Undone: A New Adult College Bad Boy Romance (Mature Young Adult Fun Contemporary Romance)

by Alli Sims

  “I want you.” His voice was thick with lust. Oh god I wanted him too. “I want you right here, right now.”

  “Let go of me.”

  He stared at me, for a split second I was sure he looked hurt but he let go of my wrists. I adjusted myself, pulling my panties to the side. My eyes locked on him. “Have me.” I held my hands back out to him.

  He looked from them, to my pussy, then into my eyes as he took my wrists and pinned them above my head.

  I grinned as his teeth traced over my skin gently. He let go of my one hand and reached for his pants. I watched his every move as he unzipped his fly. Before he could reach for his cock I slipped my hand down his pants, my fingers curling around his thick member.

  His eyes rolled back gently as I pulled his cock out, rubbing him gently as I guided his thick cock towards my pussy. I bit back a moan as I felt his head touch me.

  He pushed into me without warning. I gasped, my eyes rolled back and I arched towards him. Pleasure and pain overwhelmed me. I bit back my cry.

  He didn’t move until I’d relaxed. His eyes locked on mine. “Are you okay?”

  I nodded. I was sure I’d never had someone his size in me, and I’d never had unprotected sex before- but I guess with both of us having a 2% chance of being able to spawn children condoms weren’t much safer. He slipped out of me gently, his lips touching mine as he pushed back into me.

  I moaned, this time it was more pleasure than pain.

  Each one got more pleasurable and less painful than the last, each one made me cry out in joy and each thrust sent me closer to the edge- an edge I wasn’t ready to jump off of yet.

  “Oh John.” I moaned his name, and honestly it felt right.

  John thrust in and out of me, slowly getting faster and harder with every thrust; still careful with me. He thrust. Faster. Faster. His lips touched my cheek, then my ear lobe. His teeth nibbled gently. A shiver ran down my spine. My eyes rolled back.

  “Oh god, yes.”

  I moaned.

  John pushed into me faster, faster and faster. I moaned louder.

  I was so close I could hardly fight it. No. I didn’t want it yet.

  “I’m so close.” I confessed.

  “Come for me wolf.” He rasped, pushing into me faster and faster.

  His words were enough to send me over the edge. He thrust faster and faster, his body tensing as he slammed into me, letting out something that resembled a growl.

  I gasped and let out a scream as my body arched. Pleasure so intense shot through my body. Everything went a fuzzy white as my hips buckled as he thrust into me again. More pleasure flooded my body. I moaned; my breath getting caught in my lungs as I tried to tell him how good it felt. He pushed into me again, pinning me against the wall. Another surge of pleasure, this time smaller; then another and another. Each time smaller and smaller.

  Finally my body relaxed, finally I forced my eyes open. I blinked twice to readjust myself to the lighting and found him staring at me, a grin spread across his face. I returned it.

  He let go of my wrists and pulled out of me before his arms slipped around my hips and he began to move.

  “What-”

  “I’m taking you to bed.” He said before letting me finish my sentence.

  I was too tired to fight with him about it. My head rested against his shoulders. He carried me into the room and lay me down on the bed.

  I watched as he unbuttoned his shirt. My eyes widened as I watched him slide it over his shoulders. Not because of his abs or his muscular chest but because of the scar running from his shoulder to his pec. He caught me looking, a sad smile spread across his face. “SIBs are the first ones to try and ask me questions.” Was all he said, but it explained everything.

  I reached out and touched his shoulder. Was this really what they wanted? I bit my lip. How could I turn him over to them if they would do this to him?

  I tried to look away but couldn’t. I just stared at the thick, white scar. I felt like I wanted to puke.

  He pushed himself off the bed. “But that’s long in the past.”

  I couldn’t do it to him. I couldn’t turn him in. Not after seeing that. I knew I should still confront my agency about it. I would, but today wasn’t the day.

  “So what are you going to do?”

  “What do you mean?” He turned to stare at me.

