Enslaved by the Alpha: Part Five

by Rivard, Viola

  ENSLAVED BY THE ALPHA

  Part Five

  Copyright © 2014 by Viola Rivard

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER ONE

  “I’ll take my chances with disappointment. Now shut up and put your arms around my neck. I won’t be gentle.”

  Astrid drew her legs up and wedged them between their bodies, pressing her feet against his chest.

  “Wait!”

  He slapped her legs aside. “No.”

  “Yes,” she said emphatically. She barely managed to get one knee between them as he tried to advance. “I need to eat, I’m thirsty, and I need to wash up.”

  Erik was glaring, but behind his pissed off façade, she could see the gears in his head turning. He was sizing her up and planning his next move. She should have been planning her own, but all her mind wanted to do was try and process what he’d told her.

  “You’re fertile.”

  Astrid thought back to The Wolves of Nunavut, her mind shuffling through a jumble of information. Though she’d seen the documentary many times, it felt as though it had been a thousand years ago. Everything farther back than a few weeks ago might as well have been shut away in a lockbox engraved with the letters B.E.: Before Erik.

  Erik pushed her back onto the furs, hard enough to knock the wind from her chest. She tried to roll away, but he placed a hand on either side of her, caging her in.

  “I am not dealing with that shit today,” he growled.

  “I’m sorry if food and basic hygiene are offensive to you.”

  Astrid snapped her head forward to scowl up at him, but her expression immediately softened. When she really looked at him, she could see that he wasn’t glaring at her at all. His eyes were narrowed, but his face was tight with strain. His body vibrated with a fine tremor and despite the chilled air, a thin sheen of sweat covered his body.

  He’s in pain.

  She placed a hand on his cheek. “What’s wrong?”

  Erik leaned into her touch. His eyes shut, as though he couldn’t bear to look at her as he spoke his next words.

  “I need you.”

  He was just talking about sex, she knew this, but the confession still made her stomach flip. Warmth washed over her as she began to stroke his cheek.

  “It hurts?”

  “I need you,” he repeated as he rubbed his cheek against her hand.

  Erik was more than twice her size and God only knew how many times stronger than her, which was why his overt display of vulnerability was so striking to her. Biting down on her lip, Astrid forced her intrusive thoughts back and did her best to focus on the alpha looming above her.

  With one hand still on his cheek, she reached between them and wrapped a hand around his cock. For a second, she thought she might have grabbed him too roughly, because his body jerked and he let out a harsh breath through his teeth. She almost let him go, but she was too surprised by what she felt.

  Erik was far too domineering for her to have much experience with his manhood. Sure, he’d mounted her more times than she could count, but she’d only touched his penis a few times. The one time she’d gone down on him, she’d taken a few moments to appreciate the sheer size and all around magnificence of him, but although he’d seemed to enjoy oral sex, he hadn’t permitted her to do it again.

  Despite her unfamiliarity, as her fingers glided over his cock, she could tell that something was very different. The vein that ran the length of his shaft was thick and protruding. He was rigid and swollen, so engorged with blood that his skin was pulled taut and she could feel him pulsing in tandem with his heartbeat.

  “It’s okay,” she whispered.

  Still stroking his face, she carefully guided him to her entrance. She nudged his crown against her, teasing her clitoris with his tip. Up until that moment, she hadn’t been particularly interested in having sex. The hours she’d spent out in the snowstorm had taken their toll on her body, making her feel tired and congested. But the feel of his hot velvet flesh against her clitoris instantly cleared her head. She suddenly felt invigorated, as though she’d had a full night of restful sleep and then had awoken with an appetite every bit as carnal and irrepressible as Erik’s.

  Maybe he saw the desire flare in her eyes, or maybe he just couldn’t wait any longer, but Erik abruptly seized her wrist, squeezing it until she let go of his cock. Then, he entered her with a deep, hard thrust.

  Her sharp intake of breath was lost amid Erik’s harsh and prolonged groan. She clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging at his skin. It was on the tip of her tongue to berate him. He hadn’t taken any time to prepare her, and although she’d been moderately wet, moderately simply didn’t cut it when taking in a male of Erik’s caliber.

  The reprimand died in her throat as Erik nuzzled the top of her head. He was murmuring something, but the words were muffled by her hair. Though she couldn’t make out what he was saying, the gentle, cajoling tone of his voice, so at odds with the stinging pain between her legs, had her heart thumping erratically inside the small cage of her chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck and, trying not to think about why she was doing it, she pulled herself up to press her lips to his neck.

  Erik growled, but it almost sounded like a purr. She swallowed, before pressing her lips to him again, and then again, until her mouth had run a trail of kisses down to his collarbone. Stopping in the hollow at the base of his throat, she paused, feeling his body vibrate against her mouth. When she was certain he was enjoying himself, she flicked her tongue out to lick him. His skin tasted like a combination of sea salt and what she could only assume was a potent cocktail of pheromones. The stinging became a relentless burn. With a beseeching moan, she flung a leg around his hips and rocked against him, urging him to move inside of her.

