The wild desire to have sex? To be fucked long and right? She was almost 25 years old and still a virgin because Alma Venus made sure the students had no chances of losing that before they were bought by their future husbands. She had only kissed the young gardener two or three times, and let him slip his calloused hands under her blouse. That could hardly count as sexual experience. So, no, she had had no idea she had it in her. The ability to lose herself in the pleasure of exploring, feeling, and tasting a man’s body.

  Max was close. He had been so painfully aroused from the moment he first lay eyes on her, that it only took a few minutes of stroking and sucking to get him unbearably close to the edge. But he wasn’t sure Avelyn was ready to swallow what he had to give. He pushed her gently and grabbed the base of his cock with his right hand.

  “Mmm… you’re so wonderful. You’ve almost sent me over the edge.”

  Avelyn looked up at him with those huge, blue eyes. She didn’t understand what he was trying to do. Why did he stop her?

  “Come here,” he said, taking her hand and helping her up. “Lie on your back.”

  “What? Why?” She was a bit afraid that he had changed his mind and had actually decided to fuck her. Her tight, wet pussy said “yes”, but her brain still needed time to process the implications of such an act.

  “Shhh… don’t be scared. I know it’s your first time and I’m not rushing you. We don’t have to go all the way. Not yet. I’ll wait.”

  “Then, how…?”

  “Lie back.” He propped a pillow behind her, and climbed up her body, still kneeling, his strong legs brushing her sides. From this new position, he towered over her, his cock right above her breasts. If she leaned in, Avelyn could capture the tip in her mouth. “I’m going to put my cock between your tits and fuck them until I come. How’s that?”

  “Okay…” She was a bit reluctant, but also curious and excited about the idea. Sure, she had read a couple of romance novels while at Alma Venus, but the sexy bits had always been more on the sweet, vanilla side. This was all new to her. Her jumper was now in the way, so she grabbed it herself and pulled it over her head, making more of a mess of her fluffy hair.

  “You don’t have to do anything. Maybe just hold your tits like that with your hands.”

  He showed her how, and she did what he told her.

  “Yes, like that. Now sit back and enjoy.”

  His cock fit perfectly between her full breasts, and as Max started moving his hips, Avelyn didn’t know where to look. Her eyes drank in the sight of his strong chest and his perfectly-defined abs contracting with every thrust. Because she was holding her boobs for him, his hands were free to squeeze them here and there. His thumbs found her hard nipples and started drawing circles around them, flicking them, and pressing gently, making her push her chest forward into his skilled palms. The way his cock moved up and down between her breasts fascinated her. It all made her feel like a sinful, naughty girl who had tasted the forbidden fruit and, now, nothing else could bring her satisfaction. She watched the engorged head disappear between her breasts only to re-emerge bigger and redder, and wondered if she was going to like the taste of his cum, because from that position it was quite clear that he was going to shoot all over her face and chest. She bit her lower lip in anticipation.

  Max’s thrusts became erratic, and Avelyn could see the muscles in his abdomen and thighs tightening. He was moaning loudly now, and his thumbs were pressing harder on her nipples. The first stream of cum barely missed her chin, so she leaned in, mouth open wide, eager to have a taste. Seeing her like that, Max whispered her name in his deep, husky voice. He shot the white liquid right on her tongue, coating her lips and cheeks. She even had some on her pretty nose, and her neck and breasts were bathed in it. He thrust a few more times, and when he stopped, Avelyn leaned all the way in and cleaned the tip of his cock with her naughty tongue. He let go of her breasts and thread his fingers through her disheveled hair, slowly massaging her scalp. He was rewarded with a low moan that wasn’t very far from a purr.

  “Wow! That was… unexpected,” he said smiling.

  She finished licking him and raised her eyes to meet his. Her smile was playful and mischievous.

  “I hope I wasn’t that bad.”

  “Are you kidding me? That was the best sex I’ve ever had, and we didn’t even do much.”

  Max removed his softening cock from between her breasts and lay down beside her, exhausted. He turned on his side and embraced her, hiding his face under her right breast, nuzzling it playfully. He couldn’t have enough of that soft, generous body, but neither of her bright, blue eyes. He lifted his head to look at her, and was entranced by how her flushed cheeks made her eyes stand out even more. He moved up to her level and captured her plump lips with his, tasting himself on her tongue.

  After long minutes, they broke the kiss, and Avelyn was once again surprised at the tenderness she saw in his eyes. Still, she had come down from her height, and the rational part of her brain started driving the sex-induced fog away.

  “At least now you know I was worth the money.”

  “Don’t go there.”

  Avelyn saw the immediate change on his face. His eyes hardened and his brows furrowed slightly. “Ah,” she thought. “That didn’t last long.”

  “Why not?” she said out loud. “It’s the truth.”

  “No, it isn’t. I didn’t buy you for… sex. A shifter-bride is not a sex slave, you know that.”

  “The fact that no one uses that term to describe us doesn’t make it less true.”

