by Mikea Howard
Again and again and again. Sobbing, not because of pain, but because she truly was sorry for displeasing him. She never wanted to displease him again. As though reading her mind, or she may have even mumbled it out loud, Dom dropped the flogger to the ground.
She heard the metal teeth separating as he unzipped his pants, followed by the rustle of fabric as his pants appeared at his ankles. He whispered, “That’s my girl. I know you don’t . . .” Then he slid his cock into her and she sobbed again, this time for joy.
Pumping in slow strokes at first, with hands on her hips he moved into a more consistent pace. The bench kept her from being pushed away when he thrust causing his balls to slap her tender clit. Sadie lost herself in the sensation. Her coming orgasm’s heat built, and she let it creep over her. Sliding his hands to her ass, he began kneading at already sensitive cheeks, speeding up the pace of his thrusts. The pressure threatened to push her over the edge.
Domek must have sensed its pending arrival commanding, “Come for me, Sadie. Serve me now by coming.”
As she cried out, her inner muscles spasmed around his cock, milking him.
Dom groaned. “To hell with the fates, mated or not, you are mine, and I’m keeping you.” Joining her off the precipice, he kept his cock buried deep within as his seed spilled out. Folding his body over hers he nuzzled her neck.
“Full Moon, woman, you do please me. So damn much.”
Placing a soft kiss behind her ear as he straightened, he eased his cock out, and pulled his pants back up. Domek came around and untied her wrists first, followed by ankles. Removing the ropes with gentle fingers, her alpha rubbed every area the binding touched, placing a soft kiss on each limb before setting it down. He stood up behind her, and like when she untied her boots, collared her neck with his fingers, sliding the other arm around her chest pulling her against him. Holding Sadie there, secure against him, an unexpected sensation flowed over her.
Her heart felt protected, wrapped tight in a warm fist. Finally safe here, with him.
Chapter 23
Sadie woke to Domek’s scent. While she knew he no longer rested in bed, whiffing his presence on the pillow and comforter provided a ghost of him. Her body ached. So sore, blessedly sore from being well loved.
Not that she knew, but she always imagined one should ache with bliss after a night with their mate. Up to now, nights with her mate did not leave any pleasurable memories. Banishing thoughts of Eridon, she rolled over to caress where her alpha’s head had rested. Sadie encountered a note written by the one who recently vacated that spot.
Little rabbit,
Breakfast is warm in the oven for you. I had to go do some research before work. I can’t wait to see you tonight.
Alpha
She smiled, replaying last night. After her punishment, Domek tucked her into his bed, but he woke two more times to make love, or at least in her mind they made love. Although having little comparison with past experiences, it still felt like more than just sex. In the slow rocking movements of the darkened room, neither of them spoke, but it felt like they shared everything with each other. Or it could just be that Sadie carried a torch, couldn’t get enough of him, and was over the moon at hearing him say he wanted to keep her.
She slowly maneuvered out of bed in search of the toast, steak, and eggs left by him. Ensuring every ember went out the way Kara taught her, she pulled the plate, piled high with food, out and placed it on the counter. Without moving to go sit at the table, Sadie stood in place and ate every speck in, she assumed, two minutes. Eyes closed, she sighed, belly full with the best, most satisfying breakfast . . . Ever.
Stopping off at beta’s house to pick up everything left behind from the city excursion she also made sure her friend forgave her.
“I’m so sorry, Kara. I knew I needed to save my dad, but I hadn’t imagined how it would affect you or anyone else. I’ve only ever had to be concerned with myself and Pop. I take full responsibility for my negligence in not taking you and our friendship into consideration when I decided to sneak out of the enclave. I just don’t know how to fully express how sorry I am.”
While she couldn’t adequately explain the absolution she gained last night, not only from Dom but from herself, she knew Kara understood as she grabbed Sadie and gave her a tight hug and beaming smile. “All is forgiven. Yes, I was sick with worry, but I understand the concern you had for your father’s safety with that rat bastard Eridon still running wild.”
The weight of her guilt lifted as she replaced it with the weight of the bag she’d filled in her shop. Throwing it over her shoulder, she bid Kara farewell as she headed off to the smith’s shop.
Smitty, happy at seeing her enter, had minimal jobs waiting this morning. Sadie suspected that Domek had a hand in that, so asked if she could focus on projects for the pups after finishing those tasks. He, of course, had no problem with that. While working on tubing and dismantled gun parts, creating toys, Smitty looked over at it.
“That’s interesting.”
