Alpha's Claim

by 10 Author Anthology

  “But you—you haven’t been with anyone.” Rory leaned closer and whispered. “You might not like it or him.” A shadow came and went in his eyes.

  “I don’t have to like it, Rory. I just have to do it.” And she would. It wasn’t that the thought of having sex with someone like Alpha Moyer didn’t frighten her wolf and her. It did. She just knew there was no way out. She accepted the inevitable. Her father had stolen from the man. She was his compensation. Brie had to honor that. It was how things worked among their species. She and Rory stood no chance against the man and his wolves. “I’m doing this, Rory. It just might be the thing that saves our lives.”

  Rory clearly doubted that sentiment, judging from the skeptical look on his face, but he didn’t get a chance to say anything. The door opened, and the alpha and Darien came back into the house.

  Body tense, heart in her throat, Brie’s gaze kept wanting to drift to Darien. He was imposing, like Moyer, but in a different way she couldn’t really explain. She didn’t like Moyer, and was scared of him, but Darien terrified her. The sound of his voice. It terrified her, and she didn’t even know why.

  “Good news, Rory. I accept your offer.”

  Shock reverberated through Brie, and she couldn’t stop the shocked cry that fell from her lips. What did that mean? Moyer was going to take Rory instead of her? Where did that leave Brie? Over the rush of blood in her ears, she heard Darien’s low curse.

  “A-are you serious?” Rory asked. “You’ll let Brie go, and take me instead?”

  “Oh, I’ll be taking you, Rory. Trust me on that.” Alpha Moyer grinned. “Darien.”

  Darien stepped forward and took Brie by the shoulder, lifting her out of Rory’s arms. Oh God. She couldn’t stand it. His hands on her were … distracting. Brie tried to twist away, but only served to get herself even closer to Darien’s chest, her face buried in his neck. She inhaled and whimpered. He smelled so good. Like pine cones, salty skin, and wild wolf. Her body spasmed before she could control it.

  “Where are you taking her?” Rory sounded so scared. She wanted to tell him she was okay, would be okay, but that wouldn’t be the truth, would it? She’d accepted being with the alpha when she had an idea of what her future might look like. Now, she had no clue. None.

  “She’s going with Darien. He’s the new head of the Huntley household. And he owns Brie now.”

  She screamed. In her head. Her body didn’t seem to want to cooperate. Her tongue felt heavy, frozen. She couldn’t go with Darien. She didn’t know why. Her wolf kept whining, her body heating up with each breath he took against her nape. She had to get away from him.

  “No.” Rory glared at the alpha. “You said—”

  “Said I’ll take you up on your offer, and I am.” The alpha snapped his fingers. “Get up.”

  Rory scrambled to his feet, hatred in his eyes. Brie’s body trembled. She was so afraid Rory would get himself hurt. All because of her. He thought her too weak to take care of herself. He fought for her, so strong and brave, and what was she? Sniffling like a kid.

  Darien turned her around, holding her against his chest with her back to him. She swallowed the cry in her throat and stayed stiff. She didn’t want Darien to decide she was too much trouble. She didn’t want to die. She wanted to live, and she wanted to get rid of Darien’s smell and his body heat invading her space and her mind. Through lowered lashes she watched the alpha touch the pad of a finger to the exposed skin of Rory’s neck.

  “Time for me to claim you, Rory. Mark you, so everyone will know you belong to me.” He nodded to where Darien held Brie. “My brother will do the same to your cousin, and then we’ll leave.” He bent and whispered in Rory’s ear, but Brie didn’t hear anything else after that.

  She’d been handed off yet again. This time she really wanted to scream no. She really wanted to run away. Darien would claim her as his. What did that mean? He was the alpha’s brother, but was he also an alpha? The power radiating off him said yes. What did that mean? She wanted answers. The words to demand those answers weighed heavy on her tongue, but she didn’t speak.

  She was exhausted, mentally. Everything happening so fast, her father’s death and now this. It drained her, and she went limp in Darien’s hold. His arms tightened around her. She felt him, his hard body and his disapproval. He didn’t like the situation either.

  The alpha yanked Rory close and buried his canines in his neck. Brie cried out at the sight.