  “Well you can’t stay here. I’ll need to make something up, tell them you caught on to me and left. That I went to search your house and there was no sign of you. You’ll have to give your business up. You’ll have to give everything up; you know that right?”

  “But at least we’ll be alive.”

  Yes. Alive and that will be it, I’ll never see him again, I’ll never touch him again. I swallowed dryly. It was stupid how much that depressed me.

  “And even if it means we have to leave the country it’s not a big deal; after all it’s not like I have anyone keeping me here.”

  We? What did he mean by we? I opened my mouth to ask, then it sank in.

  “You… you expect me to go with you?”

  “Well I thought you would. It’s not like you can go back to the S.I.B. and tell them you failed.”

  Why not? I’d done it before.

  I was about to protest but then I realized maybe he was right. I’d failed before, but never on anything this important.

  “So, where do you want to go?” He asked, a grin spreading over his face.

  “Well, I’ve always wanted to see Ireland.”

  “A lovely place.” He nodded. “I’ll pack now; we’ll leave in three hours.”

  “Three hours?!” How was I supposed to be packed by then? I had a life to take care of. I paused. On the other hand, it’s not like I had that many clothes to pack, or things, except my books and I kept most of them in the storage locker I borrowed from a friend.

  I closed my eyes. “Alright fine, but we gotta make a stop at my hotel room before we leave.” There we had it.

  I was ready to go.

  Epilogue

  All in all I had to admit it wasn’t bad.

  I pushed myself up from the makeshift bed and wrapped the thin sheet around me as I walked out to the entrance of the cave. Yes, we’d gone with a cave. John had seemed to think it would be funny, considering our animal forms.

  John was nowhere to be seen, which was common these days. It had been 75 years since he was in his dragon form so he was glad to be able to get out and stretch his wings. Of course Ireland wasn’t a bad place to do it either; as long as we stayed in the less populated parts.

  It had been three months since we left and so far no one had come after us. We didn’t head into town very often; and in all honesty I was beginning to get sick of being here all the time but John promised me in a year we’d start getting out more. We’d let them try to track us and give up; then we’d start getting out more and after a ‘few years’ as he put it, we’d be able to live our lives normally. I just couldn’t help but wonder how we were going to be able to afford a place in those few years.

  True, I was standing behind a pile of gold and gems but something told me John wouldn’t be parting with them.

  The End

  Promised to Alpha

  There is no way this was happening.

  Most people thought arranged unions were a thing of the past or something that only happened in third world countries; boy were they ever wrong. Of course most people didn’t know about people like me.

  I stared out my window refusing to turn and face the person who had opened my door. I took a deep breath. Rosemary, sage and a hint of lemon mixed with cleaner. My mother.

  “Becky, you have to understand…” It was my birthright, my job to the pack, my only use.

  “I’ve heard it all before.” My arms wrapped around my chest hugging myself tightly.

  “Your father loves you.”

  “Of course he does, but he sure seems to love his land more.”

  That’s what I was wo
rth. Land. Fucking land. My mother didn’t say another word, probably good honestly. I was so close to losing my shit. The wolf inside me screamed to get out, to snarl and bite and run away from here.

  But I couldn’t do it. Trust me, I’d tried last night.

  The night before I was supposed to meet my new mate I’d packed my bags and tried to escape. I wasn’t even able to open the window I am now staring out of. I couldn’t. I can’t leave my pack. It was stupid and I knew it but they were my family. A family that is going to pawn you off for land. I reminded myself but it did no good.

  “He will be here soon, please try to look your best.” Her voice was small as she spoke and for a second I thought about how hard this must be on her. I bit my lip as I heard her turn to leave.

  “I love you mom.” I whispered. I wasn’t sure if she heard it or not because she didn’t reply, but I did hear her cry softly as she made her way to her room. I forced myself to turn away from the window.

