Sold to the Alpha

by Cara Wylde

  The tantalizing way her toes rubbed against his jaw and ear sent jolts of sinful pleasure right to his cock. His balls tightened, and he knew he couldn’t take the tension for much longer. He turned his head, and licked her foot from where her toes joined to the thin strap of the sandal just above her ankle. She moaned, and he took it as an encouragement. He grabbed her foot with his left hand, and guided the heel to his lips. He took the pointy tip between his teeth and swirled his tongue around it, enjoying the way her pretty blue eyes widened with surprise and arousal.

  She had never thought that seeing Max licking her high heels would make her so hot and wet. She knew he was crazy about her wearing high heels, but making him lick them had been a shot in the dark. An experiment she had hoped he’d go along with. She bit her lip when he let go of the heel to trace the sole with the tip of his tongue and reach her toes. He bit lightly on her big toe, and his fingers fumbled with the strap around her ankle to unlock it. She let him do what he wanted and got ready to enjoy the show.

  Finally, he managed to take the shiny sandal off her foot, and he set it on the floor. His thumbs massaged her sole, and he took her toes into his mouth. She suppressed a giggle, then moaned, and he felt her body turn to jelly on the bed. He spent a couple of seconds on her foot, then moved on to the right one, getting rid of the sandal first. By the time he was done with both her feet and climbing up her legs to leave small kisses and licks on her calves and knees, Avelyn was already writhing and whispering his name. The roles had reversed. Now, he was the one who was dominating her, making her body sing to his tune. He reached her thighs and took his time to worship them. He spread her legs and kissed her swollen pussy through the lace panties, inhaling her divine scent and savoring the taste of her juices. He hooked one finger under the triangle covering her folds and pulled it away to one side, revealing the hard clit and the soaked pussy lips. His tongue darted to lick it clean, and Avelyn moaned and grabbed at the sheets.

  His tongue was torturing her. It dove between her folds, but always missed her painfully hard nub and her pulsing entrance. He was teasing her, as punishment for making him kneel and lick her heels. “Please…”

  “Please what?”

  “Stop playing around already.”

  “No, I’m rather enjoying this.” He captured one fold into his mouth and sucked on it lightly, then moved to the other one. She moved her hips, trying to thrust her clit into his mouth, but he kept her pinned to the mattress. She whined in frustration.

  A shiver ran up her spine when she heard the sound of ripped lace. His tongue dipped deep inside her, taking her by surprise. He lapped up her juices and tongue-fucked her pussy hard and fast, making her want something way bigger and harder inside her. He then moved up to her small, pink nub, and swirled the tip of his tongue around it until she was almost screaming and whispering his name between shallow breaths. The first orgasm shook her whole body. Her back arched off the bed, and her toes curled on the sheets. “Oh! Oh, yes, don’t stop!” She screamed, squeezing her thighs and trapping his head between them, his mouth pressed to her mound and his tongue still teasing her sensitive nub. She rode her orgasm, her pussy clenching and releasing more delicious juices that ran down his chin and soaked his beard.

  Max pulled away and wiped his chin with the back of his hand. He smiled up at her, loving the look of pure satisfaction on her face. “That was for ordering me around a couple of minutes ago.”

  She sat up, supporting her weight on her elbows. “Mmm… are you sure you’re done punishing me?”

  “No, not at all. Turn around.”

  She did as told, and turned on her belly. He grabbed her ass, and she lifted it up in the air, giving him the best view on her pussy and tight hole. She expected him to ram his cock inside her, so she yelped when she felt his tongue tracing soft, wet lines from her pussy to her asshole and all over the crack of her butt. She relaxed and allowed her mind to get lost in the intense sensation. She tensed again when she felt his tongue prodding her hole, unsure if she liked it or not. She had never done anal before, and he had never asked for it. However, if he wanted it, she would most certainly give in and try, although she wasn’t sure she’d like it.