  “No. Argh!” Darien chose that moment to claim her, too. His sharp canines sank into her shoulder. Brie’s body arched, tight as a bow. Fire raced through her, hardening her nipples, wetting her pussy. She moaned. She tried to struggle against that claiming hold, but couldn’t gather the strength.

  Darien growled, and the sound released the rigid grasp on Brie’s body. She climaxed hard, screaming, convulsing in Darien’s hold.

  ****

  Darien Moyer dragged his fingers through his hair with another curse. Two hours since his brother had left with the young wolf he’d claimed as his. Darien and the men who stayed behind with him had fixed the front door to the Huntley house and dealt with Joseph Huntley’s body. The two-story, three bedroom house was put back to rights, and the few men who made up his brand new pack were now lounging on the porch, drinking beers and hanging out.

  He remained inside the quiet house, listening for any sounds from Brie Huntley. She’d morphed into silence the instant Darien claimed her with the mating bite. Oh, he knew what she’d felt when he bit her and what she still felt. He experienced the same heat and blinding need to climb between her legs and rut until his brain exploded. He hadn’t signed up for claiming a mate when he’d accompanied his brother out here tonight.

  He didn’t need a mate. He didn’t feel the overwhelming urge to have pups anytime soon, but since Kellan wouldn’t be furthering their lineage, the task fell on him. He’d have to sate his and Brie’s bodies sooner or later, Darien knew that. Didn’t mean he had to like it. He didn’t fuck virgins. Brie Huntley was a definite virgin. He liked his pleasure wrapped in pain. He liked his sex rough, and his women bound, often on their knees.

  The innocence in Brie’s eyes, on her pretty face, let him know that shit was off the table. She wasn’t a tiny thing, Brie Huntley. She was a curvy little wolf, with large tits and thick hips and thighs. Her short hair, styled almost boy-like, was perfect for her heart-shaped face. Almond-colored eyes, a small nose, and full luscious lips called to him. If she’d been a more experienced woman, Darien wouldn’t be holding himself back right now, but she was. He didn’t fuck virgins, and he’d told his brother that.

  The whole starting a new pack thing was less worrisome. He’d never given it much thought, but apparently Kellan had. Darien loved his brother, but sometimes he hated how much Kellan knew him. He’d start a new pack, coexist with his brother. Maybe eventually he’d find a way to breed Brie, get some pups.

  She didn’t want to be anywhere near him though. He saw that. She was scared of him, and it seemed she feared him more than she did Kellan.

  He shifted to try to ease the ache in his cock. He’d been hard from the instant he’d bitten Brie, and he’d stay that way, until he took her.

  Shit. He squeezed his crotch, stifling a moan. Damn. Maybe he should find another female to relieve him. But where would that leave Brie? He’d carried her upstairs after Kellan and her cousin left, and deposited her in her bedroom.

  She hadn’t said a word then. Need and wild hunger had poured off her hot body, but she bit her bottom lip and didn’t flinch when he told her to stay there and don’t move. With the need to mate oozing out of her every pore, the other wolves might get ideas. Darien might not want to claim Brie, but no one else was going to touch her. She was his. The dark bite mark on her neck said so.

  So what am I going to do?

  He made his way up the stairs and into her bedroom. He found her sprawled out on the bed, jeans off and tangled around her ankles and her fingers buried inside her p
anties. Darien growled at the sight. Brie’s eyes flew open. She snatched her hand away.

  “No.” He barked the word as he stepped fully into the room. “Don’t stop, little girl.” He sat on the edge of the bed. This was good. She could fuck herself, and he would watch. That way he didn’t have to touch her. “Get those panties off.”

  Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her lips parted as she whimpered. “Please. I—”

  “Take the panties off.”

  She did with jerky movements until she lay there, her creamy smooth lower half bare, her top still covered with a white tank. The dark bush between her legs was trimmed short. He loved that. Loved that she wasn’t bare there.

  “Part your legs, Brie.” Fuck. Just words, but his cock throbbed and leaked pre-cum. Brie opened her legs slowly. Darien took a breath. She moved sensually against the sheets, but he’d wager a guess she wasn’t doing it on purpose.

  “Please.”

