Alpha Werewolf Complete Set

by Marilynn Fae

  "I'm here, love. It's alright," he tells her.

  She swallows the lump in her throat and nods. "I know, Master," she says. "There was- there was a man too," she starts, tentative and uncertain. "Like me?" she whispers.

  "The one wearing a wolf pelt but is too much of a coward to challenge me properly?" he is growling as his say this, his chest rumbling with barely-concealed anger.

  She nods.

  "He'll live," is all he says. He takes her hands and wipes it with a wet towel, getting rid of the blood smeared on the tips of her fingers and under her nails. "Poor kitten," he coos, his tone shifting so abruptly that she is a little bit startled. Mostly, she finds herself enjoying how good it feels to have his warm hands on hers, how right it feels. "Were you scared?" he asks.

  "A little," she whispers. She was terrified, but everything's alright now. Her Master's here.

  "But you were very brave," he says.

  She preens. She was. She tried to fight back even though he was bigger and stronger and she scratched him up a lot.

  "I'm sorry." He brings her hands to his lips once he's satisfied that there's no more blood on her hands. He presses a kiss on her knuckles. "Come here, love," he says and she doesn't even think about it, wrapping her arms around his neck and getting her legs around him. She rubs her head against his chin over and over again. It feels nice like this. She likes it best when he's petting her. Her neck aches a little though and she flinches when he presses something cool to her neck, and holds it there. "Shh... Just stay still a second, okay?" he says and wipes the wound clean with the wet towel.

  She looks up and finds herself staring at the mirror in their bathroom. She can see the wound on her neck, blue-black and red all around the terrible teeth mark. He carries her towards the bath and steps into the water. It's big enough for both of them. And maybe few other people. Master loves baths while she thinks they're just a waste of water.

  She lets him sink down into the water though, grimacing when her body starts to get wet, and then is submerged entirely.

  He washes them both carefully and she's intensely aware of how Master's naked too, his body so close to hers that she could just touch him all over. She's too lazy to do anything except her herself be soaped down and scrubbed, though.

  "Good girl." He kisses her forehead and reaches over to let the tap water start again, replacing the dirtied water. "It's alright, love. I'm here now," he says. She goes limp, like her brain just shorted out and there's nowhere else she would rather be and this is the safest place for her. She's sitting on his lap, legs folded over the side with her ear pressed to his naked chest. She can feel his erection like this, pressed against her inner thigh. It scares her a little because her Master's really big and even his cock is really big. What if it ends up not fitting?

  His hands splay over her stomach and pulls her back until her back is flush against his chest. She tilts her head to the side, offering him her neck readily.

  He lets out an approving rumble. "So sweet and submissive, love," he says, pulling her firmly up into his lap and then nosing the bite, breathing in and growling, not liking the scent of another male on her skin. "It will only hurt for a second," he warns and then, before she can ask him what he means, he bites down, hard enough to break skin and cover over the mark.

  It hurts, but in a good way. She's so relaxed now that the pain doesn't even register until he's pulling back. She mewls, unhappy.

  "Shh... It's alright," he rumbles, his tongue warm against her skin as he laves her clean, leaving little kisses on her neck that makes her skin feel as though it's on fire. She whimpers when he finds her pulse and sucks there, her body going lax in his hold.

  His grasp loosens and he fixates on leaving bites around her neck, lifting her a little and then twisting her around to kiss further down the valley between her breasts. She makes soft, whimpering noises that seem to be amplified in their small bathroom.

  "Master?" she whines, heartbeat going out of control.

  "Did he touch you, love?" he asks even though she's certain that he would be able to smell all the places he's touched her. Then again, she was knocked out for most of the time, so maybe he had touched her and she didn't know.

  "He didn't- he didn't claim me," she says, a little bit ashamed. Maybe she should have fought harder.

  "Shh..." he soothes. "It's alright, love. I know he hasn't claimed you." His hand dips between her legs, touching her clit and causing her to whine, hips bucking when he presses himself against her.