  “Shh… relax, baby. I just want a taste.” He had felt her tense, and he massaged her buttocks with his strong hands while the tip of his tongue was teasing her ass and pushing inside gently, tentatively. Right now, there was nothing he wanted more than to fuck her pussy, but one day he’d definitely want to try her other tight hole, as well. He wanted to make her feel more and more comfortable with the idea.

  She relaxed and even thrust her butt into his face. He chuckled and pulled away, then stood up by the edge of the bed and guided his cock to the entrance of her throbbing pussy. He pushed inside slowly, loving the way her walls clenched around him. The position made it easy for him to bury his shaft to the hilt, his balls resting against her folds. She wiggled her butt, trying to adjust around the huge cock. It felt like it had just split her in two, and the head was dangerously close to her cervix.

  “Come on! What are you waiting for?” she asked. “Fuck that pussy. And don’t hold back, I can take it.”

  “You asked for it.”

  Max pulled out until only the tip was inside her, then pushed back in. Her body welcomed the intrusion and her hips moved to meet his thrust. He repeated the motion, thrusting harder, deeper, faster. Avelyn grabbed a pillow and sank her face in it in an attempt to muffle her screams. She didn’t want to alert the whole castle, although that was probably too late anyway. The slap of skin against skin became louder, filling the room. Her walls throbbed around his rock-hard cock, and she tried to squeeze her pussy muscles from time to time to make the experience better for him. He moaned and slapped her butt, a sign that he liked it. He was dangerously close, so his right hand reached around to massage her clit. His fingers worked fast around the swollen nub, while his hips slammed against her butt, making her knees slip imperceptibly on the sheets. He held her in place with his left hand, and Avelyn held onto the pillow for dear life, her teeth sinking into the soft material. A second orgasm took over her body and senses, wiping her mind clear of any coherent thoughts. She screamed his name into the pillow, and felt his hot seed fill her tight, abused canal. His cock twitched inside her, and he thrust a couple more times, riding his own orgasm, whispering her name huskily.

  They stayed like that for one long minute, her pussy milking the last drops of his cum. When he finally pulled out, she felt the hot liquid run down her thighs. She collapsed on her belly, with her face in the pillow and her arms stretched above her head. He fell on his back next to her, their bodies touching at the hips, his left arm resting lazily on her lower back.

  “Wow!” she said. “Well, now I’m tired.”

  He laughed and turned on his side to admire her lazy body spread carelessly on the sheets. “With the risk of repeating myself, you asked for it.”

  She lifted her head and grinned at him. “Just let me rest for a while, then I’ll start asking again.”

  He pushed the red curls away from her face and kissed her forehead. She leaned into his touch, eyes closed, humming deep in her throat, like a kitten that enjoyed the attention. He caressed her for a while, slowly, languidly, loving the feel of her flushed skin against his fingertips.

  “I need to tell you something,” he said.

  She snapped her eyes open. “I know. You’ve got some bad news, don’t you?”

  “How did you know?”

  “You had that look on your face when you came in.”

  He smiled at the thought that she had begun to know him so well. He told her about the conversation he had had with Kevin and Ryan, and the plan they had set into motion. She listened silently, weighting his every word and decision. He could see it in her eyes, and he realized how good it made him feel. It was like it took a weight off his shoulders; the thought that if she found something wrong with his plan, she would let him know and they would fix it together.r />
  “I guess there’s nothing much you can do right now,” she said after he finished. “We’ll just wait and see what Caleb and Daniel discover, and hope it will give us some clues about her whereabouts.”

  He nodded and looked deep into her eyes. She moved her arms under her chest and pushed her body up, preparing to get off the bed and take a shower. “Wait,” he said. “There’s something else I need to tell you.”

  “What?” Her eyes showed concern.

  After a second of hesitation he continued. “This time it’s good news.”

  “Oh…” She let herself fall back on the crumpled sheets.

  “Dr. Stevens called to tell me there might be… something we can do to stop your transformation process.”