  Her eyes begged him, and he had to know. “Do you know what you’re begging for, Brie?” He leaned over her, inhaling the heat radiating off her skin. “You’re asking me to fuck you, raw and hard. Dig out that tight pussy, take your virginity.”

  She moaned, fisted the sheets. Darien slid his gaze down her body and stopped at her pussy, so slick and wet, her juices clinging to the insides of her thighs.

  “Put your fingers there, Brie.” He licked his lips. “Show me how you fuck yourself.”

  She did. With her eyes closed, she brought her hand down to her pussy and rubbed her clit with two fingers. Darien groaned. He stroked himself through his jeans, then unbuttoned it and pulled his cock, glad he’d decided for commando when he’d gotten dressed earlier.

  “Harder,” he said with gravel in his throat. “Rub that pretty clit harder for me.”

  Her movements sped up, and she widened her legs. Darien stroked himself faster, smearing the pre-cum all over his cock head, teasing the underside until his blood boiled. This wasn’t the first time sweet little Brie had touched herself. She knew her body, knew what worked for her, and she rubbed her clit, pinching the hardened, protruding nub until her body bowed. She did it all with her eyes closed, and Darien watched her. She sank her teeth in her bottom lip, nostrils flaring, sweat beading at her hairline, glistening on her upper lip and between her breasts as she circled her pink hole and dipped a finger in.

  Darien growled and pulled on his dick faster. Fuck. His balls ached. Brie opened her eyes. They were unfocused, clouded with confusion, need, and the mating heat.

  “Two fingers,” Darien said. “Feed two fingers into the wet pussy. Let me see it.”

  She held his gaze and did it. Oh fuck. He loved that helpless expression on her face, like she didn’t know why she was doing any of it. He didn’t want to break their stare off, but he wanted to see. He watched as she pressed two digits inside, just to the first knuckle, but God.

  “Come for me, Brie.” He knelt over her on the bed, wrist flying as he stroked his cock. Pleasure burned the base of his spine, curling his toes. “Do it now.”

  She obeyed him, climaxing all over her fingers with a low cry. She spasmed, and the scent of her orgasm hit his nose. Darien growled. Seed shot from him and onto her upper thighs and mound. His knees wobbled as he milked his cock, pouring every ounce of his cum on her.

  Brie’s body bowed, and she came again with a pain-tinged whimper.

  “Fucker.” Darien locked his knees to keep from toppling over. He stared down at the woman he’d claimed. The heat remained in her wet eyes. It wouldn’t go away, wouldn’t ease up, until he buried his cock deep inside her belly and bathed her womb with his seed.

  He wanted to, God knew he did, but didn’t want to touch her. Something told him he’d never be able to stop. Darien rolled off the bed and tucked himself back in before walking to the door. On the threshold he stopped and looked back. “Take a shower, lovely Brie. I’ll see you in the morning.” He ignored her sharp inhale, and his wolf’s demand that he go back to her, as he exited the bedroom. I’m so fucked.

  Chapter Three

  Sleep didn’t come. The heat burning her alive remained in place. Brie took two showers, hoping the cool water might calm her down, but after Darien Moyer’s visit, nothing helped. In fact, the hunger grew worse.

  The mating heat. She knew what it was. One bite and he destroyed her. She couldn’t think beyond the spasming in her core or the throbbing tug on her nipples. The sensitive feel of her skin. She couldn’t think. Only now, much later as sun peeked over the horizon and brightened her bedroom, did embarrassment make her bury her face in the pillow. She’d been touching herself, searching for a way to douse the rampant heat flowing in her veins when Darien came in.

  She’d wanted to stop, say no when he instructed her on what he’d wanted her to do, but God, her body wanted release more. The need to climax ruled everything, pushing embarrassment and self-consciousness to the background. She’d spread wide for him, opened her legs and allowed him a full on view of her body. And he’d come on her, the scalding heat of his seed sending her tripping back into yet another orgasm.

  The bite on her neck throbbed. She rolled over onto her back and rubbed it, moaning when her clit pulsed. It was insane, but God if she didn’t like it. Darien had walked away last night. She’d wanted him, she’d have welcomed him inside her body had he even tried, but he hadn’t even touched her last night.