  She nods and closes her eyes.

  "My perfect little kitten," he murmurs, his voice dark with lust. His fingers dip between her legs and she tries to clench her inner thighs together, but his hand between her legs is too big for her to close them. The tip of her tail closes over her and she thinks that's enough, but he brushes it aside easily, touching her right between her legs and rubbing her weeping slit.

  "Master?" she whimpers.

  "Shh," he hums close to her neck. "I can smell your heat nearing, kitten. Will you let me help you?"

  The moment his fingers brush against her clitoris, she yelps and brings her hands to her mouth to stop the noise.

  "No, darling. I want to hear you," he says, using his free hand to guide her hand away. She starts whimpering straight away. He shifts her body so that she's straddling him inside the tub, unable to close her legs together at all.

  "Master, I don't- It feels weird," she whines when his fingers find her clit again. She can feel the head of his cock touching her body too and it sends a shiver down her neck.

  He smirks and gently starts to ease his finger back and forth, rubbing between her slit.

  It feels good but so weird too. She doesn't know if this is supposed to be how sex works because she thinks it should involve more than just his fingers, so she asks him as much. Then, she pouts when all he does is chuckle.

  "No, love. This isn't sex. This is just getting you ready for my cock," he chuckles again. "My little virgin," his voice drops, pupils going dark. "Were you waiting for me, darling? My perfect little virgin mate," he rumbles, pressing a kiss on the corner of her lips.

  She blinks up at him and licks her lips. She suppose he's right. She has been waiting for him. She's never felt this way before, not even when the other man was rubbing his scent on her and biting on her neck, trying to mate her and claim her. She doesn't move away when he leans forward and captures her lips. Her eyes closes and she moans without meaning to when his fingers brushes against her heat. She feels herself growing wet there and wants to pull his fingers away so he doesn't find out. Maybe he won't. They're still submerged in the water.

  "Are you cold, darling? Your'e shivering," he says as he runs his fingers over her skin.

  She inhales sharply, her muscles clenching. "Scared," she whispers, ears perked back, her fluffy tail all coiled up and still trying her best to avoid getting it all soaked. She doesn't like getting her tail wet.

  "There's nothing to be frightened of, darling," he says. "I'll be gentle," he promises and slides his finger between her slit into her tight hole.

  She makes a noise between a whimper and a whine and he growls, surging up to swallow her little noises in his mouth even though he said he wanted to hear her earlier. She can feel his fingers moving inside of her, sliding past tight walls and opening them up with his thick finger. He gets a second finger inside of her, the penetration coming with a slight burn that hurts so good. She's sweating from the heat of arousal and he licks into her mouth, leaving his scent inside of her.

  "I want to put my mouth all over you," he growls when he pulls away. "Want you to smell like me. I'm going to mark you up, sweet thing, lick you and make you come over and over until you're sobbing, begging me to fuck you," he promises, his voice low and dangerous and his fingers curve inside of her, touching just the right spots to make lights dance in her eyes and her muscles seizes, like electricity is humming through her veins. "That's it darling. Can you feel that? Feel my fingers inside y
ou, spreading you open, getting you ready for my cock? You're such a sweet thing. So pretty and submissive. You have such a pretty tail, love. Look at you."

  Later on, she would feel vain because that's the comment that pushes her over the edge. That, and his fingers curving inside of her tight hole, pressing inside of her and breaking over the dam. She cries out loudly and comes apart in his lap, nose pressed close to his neck, breathing hard, muscles tensing and squeezing his fingers, as if her body is trying to milk him. The hair on her tail is all puffed up and her hands as clutching him so tightly her knuckles have turned white.

  The pleasure that rushes through her is unfamiliar and so intense that she sobs a little and he holds her through it, rumbling and purring. "There you go," he says, his voice deep and rumbling. "Lovely little kitten. That's it." His body tenses too and she feels something warm splatter over her stomach. He rubs it over her belly and onto her breasts, smearing the sticky white liquid all over her chest, growling as he does so.