  It was as though she’d dispelled the fog he’d been lost in. All at once, Erik seemed to remember where he was and what he’d been doing. With preternatural agility, he flipped her onto her knees. The universe regained its equilibrium as the alpha regained his position of dominance and control.

  Their sex had never been anything but rough. Even the few times it had started off playful—the times when she would play coy and banter with him until he wrestled her into submission—sex between them had always seemed to devolve into something that blurred the lines of pleasure and pain. And it was everything she’d never known she’d wanted.

  She had always viewed Erik as merciless and uninhibited, but it wasn’t until he completely lost himself that she realized just how much restraint he had been using with her. He took her harder than he ever had before, thrusting into her with violent disregard. His nails had elongated, and the sharp talons dug deeper into her hips with each blow, until she could feel her blood running down her thighs.

  He could break me.

  The most disturbing part of the thought was how much it excited her. Everything about this was as thrilling as it was terrifying. For a terrible moment, she thought that it was the pain that she enjoyed—how else could she possibly revel in something so brutal? But then she realized that she loved it in spite of the pain, and that was even more confusing. How could pleasure override the feeling of being torn apart inside an
d out?

  Her climax came on quickly and hit hard, making her body spasm and then go limp. She was so accustomed to them coming together, or Erik coming shortly after her, that she became overwhelmed when he continued pounding into her. She tried to tell him to slow down, to explain that she was too sensitive and that she was uncomfortable, but it was impossible to get a sentence out while she was frantically panting for breath. She considered a simple, one word command. “Stop” came to mind. It had worked in the past. But she somehow knew that it wouldn’t work this time. Everything about this time was different.

  Her abdomen tightened as her discomfort intensified. She heard a low, ragged moan rise up from within her chest, and then she couldn’t hear anything, not Erik, not the sound of their bodies crashing together or even the sound of her own breathing. It reminded her of the night at the camp, when she’d left her tent to find that reality as she knew it had vanished, replaced by blood, death, and a man who had seemed as cruel as he was beautiful.

  Everything became still. She could feel that she was in pain, but it felt distant in comparison to the pleasure that suffused her. She knew that she’d climaxed again, but like everything else this time, it was unlike anything else she’d felt. It wasn’t the hard and powerful ecstasy that she so often associated with the climaxes Erik gave her. This, if she had to name it, was rapture.

  She floated for a while, feeling her hum and pulse. Several thoughts passed through her mind, but if she tried to bring them into focus, they’d take flight like birds from a tree. Her body refused to move, and so all she could do was stare slack-jawed at the wall, waiting for her new reality to set in.

  As awareness came back to her, she felt rhythmic movement against her back. It was the rise and fall of Erik’s chest. He held her in a tight, possessive embrace, his arms wrapped around her torso and his legs clamped around her legs. She knew that he wouldn’t be holding her like this if he hadn’t already climaxed, but she could still feel his hard, solid length buried deep inside of her.

  “Did you bite me again?” she asked as she noticed a throbbing pain at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

  His voice was dark, husky, and unrepentant. “Twice.”

  “You’re always making me bleed,” she muttered.

  His hand gripped her chin. He turned her head to the side so that she could look up at him. “Bite me.”

  She searched his face for traces of humor, initially assuming he was joking or being cheeky again, but he looked dead serious.

  “You want me to,” she swallowed, “bite you?”

  Releasing her chin, he moved his hand to his throat. He ran a calloused finger over a patch of flesh above the base of his neck. “Right here.”

  Astrid tried to sit up, but Erik’s legs held hers in a vice grip. He growled his displeasure, and she realized that the sound no longer frightened her.

  “How do you expect me to bite you if you won’t let me turn around?”

  Erik considered this, and then sat up, bringing Astrid with him. He maneuvered her in his lap, careful to ensure that he remained inside of her. He placed her legs on either side of him so that she was straddling him. The position may have made her feel in control, if he didn’t dwarf her even while sitting.

  He tilted his neck to the side. “Bite me.”

  Astrid scratched her head. “Is this some sort of mating thing?”

  He appeared thoughtful. “I’m not sure. I don’t think so.”

  “Then why do you want me to do it?”

  “I want to know what it feels like.”

  “You’ve never been bitten before?” she asked, arching a brow.

  His lips curved. “Not by you.”

  Astrid looked away from his face and fixed her gaze on his chest. She could feel her stomach flipping again and she didn’t like it, not one bit.

  “How do I know you won’t freak out and attack me? I mean, a few days ago you didn’t even want me putting my mouth near your penis and now you want me to bite your neck?”

  “You weren’t my mate then.”

  “I’m not your mate now.”