  He didn’t want a mate. She got that from him loud and clear. So why bite her, why put them both in a situation like the one they were in now? Her pussy clenched, needing something to hold on to. She might be a virgin, but it didn’t mean she didn’t know about sex, about what went on between a man and a woman. Darien was her mate, whether they liked it or not, and they needed each other.

  Last night she’d been prepared to go with Darien’s brother. What she felt now for Darien, she wondered if she’d have felt the same for the alpha? From the look on both Rory’s and Kellan Moyer’s faces last night, they were experiencing the same thing she was. Kellan Moyer obviously liked men, as otherwise he wouldn’t have taken Rory back to his home as his mate. How was her cousin handling it? She needed to talk to Rory, find out what she should do, how she should proceed.

  Even before the mating bite, Darien had scared her. Her wolf had wanted him, and she acknowledged that now. She’d wanted him. He didn’t want her. That thought weighed her down until she realized, he had no choice. They were tied together. By his choice. He couldn’t take it back, so they had to deal with it.

  She got off the bed. The house was still quiet, so she quickly crept downstairs. She needed to shift and run, allow her wolf a chance to think. Maybe by the time she came back, she’d know what to do.

  In wolf form, Brie ran and ran in the woods bordering the house. She played with some squirrels that ran across her path, yelping at them. She felt free for once. When her father was around, he didn’t let them shift much. He preferred they stayed in their human forms as much as possible. Brie liked to run in her wolf form. She liked rolling around in the grass, or dry leaves in this instance, chasing rabbits and squirrels, and confusing the pure-bred wolves who sometimes wandered too close.

  Her father had restricted them from so many things, and she’d allowed it with no fight. Rory was the one who usually talked back to her father and challenged his decisions. She’d been so scared her father would leave the way her mother did that Brie had gone along with every shitty mistake he’d made. She understood now why her mother had walked away. Her father couldn’t have loved her, to hand her off to a stranger so callously. Now, she saw clearly that her father had lived only for himself. Never for her, his own flesh and blood. Maybe he’d gotten what he deserved in the end, but she couldn’t dwell on it. He was gone now. She’d grieve for him, for what might have been had he been a decent man, but she was done wasting her time wondering why he didn’t love her like he should have.

  Rory was gone, too. She was all by herself, saddled with a mate who didn’t want her around
. She rolled onto her back in the pile of leaves and stared up at the still gray sky. Heavy clouds hid the sun, and the morning dew clung to her black coat. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and she whined when she tasted the air. So fresh and crisp.

  Reminding her of Darien. Her mate. The wolf knew this. Accepted it. Her mate. She had one. She could have pups, build a family of her own.

  One problem: Darien doesn’t want me. Why didn’t he? She was so willing. So wanting. She’d exposed herself to him, and he hadn’t even taken the opportunity. Hadn’t touched her. Kissed her.

  Answers. She needed answers.

  Brie rolled over and bounded toward the house. She needed to talk to Darien.

  The house was still quiet when she arrived. She shifted back to human and walked upstairs, naked. She didn’t allow doubts to cloud her mind as she pushed open the door to Rory’s bedroom where she knew Darien slept. She crept into the room and shut the door behind her. She thought to be quiet so as not to wake him, but she shouldn’t have bothered.

  Darien sat up against the pillows, chest bare, clad only in a pair of black boxers. His skin was tanned golden with a light sprinkling of hair on his chest. Her wolf liked the sight. Her pussy clenched.

  “Why are you here?” He didn’t sound surprised to see her.

  Brie walked over to him, the juices between her legs slick on the inside of her thighs. Darien nostrils flared. As she watched, his cock stirred in the loose confines of his boxers. She licked her lips. Darien growled.

  “Brie, what are you doing here, little girl?”

  She glared at him. “Don’t call me that. You know I’m old enough.”

  He smirked. “Are you?”

  She crossed her arms over her naked tits and stared at him. “Why did you bite me if you don’t want me?” she asked.

  His eyes narrowed. “Who said I didn’t want you?”

  “You. Your actions.” She sighed. “You tie us together forever with the mating mark, but you don’t follow through.”