  Chapter Eight: Moving

  Eventually, he washes his come off her skin and lifts her out of the tub. He doesn't seem particularly happy about getting her clean. She thinks he likes having his scent clinging to her skin. He pats her dry with a large towel. Well, mostly dry. Her tail is soaked and she hisses lazily at him when he tries to rub it.

  "Behave, kit," he says and her ears fold back unhappily.

  She whines unhappily. She doesn't like anybody else touching her tail, but she's too tired to really fight back when he starts rubbing the towel over her tail messing up her pristine fur.

  "No, Master," she whines, tugging his hands out of the way because he's brushing her tail so roughly. She shows him how it's done by pressing the towel over her tail carefully, letting towel do most of the work soaking up the water. "Like this," she says softly.

  "Of course, darling," he says, pressing a kiss on her forehead. He helps her dry her ears while she works on her tail, purring happily at the feel of his hands on her skin.

  It's impossible to get her tail all the way dry without a hair dryer though. Back in her old home, the staff would help massage oil into her fur and get it nice and soft.

  "Come here, darling," he says, wrapping a towel around her shoulder so that she doesn't get too cold, and then he's lifting her up into his arms.

  She wraps her arms around his neck and giggles when he cups her ass, lifting her up all the way so she can wrap her legs around his hips, clinging to him tightly. She can feel his cock brushing against her opening and her breath hitches.

  "Close your eyes, love," he says when he opens the door.

  She keeps her eyes clenched shut. He doesn't want her to see. She can smell the blood though, and she thinks it's really attractive that he fought for her.

  She clings to him tightly and hides her face in his chest. He smells good. Clean, like soap and pine and something that's wholly her Master.

  She's sleepy when he gets her onto the bed, but she knows she's not supposed to sleep yet. He closes the door to the bedroom and locks it, turning back to her with a look that's pure hunger. He's not wearing anything at all and he looks incredibly male like this. The thought that he had taken down all the men in the living room earlier makes her scent spike with arousal.

  She had been unsure of how to move with her Master, but finds herself feeling more relaxed after what she had experienced in the bath. She twists around on the bed without thinking and presses her face into the pillows, lifting her bottom up and curling her tail high. Then, she wriggles a little bit. "Will you breed me?" she asks, tail swaying from side to side, her ears perked back, ready for rejection in case he suddenly decides he can do better than someone like her.

  The bed dips to the side from the weight of his body and then she feels his hand on her hips, pulling her up higher. "What a lovely sight you make, darling," he growls, lips soft on the small of her back, his breath hot on her skin. "Still, darling. That's it."

  "Master," she whimpers, biting her lower lip to keep herself from making more embarrassing noises, but the keening sounds escape regardless. She spreads her legs further.

  "You look lovely like this," he says. Master kneads her thighs in slow, firm massages to soothe out any nervous stiffness and mouths at the bruises that blossom across her skin. "I would much rather be looking at your face," he says, grabbing her firmly by her hips and twisting her around until she's laying flat on her back with him between her parted legs.

  His hand moves up from her waist to cup her breasts and he closes his fingers over her nipples, massaging the sensitive buds until she's whimpering and gasping, hands grasping his wrists, torn between pulling him away and keeping him right where he is. She rubs herself against his cock when she feels the head of his member brush against her slit.

  The smell of arousal coming from both of them permeates the air, heated and wonderful.

  "Moan for me, darling. That's it," he growls. "Tell me what you want," he mouths along her neck, kissing over the bruises on her pale skin to make them his own.

  "Master- Master, please," she whimpers. Her walls clench around nothing and she wishes suddenly that she has his cock inside of her already. She feels so empty. "Please, Master. I need- I need-" She releases her grip on his wrist and reaches between her legs, touching her own clit and, after a second of hesitation, sliding her own finger into her hole. It doesn't feel as good as his fingers. Nowhere near as good and she whines, eyes filling up with frustrated tears.