When she tested the first prototype, he laughed. “Well that’s different.”
Making much needed toys for kids filled her with joy. She couldn’t wait for their reactions. At shift’s end Sadie headed off toward the daycare center with newly made presents in tow.
Since her afternoon co-worker needed to be elsewhere, she was relieved that she had a plan and could manage it on her own. Baptism by fire as Kara would say. Sadie served lunch, followed by a story and naptime; precisely like every other day. She couldn’t wait to show the kids their new toys when they woke up though. She filled that time with busy work, waiting for her wards to stir, all the while giddy with excitement.
Domek’s research once again hit a wall. None of these books in the enclave library had anything about how a mating could be just partially complete. This couldn’t be the first time this had ever happened, could it? Only one person had been around before the Diesel War, Matus, Blue Wolf’s old healer. He’d have tomes at home older than any books found here. Besides, if relevant information couldn’t be found in a book, perhaps the old wolf alone would have answers. The healer had asked for some forest flora, and he needed to deliver it anyway.
While walking back Domek ran into Marek. Since their recent encounter with the rogue, his beta had taken most enforcers out to track Eridon’s new movements. As long as that rogue remained near Blue Wolf territory, he presented an issue. If he moved in any closer they would run the psychopath off, or with any luck, subdue and capture him.
He’d stressed ‘capture’ several times as this beta’s natural reaction to finding him could have fatal consequences for Sadie. Marek meant ‘God of War’, an apt name for his personality. He loved battling, with words or might and often lamented that he hadn’t been born eighty years earlier, to single handedly end the Diesel War. But thank Gaia their topic of discussion didn’t lead that way . . . this time.
Marek’s face twisted, growling, “He’s up to something, Dom. That nose rotting rogue Eridon is up to something!”
“I see you have advanced to stating the obvious,” Domek replied, never stopping his quick stride.
“No, not his usual ‘up to something’. But, ‘up to something’.”
“Oh! Up to something. Yes that clears it all up.” Shoving Marek, he threw him off balance. “Perhaps you could be less vague, War Monger.”
“Wow, Dom, your new pet names need some serious work. That’s sad, even for you old wolf.” Marek attempted a similar shove back. Domek stood strong giving as much as a brick wall. “But I’m serious,” Marek continued. “We tracked Eridon’s scent to a cave a few miles from here . . . his wasn’t the only scent. Other rogues from Eureka and machines, enough so the area reeked so bad of diesel we had to head back, or suffer losing our ability to smell all together.”
This news stopped Domek
dead, his hand on his office door demanding, “How many others?”
“That’s the tip of god’s antlers, Dom. Their scent was primarily city stench, barely any animal left. We couldn’t determine how many because they almost smelled the same.”
“Minimal animal scent? That means old rogues with minds even crazier from exposure than Eridon.” Domek threw open the door heading for his desk. “It figures the bastard would trick other wolves into becoming his allies.”
“I don’t even know if they’re all wolves. There were some other faint smells we couldn’t place. That’s why I found you. You’re still alpha, right?”
Domek gave Marek a sidelong glance followed by an eye roll. “You finally got balls big enough to fight me for my rank? Or does Kara still have them packed away as your mating gift?” As Marek attempted to shoot back a retort, Domek waved him off in the other direction. “Get your team back out there. Scout everything around it. I want to know what direction those machines travel, and descriptions of any other rogues spied coming or going.”
Marek left without another word. Domek opened the redwood box behind him, pulled out Matus’s satchel, and headed out the door. Closing it, something caught his attention. He tipped his head, tuning in on a ruckus down the hall. Shouting came from the pup’s daycare.
Was that something breaking and the cry of Balan, Grahm's youngest? Domek took off at a run.
He reached the daycare in seconds. Glancing around their open play area he found it empty. Cries rang out again, from inside the daycare’s main office. Reaching for the door sobbing sounds passed beneath it. No wait, not sobbing . . . laughing. That deep belly guffaw that takes your breath away, making you gasp between bouts of body shaking. Above it, an exquisite sound echoed through the air. One that rose over a cacophony of pups, flowed out, and slid up like a hand caressing his cock.
She was laughing. Domek threw the door open, anxious to view Sadie in the throes of pure joy. But the scene that played out in the room, drove him into an instant rage.
“What is the meaning of this?!” Domek bellowed.
Pups froze, with their jaws dropped wide open. Some even appeared to have wet themselves, moisture darkening their clothes.
His eyes, filled with fire, stared at her as she struggled at holding his gaze. Sadie’s face strained as she seemed to fight every urge to lower her eyes, but his dominance won out and they dropped.