  Avelyn’s eyes went wide with surprise and curiosity. She was at a loss for words. On one hand, she wanted him to continue, but on the other hand, she could hardly believe there was really something to be done, and she didn’t want to go through the pain of hoping she could save her baby only to have that hope shattered to pieces in a couple of weeks.

  “I know what you’re thinking because I’ve thought the same things all day. He called in the morning, and I’ve racked my brain ever since, one minute jumping in excitement and relief at the idea that we might have a chance to make things right, the next minute falling into despair that it might be nothing more than false hope. I almost didn’t tell you. I… I didn’t want you to…”

  Avelyn touched his lips, silencing him. “Shh… I’m glad you’ve changed your mind. Even if it’s false hope, we’re in this together. Tell me everything the doctor told you.”

  Max smiled and released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “He said there might be a cure for the werewolf venom. There is a pharmaceutical company that has been working illegally on it in its laboratories, and the doctor said the scientists and specialists have recently made a breakthrough.”

  “That’s fantastic!” Avelyn sat up in bed. “That is amazing news! So what if it’s illegal? We only need a small dose, right?”

  “Yeah… you see, that’s not all.” He couldn’t hide the sadness in his eyes. “The company is owned by none other than Councilor Arthur Harington.”

  Avelyn’s shoulders dropped in defeat. “Shit.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  The Cure

  Max dialed the number and put the phone on speaker. He was in his chair behind the desk, cradling Avelyn’s feet in his lap. She had cleared the papers on half of the mahogany desk to perch her generous, sexy butt on it, and now she was leaning over the phone, every ring raising goosebumps on her skin.

  “Alma Venus Boarding School. This is Patricia Jones, how may I help you?”

  The secretary’s familiar voice made her heart jump. She knew her emotions would run wild, but she didn’t expect to react so strongly to the woman’s nasal tone. After all, it was only Mrs. Jones, and she had never particularly liked her.

  “Hello. Maxwell Blackmane. I was wondering if I could talk to Miss Delacroix.”

  A small pause. “Oh, hello Mr. Blackmane. Such a pleasure to hear you. Sure, I’ll transfer you in a minute.”

  There was a soft click, and Avelyn took a deep breath, preparing herself for Monique Delacroix’s calm, calculated voice. She threw Max a quick glance and a tentative smile, and he squeezed her ankles, a weird gesture of reassurance. “It’s gonna be fine,” he mouthed.

  “Mr. Blackmane, hello! How are you?” The woman’s voice sounded a bit worried. Avelyn bit her lip.

  “I’m fine, thank you.”

  “To what do I owe this pleasure? Is everything all right with… Miss Avelyn?”

  “Miss?” mouthed Avelyn, struggling to suppress a chuckle. The headmistress had never been so respectful towards her. Max put his finger to his lips, motioning for her to be quiet.

  “Everything is fine.”

  They could almost see the woman’s shoulders relax.

  “I’m glad to hear that. Then, what can I do for you?”

  “Miss Delacroix, the truth is that I don’t exactly know how to put this, how to explain the situation to you… so I’m just going to go right ahead and tell you why I called. I need… we need, Avelyn and I, to ask you a favor.”

  “I’m listening…”

  “Do you think there’s any chance for you to allow Delyse to get in touch with Avelyn? That is, of course, if Delyse is still at Alma Venus.”

  “Absolutely not.” The headmistress didn’t even take a second to think of it. Her answer was clear and it sounded definite.

  “I’m sorry, but I will need you to reconsider this decision. You see, I find myself in a very difficult situation, and I wouldn’t ask this of you if I weren’t pressured by the circumstances. Miss Delacroix, it is very, very important to me that Avelyn and Delyse get in touch. A short phone call is all I’m asking for.”