  "What's wrong, kitten?" he asks, pausing, leaning up to lick at her cheeks.

  "Master, please," she whines, grasping his hand and guiding it between her legs.

  He grins, row of white teeth shining in the dark. "Needy little thing," he says. "I shouldn't spoil you."

  He should. He should spoil her and give her what she wants all the time. "Please," she begs and he caves easily, willingly.

  "Relax. That's it. Just take it darling." He kisses her as he buries his finger inside her, prodding her tight walls, forcing them to expand and take him.

  "Ah, ah," she gasps, feeling him work his fingers in an out of her, working a slow pace until her hips start moving to match him thrust for thrust, shifting with restless need and he quickens his pace, his own hips bucking, cock rubbing the insides of her thighs.

  One finger becomes two, and then three, and four, coaxing little noises from her lips that she doesn't seem to have any control of. He leans back and licks her clit, getting her hot and heavy with arousal before pulling his fingers back.

  "No, no, Master- Master, please," she whines.

  "A moment, love," he promises, kissing her and swallowing the rest of her whines. She feels so empty without his fingers inside of her now, her walls tensing around nothing. "So good for me, darling. You're so good. Such a pretty little thing, just for me." Master's voice is strained as he pulls back again.

  She peers down at him when he doesn't do anything after that and sees him palming his erection. It's nothing short of monstrous, so big and long and thick. It's dark and veiny with a little bulbous head that looks the side of her fist. "It- it won't fit, Master," she whimpers, caught somewhere between crippling lust and abject horror as she watches it glide along her slit, growing wet with her fluid.

  "It'll fit, love," he says, licking his lips, one hand on her stomach, holding her still, while the other is guiding his cock to her opening. "You're so perfect for me, so good and sweet," he croons, rubbing his cheek against hers.

  "Please, Master," she pants, shaking her head as he pushes harder until the head of his cock slides inside of her. He sucks a kiss against her collarbones, hard enough to bruise, and she rolls her hips. "Please." She feels it stretch her open as he enters her gradually, crying a little because it looks a little scary even though it's not hurting her.

  "Shh..." he murmurs, nudging her chin up with his nose as he kisses up her neck.

  She can no longer see how he's impaling her with his length. She can feel inch of him pushing inside of her, fillin
g her.

  "It's alright, love. You're so tight. So perfect for me, darling," he groans, rocking into her slowly, pulling out and then sliding in deeper with every thrust.

  The pleasure is as sharp as the pleasure coursing through her veins. She clutches at his shoulders, claws leaving scratches all over his back and chest. He's growling into the hallow of her throat, his teeth digging into the juncture of her neck and shoulder. She settles back into him, pushing against his cock in needy little thrusts that make him growl.

  "You're so good, love. So tight and perfect," he moans against her neck. She can feel herself relaxing, sliding open under the press of his cock until he is deeper. He bottoms out inside her and she's gasping, head spinning, mouth agape. "That's it, love. Perfect little thing," he growls.

  She arches up for it, aching for the slick, heavy feeling of his cock inside of her, grinding and thrusting like they're made for this.

  "So hot, baby," he croons, curving his body over hers, his chest flush against her own. He is gripping her tight to keep her from bucking back every time he thrusts deeper.

  She whines into his mouth when he kisses her again, letting him haul her up, one hand on the base of her ass, just below her tail and the other around her waist.

  "So tiny." He makes soft noises as he noses and bites, sucks bruises everywhere his mouth can reach.

  Her hands tangle in his hair. He has surprisingly soft hair. Their eyes meet again and she makes a mewling, broken noise as she orgasms, body seizing and tensing around his cock. He thrusts into her once, twice, and then he's coming too, growling as his knot forms, thickening and enlarging, locking them together as he empties his seed inside of her.

  "That's it, love. That's it," he growls, holding her still as he fills her up with his seed, snuffling and sucking bruises all over her.

  She holds him close, hands shaking as she rides the crests of her own orgasm.

  Chapter Nine: Knotted