  Max pushed himself away from her and gave a deep, exasperated sigh. The Avelyn he knew was back.

  “Please, let’s not ruin this moment.”

  His voice was almost pleading, and Avelyn wanted to comply and take back her words. She had enjoyed everything that had happened between them since the moment they woke up, but that didn’t change the fact that she was still trapped in this room and she still had to face the reality in which he had thrust her against her will. Yes, sex was nice, and she now knew that Max could treat her right if he was in a good mood. However, none of this made her less of a prisoner. Coming here hadn’t been her choice. Being with him hadn’t been her choice. The fact that she enjoyed some of it didn’t make it all better.

  “Okay,” she said, but she couldn’t and wouldn’t disguise the sadness in her voice.

  There was a moment of silence, then Max squeezed her hand, and raised it to his lips to kiss it.

  “Come on, let’s take a hot shower.”

  “You go first.”

  “That was not…”

  “Please, just go first. I need some time.”

  He wanted to protest again, but it wouldn’t have done any good. The magic was broken. He got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

  Avelyn wrapped herself in the thin sheet that had been covering the mattress but was now wrinkled and messed. Her gaze locked on the tall windows, and the desire to go out in the sun and enjoy the fresh morning air sent a pang through her chest. After a couple of minutes, she sighed, turned to look around the room, then at the closed bathroom door. She thought of the power she had had over Max during their passionate game, and an idea took shape in her mind. “If I play my cards right, he’l
l let me out of the room in no time.” She straightened her back and smiled with new-found determination. “The Schloss is huge and I’m sure his lackeys can’t possibly guard every door and crevice. Yes, Mr. Blackmane, my dear husband, every cage has its weakness.”

  END OF BOOK ONE

  CHAPTER ONE

  Too Close

  Avelyn was pacing the room, stopping in front of the window once in a while to watch the activity in the courtyard. She could see the old gardener tending the flower beds and a young she-wolf reading under a beech tree. She could barely see her small frame hunched over the book when the wind blew harder and ruffled the branches. Avelyn’s own book had been abandoned on the bed half an hour ago, as she couldn’t concentrate on the story. It wasn’t the author’s fault, obviously, especially since she loved Umberto Eco, but it was the fact that too many things were going through her mind. She watched as a huge, gray werewolf crossed the courtyard, went through the tall gates, and disappeared in the deep, lush forest. She sighed in frustration. “I’m going insane.” After one week of being locked in the bedroom, Avelyn was slowly descending into despair and depression. She needed to go out, feel the cold wind through her hair, smell the flowers, and take a long walk to clear her head and get the much needed exercise her body was craving for. She was starting to feel claustrophobic.

  Each time these feelings of anger and frustration overwhelmed her, and each time her moments of depression threatened to turn her into a crying mess, Avelyn tried to distract herself with reading, or with one of her hobbies. Often, she grabbed her smartphone and called Christine, who came up and spent a couple of hours talking with her or simply watching TV. The only two numbers she had on her phone were Christine’s and Max’s. She never called Max. However, today she didn’t feel like doing any of this. In two hours, Christine would bring her lunch, and Avelyn had to be ready to talk to her about the thing that had kept her awake last night. “Will she understand? Will she help me?” She watched the gray wolf appear and disappear between the pine trees until she couldn’t see him anymore, then she walked away from the window. She couldn’t stand seeing how everyone in the castle was free to go out and do whatever they liked while she was stuck in this huge, luxurious room she had come to hate.

  Avelyn went to her desk and sat down in the leather chair. She spun a couple of times, enjoying the way the room flashed before her eyes in a blur of colors and light. She stopped, closed her eyes to chase away the dizziness, and turned her laptop on. Waiting for it to flash to life, she remembered how surprised she had been when Max had told her that everything in the room was hers, including the shiny black laptop on the desk and the smartphone beside it. Avelyn had thought that locking her in the room came with isolating her completely from the outside world. Max had laughed and told her that was nonsense. He was aware that she’d get bored very soon, so she at least needed access to the Internet.

  Avelyn checked her favorite websites, but closed the browser after five minutes. In the past seven days, she had read dozens of articles and news about what was happening out there, in the world. For the first time, she realized she truly had access to what the Internet had to offer: real information that was not being filtered by Alma Venus. Sure, at the boarding school the girls could go online, but everything they did was closely monitored. Alma Venus used its own inside network that only allowed students to access certain websites. Finally, Avelyn was free to do some proper research on the war between humans and shifters, on the current state of affairs, and, sadly, also on what happened to the brides who were kicked out of boarding schools. She had read so much these past days that her brain was swimming in new information it needed to process. Right now, however, she didn’t feel like reading the news, or going through all the links she had saved for future reference. She left the desk and started pacing the room again.

  “What if she tells Max? Then, I’d be in deep trouble.” She would have thought out loud because talking to herself had always helped her make decisions easier, but she never knew who could be somewhere close, out on the corridor, minding their own business. When you lived in a castle full of werewolves, you couldn’t afford to think out loud. Their keen hearing could catch any whisper if they happened to be close enough. Avelyn threw a bored glance at the colored paper scattered on the glass table and the sofa. She hadn’t felt like continuing her origami project since yesterday. Max had been quite enthusiastic about it.