  As part of the pack I wanted to please. I wanted to do as I was told, but the human side of me couldn’t get past the fact that my dad had sold me so easily. For land his great-great-great grandfather had owned, but still. Was I that worthless to him? He hadn’t even tried to put up a fight or find another way around it. Then again he probably thinks he’s doing me a favor. My dad was old school. The fact I was 23 and not interested in at least trying to find a mate (let alone married with pups) shocked him. I guess the wolf wasn’t strong enough in me.

  I blew out a deep breath and walked over to the closet that I’d soon be giving up. This room had been mine since I was in a crib, now I had to give that up; and all to keep peace between packs. It was stupid really. The alpha’s probably some gross old man who can’t get a girl without a forced union. I shivered at the thought of having to spend the rest of my life in a bed beside him.

  None the less I did as my mother asked and put something nice on. I picked a knee length shirt and a beige and white oriental patterned blouse. I tied my thick brown hair into a neat bun and even applied some mascara, eyeliner and red lipstick. Nothing like a bold red to make everything seem better; even if I was about to lose my life.

  As I slipped into stockings and a kitten heel my head snapped towards the window. The sound of gravel crunching against the driveway. He’s here. Great.

  I looked around my room. I hadn’t even begun to pack. What if he wants me to go with him tonight? My heart skipped a beat at the thought. Would my mother let that happen? I swallowed and, just in case, rushed for my small suitcase.

  The vintage blue suitcase had been my great grandmothers and had been given to me when I was a little girl. The first things I put in there weren’t clothes. They were my prized possessions. Gifts from friends, keepsakes from family members and most of all my top 6 books and my laptop. Then I filled it with as many clothes as I could fit.

  The doorbell rang.

  My heart did a backflip.

  “Becky!” My father called and seconds later I heard the front door open. I stuffed a couple more clothes in, closed the suitcase and stood.

  “Oh god.” I turned to face my mother. She’d put fresh makeup on but her eyes were red. “You look so beautiful.” Another burst of tears seeped from her eyes.

  “Mom, relax.” I walked over to her. “It’s just clothes. I look the same as I ever do.” I pulled her into a hug unwilling to face the real reason she was crying. I was leaving.

  After a couple seconds she pulled away and forced a smile over her lips. “You’ll like Nathan.” She gave weak laugh. “And I’m sure he will like you.”

  “Well let’s go find out.” I put a smile on my own face unable to risk upsetting my mother any more than she was already and we headed down stairs together.

  I took a deep breath trying to gain his scent. Sweat, sweet like chocolate, musk and sage. He smelled too close to my father. I wrinkled my nose at the thought and let a small shiver escape me before we made our way into the living room.

  I didn’t waste any time in assessing him. He was older than me, but not old. Maybe in his early 30’s at most. He wore a black muscle shirt that showed off his muscles- and boy did he have muscles! They flexed as he stepped up into the doorway, his eyes locked on me. His nostrils flared taking in my scent as I stepped towards him. His green eyes roamed over my body, his brown five o’clock shadow tilted as a smile spread over his face. His hair was brown too- though there looked like it had a touch of red in it that his beard didn’t.

  “Hi.” He stepped forward and held his hand out to me. “I’m Nathan.”

  “Becky.” As I reached out and touched his hand he lowered his eyes. My heart skipped a beat. Was he willing to admit that I could be just as dominate? His hand was warm against my.

  My heart jumped into my throat as we touched. A shiver ran down my spine but not the kind that was bad. I felt my cheeks flush slightly as I realized we were still touching. I pulled away from him quickly. I don’t care how cute he is. I still don’t like him. I thought. He’ll be a good mate. The wolf inside me said. And she was right. He was strong, he smelled healthy and he was an alpha. He had control, apparently control he was willing to give up to me. I wasn’t buying it.

  Wolves didn’t give up control.

  Nathan turned back to my father. “Is there anything else you’d like to discuss?”

  Please say yes. I wasn’t ready to leave yet.