  “Mr. Blackmane, there is no precedent to this. You know the policy very well. It’s the same for all boarding schools. The students are not allowed to communicate with anyone outside of school, and the brides who have been chosen and bought must move on and forget about their old friends. Of course, we can’t do anything to prevent the girls from meeting later in life if destiny brings them together at a meeting, a cocktail, or in any other circumstances, but as long as a girl is in our possession, she must abide by these rules.”

  Avelyn changed her position, her feet leaving Max’s lap. He touched her knee, hoping she’d understand that it wasn’t over, that he’d do anything to get the headmistress to change her mind. The other night, his bride had come up with the most brilliant idea ever. When he had told her that he spent all day trying to reach Councilor Harington, she had smacked him over the head and told him she was glad the guy was an asshole and avoided his calls. He would have put the entire clan in danger. She didn’t know Delyse’s father, but she was sure he hadn’t become Councilor for nothing. He would have surely asked Max to explain why he needed such a cure, and no matter how hard Max would have tried to hide the truth from him, he would have figured out something was not right. If they wanted to get to that cure, or at least find out if it existed, then they had to take a different route, and that route was, as Avelyn had plainly set it out for him: Miss Delacroix - Delyse - Delyse’s brother.

  “I know the policy all too well,” said Max. “But, please hear me out.” He had no intention of telling her the whole story, but he had to tell her part of it. “Avelyn… has had a terrible accident.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that. Is she all right?” Miss Delacroix sounded genuinely concerned, which made Avelyn’s ears perk up with hope and curiosity.

  “For now. I’m sure you know Delyse is her best friend. She just needs to speak to her before things get… more complicated.”

  The woman hesitated for a second, then cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, but I can’t do that. Don’t get me wrong, I care about Avelyn just as much as I care about all the girls at Alma Venus. I consider them my daughters, Mr. Blackmane, but rules are rules. As much as it pains me to say this, if, God forbid, she were on her death bed, and I still couldn’t…”

  “What if I told you Delyse was her only chance?”

  Max was raising the stakes, and Miss Delacroix made a longer pause before speaking again. They could hear her breathe softly, evenly into the receiver.

  “Tell me what’s happened.”

  “I can’t…” It was Max’s turn to hesitate.

  “Mr. Blackmane, let’s be honest here. What you’re asking of me is not simple and without consequences. It is a huge favor I have never done for anyone before. You can’t ask for something so important and not tell me why. If you want me to reconsider my position, you’ll have to tell me the truth.”

  Max was silent for a moment, enough for Avelyn to weigh the possibilities and make up her mind.

  “I was bitten.”

  A sharp intake of air. “Avelyn?”

  “I was accidentally bitten. The details don’t matter. Delyse still keeps
in touch with her brother, James, and she’s the only one who can help me obtain a vaccine that only Harington Pharmaceuticals manufactures. Miss Delacroix, you said you care about all your students and ex-students, that you consider us your daughters. Please, I’m counting on you.”

  The headmistress swallowed heavily, and they heard her stand up and push her office chair away.

  “Oh, by the way,” continued Avelyn, “you’re on speaker.”

  “I figured that much, young lady.” Miss Delacroix ended her sentence abruptly, probably realizing she couldn’t call Avelyn “young lady” anymore. It wasn’t appropriate for her position as an Alpha wolf’s bride. “Do you even understand the immensity of what you’re telling me? Bitten? Harington Pharmaceuticals working on a vaccine when we all know that’s…”

  “Illegal, yes. Now you know why we can’t simply go to the Councilor and ask him for help. Delyse may be my only chance. Please, if you do care about me, let me talk to her. One phone call. It might not get me anywhere, but I have to try.”

  “Avelyn, now more than ever, I can’t. It would make me an accomplice to whatever you’ve gotten yourself into. Helping you could mean putting the reputation of Alma Venus in danger and ruining the future of our shifter-brides.”

  It made sense, and Avelyn knew it. However, she had come this far, she had no intention of giving up so easily. “I’m pregnant. I found out four days ago, and you know what else I found out? That I’d lose the baby if I turn on the next full moon.”