  “What are you doing with all this paper?” he had asked.

  “An origami swan.”

  “Really? That’s fantastic! You have the most interesting hobbies I’ve ever heard of.” He had squeezed her into his strong arms to show her how pleased he was that she had found a new activity with which to occupy her time.

  All the pieces had been folded, but Avelyn didn’t feel like sitting down to assemble the paper model. She eyed the book on the bed. No, “The Prague Cemetery” wouldn’t do either. She went back to the window. “God, how I’d love to go outside.” It was a beautiful day, and the sun was slowly rising higher above the trees. Through the open window, she could smell the pines, and each time the wind blew a bit harder, her nostrils were invaded by the fresh, earthy scent of the forest. If the circumstances had been different, she would have loved it here. She looked at the clock on the wall and sighed when she saw it was only 10 AM. She was growing impatient and more nervous with each passing minute. She knew she could call Christine and ask her to come up earlier to spend some time with her before lunch, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. “No, not yet. I haven’t decided exactly how to tell her.” So, why was she feeling so impatient if she knew she wouldn’t call Christine earlier anyway? Could it be because Max had told her before he left that he wouldn’t be able to have lunch with her today? Avelyn slapped her forehead in frustration. “That’s stupid.” Missing him? Yes, that was, indeed, the stupidest explanation she could have come up with.

  After her first night at the Schloss and their first morning together, Max had had breakfast, lunch, and dinner with her every day. Their first breakfast had been rather awkward and uncomfortable, with Avelyn keeping her eyes down on her plate, too embarrassed to look at Max from across the table. Each time her eyes locked on his eyes or his lips, images of his face being buried between her legs flooded her mind and made her cheeks grow hot. She needed time to get used to the idea that they had had sex that morning. However, the most difficult part was to accept that she had liked it and that her body couldn’t wait for their next passionate encounter. Then, things had started to get better. By lunch that day, Avelyn had made the last touches to her plan of seducing Max, which gave her hope and confidence. She had started flirting with him, and her smiles and sexy innuendos had made him so hot that he had been forced to endure a massive erection until late after dinner, when he could finally put his work aside and ravish his naughty bride.

  That was how all her days looked like. She’d have breakfast, lunch, and dinner with Max, take each opportunity she got to seduce him, and think about ways to please him in bed without going all the way. She had even resorted to watching porn clips online and reading about various positions and things they could do which did not involve penetration. She wanted to keep him interested. Interested, and horny, and mad about her. She needed to buy time because she had no intention of letting him take her virginity, which could eventually lead to pregnancy. Her plan had seemed quite clever and solid seven days ago, but Avelyn was beginning to understand it was not enough. No matter what she did, she seemed to be far from gaining his trust and convincing him to let her out of the room. A fleeting thought crossed her mind: “What if he’s doing it on purpose? What if he’s waiting for me to give in, thinking that if I carry his baby I won’t want to run away anymore?” As disturbing as that thought was, she had to admit it was sound. “Well, shit.” She cursed and turned away from the window. Suddenly, the cool air had made her feel cold, so she closed it and went back to her desk. “Why haven’t I thought about it before?”r />
  Instead of opening the browser, she stared at the screen until it went black. The time was ticking away, and Avelyn was growing even more nervous and irascible. “I have to ask her. I simply have to. Before it’s too late.” She covered her face with her palms, elbows propped firmly on the desk, her fingers massaging her temples. She had to find a way to voice her request without alarming Christine or determining her to go right to Max and tell on her. That was how the old woman found her later, when she brought her lunch.

  “Miss Avelyn, are you all right?” asked Christine, pushing her colored paper aside and setting the tray on the glass table.

  Avelyn turned around and smiled. “Oh, yes. I’m fine. Thank you.”

  “You don’t look like it.” Christine touched her forehead. “Well, you don’t have a fever. Have you slept well? Your eyes are red and you’re as pale as a zombie.”

  “Zombie?” Avelyn laughed, genuinely amused. “Christine, you’ve got the weirdest ideas.” She stood up and went to the sofa. She started arranging the pieces of paper, gathering the white and red triangles in a neat heap on a corner of the table. She sat down and lifted the lid off the huge plate. “Mmm…. Venison stew. My favorite! You must send Harold my compliments.”

  “I always do, child. The cook already loves you even though he has yet to meet you. He keeps asking me about you and begging me to bring you to the kitchen so he can interrogate you himself about the foods you like.”

  “I’d love to meet him,” said Avelyn, hope dancing in her eyes.

  “Soon.” Christine sat down on the bed and watched Avelyn as she ate.

  Avelyn chewed in silence for a few minutes, stealing glances at the old woman, wondering how she could start the conversation she had been dying to have with her.

  “So, what’s new out there?” That was definitely not what she wanted to ask, but it was a good enough introduction.