Alpha

by Natasha Knight

  Funny enough, all that time, she’d been thinking the same thing for me. Wanting me to be sure.

  I was. We both were. Maybe for the first time in our lives, we both knew what we wanted, where we belonged. I was grateful it was together. Hell, every time I looked at her face, I was fucking grateful.

  “Okay, almost done, Z,” Mike, the tattoo artist said.

  Aria put her magazine down and walked behind me to have a look. “Wow. It’s amazing.”

  “Just a few finishing touches, and voila.” Mike stepped back, and I took the handheld mirror to see, smiling at the result.

  Xander had done well.

  Rage’s Savages had preserved the wolf coming out of the man from Savage Blood, but that man now walked out of the mouth of Rage’s skull, swallowed up by it, the wolf bigger and stronger for it. On the floor of the cave that was the skull lay a single black rose, the names of both Savage Blood and Rage inscribed there in tiny lettering, along with the RIP they deserved. It was time to let the past rest, and now, together, we would begin anew. My only regret was that Fly wouldn’t be along for the journey. After taking care of Savage Blood while I was unable to, he’d said his good-byes and left. Last time I heard from him was a year ago.

  “Well, what do you think?” Aria asked.

  “It’s amazing,” I said, coming back to the present. It was where I belonged now. Here, with her.

  “Thanks,” Mike said, packing up his things, I took Aria into my arms and kissed her, her little belly putting space between us that hadn’t been there before.

  “Wait, Zane,” Aria whispered, tilting her head in Mike’s direction.

  “I don’t care.” I nuzzled her neck, inhaling deeply. Her scent had changed a little since she’d become pregnant. That was how I’d known before she had. She was still a little pissed at that.

  “I’ll see myself out,” Mike said.

  “Good thinking.” I laughed, already unzipping Aria’s dress as I heard the door open and close.

  “You’re insane!”

  “You’re driving me there.” It was true I couldn’t get enough of her.

  She wrapped her hands around my neck, taking care not to touch the new tattoo, and turned her face up to kiss me as I pushed the straps of her sundress off her shoulders. She stepped out of the dress so she stood in a yellow bra, matching panties, and flip-flops. I pulled back and looked at her. Her breasts had swollen to more than a generous handful, and her little belly protruded as big as half a basketball.

  “You make me happy, Aria.”

  She smiled and pulled me down to kiss her. I worked her bra off, cupping her breasts, hearing her moan as I kneaded them, weighing each in my palms as I knelt before her, kissing her neck, the soft mounds of each breast, sucking on her hardened nipples before pulling her panties down off her legs and sitting her down so I could lay my head on her belly and listen to my baby in there. Listen to the heartbeat too faint to be heard by human ears, but like a soft roar to mine.

  “Can you hear him?” Aria asked, her fingers playing in my hair.

  “Yeah. It’s amazing.”

  Tears had warmed her eyes when I looked up at her.

  “I was thinking of names…” she began.

  I sat back on my heels. I knew what I wanted — or didn’t want — but this was going to be up to her.

  “How about Bryan?” She waited hesitantly for my response. She wouldn’t want to name our baby after my father, and I understood that. Derek, perhaps, though? I guess I’d expected that.

  “Bryan?” It made perfect sense.

  She nodded.

  “I think it’s perfect.”

  “I wonder who he’ll resemble.”

  I put my hands on her knees. “I’ll wonder about that later. Right now, I’ve got something else on my mind.” Tugging her forward, I pushed her knees wide and looked at her, just looked at her pussy for a long time before kissing it then opening the lips to find that swollen little nub and closing my mouth around it, watching her head fall back as she moaned.

  I could eat Aria all day long. Her taste was like a fucking drug, and the longer we were together, the stronger our bond seemed to grow.

  Reaching to undo my jeans, I rose up on my knees, pushing her backward as I continued to suck her clit, shoving my jeans down and off and taking my cock into my hand. I made her come first. I loved to hear her come, her sighs and moans heaven to my ears, and once she was finished, I stood, my legs on either side of her, my cock in her face.

  She opened her mouth to lick my cock, dragging her tongue along its length, circling the head, taking in the little drop there before closing her mouth around my cock, dropping to her knees as she did. I fisted a handful of hair and watched her work, wanting to explode into the back of her throat and watch her swallow. I wanted to bend her over and fuck her from behind. I wanted to lay her on her back and watch her eyes as she took me in her ass. And in the end, I decided I’d have all three: her mouth, her pussy, and her ass.

  Laying her back, I turned her to her side, pushing her legs up, and slid into her wet, waiting cunt. I slapped her ass once then twice, drawing a deep moan from her as I watched, moving slow and deep inside her, pressing one finger to her back hole.

  “I love your face when I fuck you.”

  “I love yours.” She closed her eyes and bit her lip. “That feels so good, Zane.”

  “Are you going to come with my cock in your pussy or with my cock in your ass, Aria?”