  “Bite me,” he repeated. “Or I will bite you. And you will not enjoy it.”

  She cast him a sour look. “I never enjoy it.”

  “You did earlier. When I bit you, you screamed my name and then you came so hard—”

  Astrid placed a hand over his mouth.

  Had she really done that? She didn’t think he would lie about that and she definitely couldn’t ask him, otherwise she’d have to admit that he had quite literally fucked her brains out. Rather than drive herself crazy with speculation, Astrid straightened her spine, leaned in, and bit down on his neck.

  Erik groaned and flexed his hips, reminding her that he was still inside of her. “Harder.”

  She complied, biting down until she could feel her teeth about to break through the skin. The strange, purring sound vibrated through his chest again, and he took hold of her hips. Before he could start manipulating her body again, she took the reins, rocking her hips against him. Though she knew it wouldn’t last, it felt good to be in control for a few moments, and she was once again struck by how little the pain bothered her.

  “What is this?” she murmured against his skin. “Why does it feel so good?”

  No longer bound to her hips, Erik’s hands were free to explore her body. One held a fistful of her curly hair, while the other was massaging one of her breasts.

  “It’s the mating thrall,” he said, as though it explained everything.

  Her eyes fluttered shut as she focused on the sensation of his thick member sliding in and out of her. “But why—how is it affecting me? I’m not a wolf.”

  “You’re my mate.”

  “You keep saying that.”

  “You keep forgetting it.”

  “What does—?”

  “Bite me again,” he commanded.

  She bit down on his neck, this time hard enough to break skin. She’d done so mostly to shut him up, but as his blood filled her mouth, her body began to tingle. Erik’s grip on her hair tightened and he dug the heel of his palm into the back of her neck, preventing her from moving her head. She swallowed his blood, expecting to gag, but instead her body flushed with heat and she sucked, taking in another mouthful of coppery liquid.

  Erik took back control, seizing her hips and moving them in ways she had not known were possible. It felt incredible, but part of her wanted him to throw her onto her knees and take her from behind again. The way that they were, chest to chest, face to face, it felt too intimate.

  When she climaxed, she half expected to lose herself again, but it was normal. At least, as normal as her orgasms with him could be. When the euphoria passed, she became distracted by Erik’s handsome face. She’d caught glimpses of him during sex before, and his expression always fell somewhere on the spectrum of wild abandon and steely determination. But this time, his brows were drawn together and his teeth were bared. He looked angry and frustrated.

  On impulse, Astrid guided his head down to hers and kissed him. She’d meant for it to be a quick, reassuring, and calming gesture, but it turned into anything but. His bottom lip felt too perfect, and she couldn’t resist running her tongue along it. When she did, Erik’s mouth parted in an invitation she had not expected and could not deny. As her tongue moved with his in a primitive dance, she found herself caught in the crosshairs of the intimacy she’d tried so desperately to avoid.

  As he poured himself into her, Erik held onto her so tightly that for a moment she couldn’t breathe. She wasn’t afraid because she trusted him not to hurt her, and she was right. When he finally loosened his grip, she inhaled deeply and then went lax against his chest. She listened to the sound of his heart beating, unsure if she wanted to get up and run as fast and as far as she could, or if she wanted to put her arms back around him and go again.

  CHAPTER TWO

  “Erik?”

  “Hm?”

  He was nuzzling the top of h
er head again, only this time, it was different.

  Everything is different.

  Before, when he nuzzled against her, or stroked her, or caressed her, it had always seemed like a means to an end, something he did to butter her up and wear her down so that he could get inside of her with minimal protesting. It had been manipulative, and she’d known it, but she’d allowed it because she’d secretly enjoyed having the big, bad, and sexy werewolf toy with her body.

  “Do you remember the night in the cave?”

  “Every night is a night in a cave,” he said absently. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

  She would have smiled if she weren’t having an internal crisis.

  “The night you asked me, no, the night you told me that we’d be mates. You said it wouldn’t change anything between us.”

  His only response was a noise of affirmation.

  “And you don’t feel that anything has changed between us since then?”

  Everything has changed.

  He was rolling one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “What does it matter?”

  “It matters because—wait, can we have this conversation when you’re not inside of me?”

  They were lying side by side again, after what must have been their fourth or fifth mating session. She should have felt completely wiped out, but she wasn’t even hungry anymore, let alone tired. She felt like she could keep up this pace for hours, and might have even been inclined to try if not for her full bladder and tumultuous emotions.

  Erik lifted his head to stare down at her blankly.

  “I am not done yet.”

  “We can’t stay like this forever,” she said, pursing her lips.

  He shook his head. “Not forever. Only a few days.”

  “A few days?” she repeated.

  “The nights as well,” he clarified.

  “Well, sorry to throw a wrench in your plans, but I have to use the bathroom.”

  “You are not washing my scent off.”