  “No, I will let you two get better acquainted. We’ll see you next week, right?”

  “Of course.” For the second time since I met him I saw Nathan showed a sign of submission as he bowed his head to my father. My brow furrowed. I hope he isn’t weak. That was the wolf talking. I did hope he was weak he would be easier to kill if I needed to.

  Nathan turned to me. “Do you have a bag packed?” I nodded not trusting my voice. “I’ll go get it; if that’s alright?”

  Again I forced myself to nod. I didn’t really want him being in my room. I didn’t really want him to get my stuff. I didn’t want him to think I liked him or needed him or really wanted anything to do with him- but I wanted time to say goodbye to my family.

  As Nathan slipped past me my mother pulled me into a hug, tears rolling down her cheek again. “I’ll see you next week.” It sounded like a death sentence to me. I held her tight unwilling to admit how scared I was.

  “The girls wanted me to give you this.” She held out a small box. The girls. My best friends are what she meant. I took it with shaky hands.

  She stepped away from me and my father stepped forward. “I love you.” He said pulling me into a hug. “I’m sorry, Becky. I…” He pulled away from me. My father was a gruff kinda guy. To hear him say he was sorry and that he loved me in the same sentence was too much. My eyes stung with tears that wanted to escape. I ignored the prickling and nodded, knowing that if I said anything I would cry. I wasn’t going to do that.

  My dad stared at me, our eyes locked for a fraction of a second, not in a stare down but silently communicating. Silently telling him I would forgive him for what he’d done. Again he pulled me into a hug, trying to hide the water that spilled from the corner of his eyes. “He’s not bad.” He whispered in my ear. “And if he ever hurts you I will kill him; I don’t care the cost.”

  Those last words I heard from my dad left me with some faith that he did care. That he wasn’t just going to let me suffer.

  My dad pulled away as Nathan came down the stairs. Both men looked at one another.

  “I’ll take good care of her.”

  “I expect it.”

  A smile touched Nathan’s lips as he stepped towards me holding my suitcase in one hand and my purse in the other. “I saw this on your bed… I wasn’t sure if you’d want it but I figured…”

  “Thank you.” I took it from him without making eye contact and we made our way towards the door.

  I kept my tears to myself as we made our way down the driveway and to the car. Without a word I sat down in the passenger seat and waited as he
put my suitcase in the back before getting in the driver’s seat. He started the car without a word and we drove away from my home.

  It wasn’t until we’d hit the highway that he spoke. “We’re not that far away. The place I have is about a mile away from the beginning of their territory…”

  I grunted in response. What else was I supposed to say?

  “You’re welcome to see them whenever you want… I’m not that kind of alpha.”

  The kind that didn’t let his wolves mingle with other packs is what he meant. What kind are you? I wanted to ask, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak. I stared out the front window as tears ran down my cheek. I didn’t make a sound.

  Nathan blew out a deep breath and for a split second I felt bad for acting the way I was; only for a split second though then I remembered that he’d pretty much bought me in return for land. I’d been part of a trade, part of a sale.

  Anger tugged at me. Anger at him, at my father, at myself. But it didn’t last long. I couldn’t bring myself to make it last long. I bit my lip staring down at the box I still had in my hand. The one that my best friends had wanted me to have.

  As if reading my mind Nathan spoke again. “Is it from your pack?”

  “My best friends.” I said and to my own surprise my voice didn’t break. I pulled the lid off slowly and stared down at the contents of the box. The simple chain was not silver. I didn’t need to touch or sniff it to know that, but it looked like it. There was a small, simple gem in the center. A green stone with a purple one on either side. I turned it over in my hand to see each one engraved with a heart.

  Tears rolled down my cheeks as I stared at it.

  “It beautiful.” Nathan said from the driver’s seat. He was right.

  Chapter 2

  The house was nice, but that didn’t make me feel any better as I made my way towards the door with my suitcase in hand.

  Nathan opened the door for me and I stepped inside. Three people stared at me.