  She swallowed, her eyes glazed over, her mouth slack. “Both.” That was my girl, and with that one word, I closed two fingers over her clit and she came, her pussy walls throbbing around my cock, almost making me come with the pressure. I pulled out slowly, still squeezing her clit, and slid the head of my cock into her asshole. It was soaked with her juices, and as one orgasm abated, I pushed deeper, moving in and out of her, her asshole trained to take me now. She opened her eyes, gripping the covers, her mouth tightening as the friction of my cock inside her ass brought another orgasm on the heels of the last and she cried out. I fucked her harder, my own release moments away as I took that tight ass, the thought of filling it with my cum driving me over the edge as I came inside her, watching her watch me as we met in ecstasy.

  It would always be like this for us. I swore it. I’d lost her once. I wouldn’t lose her again. I was determined now to keep her, to keep my family safe and close. Loved and untouched by monsters.

  The End

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  Deviant

  Chapter One

  Julien

  I’d been watching her for the last three days.

  I didn’t know what it was I found so appealing about the girl. She was a sneaky little peeping Tom. Maybe it was her pretty green eyes, or how wide they grew at the things she watched us do. At the things I made the girl whose ass I was currently fucking do. Regardless, her fate was sealed the moment she pushed the curtains aside and saw my face.

  No witnesses, no matter what. That was rule number one. It had to be.

  She hadn’t yet realized I’d seen her, that she was being watched as she herself was doing the watching. Her attention was fully absorbed by the fucking. But I studied her face, saw her mouth open, her little pink tongue dart out to lick those full lips, her throat work as she swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing a deep red.

  Her face imprinted on my mind. I’d recognize her anywhere now. It was one of the things I was so good at — a blessing and a curse all at once. Never forget a face. Never forget their eyes, how they change when they realize what’s happening, when terror grips them.

  Forgetting was a gift. People spent their lives chasing the past, trying to hold on to something long gone. Desperate to remember. Me? I wished I could forget.

  It ha
d been three days since she’d first seen us. I was sure it was by accident, or at least it had been the first time. Her room was situated directly across the courtyard of the cheap little hotel. She’d pulled the curtains apart to open her window when she’d stumbled upon the sight of us fucking. I’d ducked my head out of sight, and wouldn’t have thought much of it, but when, a moment later, the small hand pulled the curtains just a little wider, just wide enough to see, my curiosity had gotten the best of me.

  It had been her face. It was just so innocent, so… corruptible. Irresistible to a man like me. I always liked to play with them first, fuck with them a little. It was cruel, reprehensible, really. I knew it, but it didn’t make me enjoy it any less.

  The blonde began to squirm beneath me, almost stealing my attention from the woman in the window. I glanced down at her, at the mass of dyed hair spilling over her back, mascara smeared across her face, her mouth open. I looked at her ass, at my cock disappearing inside it. She’d been a good fuck, but this would be the last time. Three days was long enough. I had a job to do, after all, and the girl in the window would already delay me. I couldn’t exactly assassinate my mark in front of her. She’d freak out, and that was more attention than I needed.

  Gripping the blonde’s hair tightly, I tugged hard, giving her a grin she likely thought a smile before pushing her face into the mattress to shut her up. She mewled and I rubbed her clit with my free hand, turning that sound into something else. Pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain. They never knew which it was; there was never any clear line for them.

  With the blonde’s face buried in the blankets, I studied my little voyeur. She was still there, still watching — but her hand had disappeared into her pants. I’d make her show me just what those fingers were doing when the time came. That made me grin, but when she looked up and her green gaze met mine, I could almost hear her gasp at the shock of being caught. It was then my grin widened into something else, something meant to scare.

  I gripped the blonde’s hips, all while daring the woman who watched to draw the curtains closed, to turn away. I fucked the woman before me then, really fucked her, and just before I came inside that tight ass, my little voyeur blinked as if coming out of a trance, her face going bright red before she pulled the curtains closed.

  My low growl made the blonde look over her shoulder. I met her gaze, my own hardening as I forced myself to remember who she was, the things she’d done, and the job I still had to do. That part always made my cock harder. Any person with morals would probably worry about that, about liking this sort of work, but I had never claimed to have any of those. Or if I had, they’d been beaten out of me years ago. That was what made me so good at my job.

  I looked down at her asshole, at my cock as it plunged deep, knowing I hurt and gave pleasure at once, not caring which was the dominant of the two as I exploded inside her. But when I closed my eyes, it was the voyeur’s eyes I saw, not the woman who had my cock buried inside her.

  If only the bitch before me knew how lucky she was. She’d just been granted an extra day to live.

  Theirs To Take

  Prologue

  “No, not that one.”

  I had never felt so relieved to hear Syn’s voice or feel his cane at my thigh as I did in that moment.

  “That one isn’t for sale,” he spoke quietly, his tone low, but there was no question he would be obeyed.

  I turned to meet his dark gaze. The grin that curled one corner of his mouth upward sent ice through my veins. He kept his black eyes on mine as he tapped the cane against the fronts of my thighs once, twice, then with a flick of his wrist, lashed me with it.

  Tears stung my eyes nearly as badly as the rattan did my legs and I took a step backward, looking down at the welt rising where he’d struck, grateful that the man who had been considering me nodded with a reluctant growl before stepping to my right, to the next girl who stood shuddering beside me.

  Gabriel, Syn’s brother, joined him. Both kept their eyes on me as Gabriel whispered something into Syn’s ear. Syn nodded, then turned his attention from me to the girl who was being handled now. Gabriel, the older, more stern of the two, approached me. My gaze faltered and my body shook but I refused to look away.

  “Evangeline,” he said, calling my name. “Kneel.”

  Once a girl was sold, she was made to kneel so that the next buyers knew who was still available. The girl beside me whimpered and I turned to see the large man weighing her breasts, turning her nipples in his fingers.

  “I’d like to try her,” he said, his voice gruff.

  Syn’s eyebrow went up. The girl stood upright, naked, her hands clasped at the back of her head. He looked her over, his gaze cold even as the girl now openly wept.

  Syn turned back to the man. “You can look. You can even touch,” he said, turning the girl so she stood with her back to the man. He then pushed her forward, forcing her to bend deeply at the waist. “But you can’t fuck until you pay.”

  “Evangeline.” Gabriel’s grip in my hair demanded my full attention so I could only listen to the girl’s whimpers as he brought his mouth to my ear. “I said kneel. Eyes down. And just be glad it isn’t you this time.”

  Without giving me time to obey, he forced me down by my hair until I knelt. I stared up at him, but my defiance lasted only a moment when I saw the darkness in those beautiful, golden eyes. I cast my gaze to the ground before me, swallowing, shivering at what was to be my fate if the brothers truly kept me as I knew now they would.

  Captive, Mine

  Prologue

  I always knew I was different. Knew I lived a different sort of life. I just didn’t expect to end up here — like this.

  For weeks I’d felt it. I’d known someone had been watching me. But I’d ignored it.

  Looking back, I could think of a hundred ways I could have avoided this, avoided him. He’d said one thing and, like a fool, I had believed him. Useless words. Stolen words.

  Tucking my knees into my chest, I pulled the worn blanket up over my body. He’d stripped me bare before bringing me here, before binding my wrists together so tightly they felt raw. I shivered in the cold, damp room knowing he was going to teach me a lesson. I’d been to this room before. I knew what had to happen here.

  Tears again, stupid tears. He had no right to keep me captive. His captive.

  “Let me out!” I screamed for the hundredth time, my voice hoarse, my throat too dry.

  This time, though, there was an answer: the sound of his footsteps approaching, the almost imperceptible sound of the key sliding into the lock, turning it.

  I pressed my back harder into the wall, fisting the blanket with sweaty hands.

  I was going to be punished and it was going to be bad. I knew it. He’d promised it and he always kept his promises.

  Given To The Savage

  Chapter One

  The heavy steel door opened and a thin strip of sunlight brightened her cell.

  “It’s time,” came the guard’s voice.

  Rowan’s heartbeat quickened as she looked up to meet his eyes, but he wasn’t looking at her. Not one of them would dare meet her gaze.

  “Bring her out,” he said, and immediately, two sets of hands closed over her arms, lifting her to her feet. Her wrists were bound behind her and her ankles were chained so that her steps were hobbled, and if they let her go, she would fall.

  But it was all for show. One guard alone could easily overpower her. Although breeders were taller than average human women, they were no match for the strength of the men.

  The sound of the crowd hungry to witness her punishment filled her ears as soon as she stepped out into the cool morning air. She shivered, the ground ice on her bare feet, her only cover a thin, white, or once white, dress as was her usual uniform. She looked from her place up to the raised platform where, within moments, she would be led. Where she would be stripped naked, bent over, and bound to the cold stone block and made to endure her very public switching.
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  The knowledge of what lay in store sent a shudder through her.

  Captain Amro’s voice came over the loudspeaker as the guards walked her forward. For as much as she wanted to walk up there with her head held high, she found herself resisting, pulling back just a little, even as she knew it was futile.

  “This breeder has been found guilty of inciting rebellion within the community, and, most horrendous of all, the death of another breeder, and the subsequent loss of a child as a result of her actions…”

  His voice died away as the crowd audibly sucked in their breath and their shouts calling for her punishment, even her death, began.

  “An act warranting a sentence of death…” the loudspeakers blared.

  Terror now paralyzed her as the guards urged her up the stairs.

  “However, our laws and our mercy prevent us from condemning any breeder to death…” the captain’s voice continued.

  Rowan struggled, trying in vain to free herself as the guards now lifted and carried her up the stairs and to the platform.

  It wasn’t true what he said. It was a lie, all of it. She would never, never have harmed another breeder, never would have done anything to cause the death of one of her own sisters, or a child — neither within nor outside of the womb. Captain Amro was the guilty one, not she.

  “But rest assured,” Captain Amro carried on, just glancing at her as the guards set her on her feet on the platform. Her entire body trembled while she scanned the crowd whose shouts grew louder as the grips of the hands that held her tightened, as if they knew that in an instant, if she could, she would run, even hobbled as she was within her chains.

  “Rest assured,” Captain Amro raised his voice and with his upraised arms, gestured for the crowd to quiet. “The breeder will be punished to the full extent our laws allow.”