“Pups, drop them now and leave us!”
Clanking of metal toy guns falling filled the room, followed by small feet scurrying out. As soon as the last one bolted out, he slammed the door shut, locked it, and stalked toward her. Domek modulated his voice low, almost quiet, as he tried to control blinding fury.
“Who gave them these blasphemous toys? Did you do this? How dare you bring such things into our enclave!” She just stood there, eyes averted. He barked, “Answer me.”
“They’re only toys,” Sadie whispered, barely audible. Clearing her throat, she straightened her spine, continuing louder, “They’re only toys. The pups loved them . . . besides they could use some actual toys to play with. You treat the children like future warriors, born just to work for you . . . you and your Nattie beliefs!”
“What’s next, Sadie? Do you also plan on teaching them that they should alter the bodies Gaia gave them with mecha parts?”
He knew it had been a low shot to bring Eridon into the argument, but in his anger it could not be stopped.
“Of course not!” Sadie shouted. “But your world will not end if pups learn to play with toys!”
She emphasized her point by aiming the toy tommy gun at him, and pulling the trigger. Ice-cold water hit him square in the chest. He sputtered incoherently gaping down at a now soaked shirt, causing Sadie’s guffaw. Covering her mouth she attempted to stop her laughter, but couldn’t. The rumpus from just moments before reignited so hard she wrapped an arm around her belly, gasping for air.
It seemed his booming voice had not caused pups to wet themselves. He’d been so preoccupied with the fact they had toy dieselhead guns that he hadn’t noticed their shirts dripped with water. Somehow, in his anger, he’d also missed how Sadie’s white blouse, also wet, clung across her chest. Nipples hard, chilled from cool water, were visible through the soaked, and now transparent fabric.
Get a grip Dom! What she’s done is serious. You don’t have time for this.
“You do not treat your alpha this way.”
Taking a step toward her, he reached out, ready to take the toy. Quickly lifting the gun with one hand, her other arm still pinned against her side, Sadie pulled the trigger again. This time she hit the front of his pants. Glancing at where she’d just soaked him, a hitch halted her breath, putting an abrupt end to her laughter. His obvious erection now appeared, outlined by the wet fabric’s darker color.
“Give me the gun now.”
Chapter 24
This time Domek used even more of that voice that made her knees buckle and do whatever he ordered. Sadie did her best to fight it, just like Kara would have. But the alpha had such a dominant pull on her submissive soul it proved to be torture. Standing dead still, Kara’s voice whispered in her head. Don’t move, don’t move a muscle! Prove that he doesn’t control you! Prove that you have a spine damn it.
Looking her up and down, he forced the gun from her hand, taking it into his own. He stood there a moment, glaring down at the diesel toy, and then turned it on her to pull the trigger, spraying her point blank in the chest. The action gained him the exact same response he gave her, a look of utter surprise, gaping mouth, and all.
Wolf senses perked up, she dropped to her belly as he shot again, this time missing. She grabbed the closest toy dropped by one of the kids, intending to retaliate. Before she could flip over onto her back to aim, Dom dropped his gun diving to the ground, barrel rolling until he lie on top, pinning her chest down with the weight of his body.
Grabbing both wrists, he stretched her arms out so she couldn’t complete a shot. Sadie struggled wholeheartedly, bent on spraying that smug, holier than thou face. With one minded determination, she missed something critical. His hard cock now pushed against her buttocks as she wiggled and rocked underneath him. The new skirt she wore hiked up when she raised her hips, and pulled her knees under, attempting to get out of his hold. Sadie froze, chest pressed to the floor, almost bare ass in the air. Her heart beat faster.
Domek breathed slow and deep. Pressing his chest against her back, nuzzling the space just behind her ear, he took a deep inhalation, whispering, “Honeysuckle.”
Letting both feet slide out from under herself, she straightened her legs, lowering her pelvis. The he-wolf growled in disapproval, the vibration of it coming from his chest pressed against her back. The sound rolled down her spine, and spread out from her tailbone to deep in her core. That traitorous part of herself twitched and heated in response. Sliding his hand up from her arm, he turned and pressed the side of her face down.
“I want you to stay exactly as you are. Your moment of defiance is over.”
Positioning his knees inside hers, he spread them apart as he pulled her hips back up. Forcing her legs open so wide she struggled to keep them from sliding all the way open. She instinctively flexed them in as he pressed his legs hard against her skirt, in the crease of her ass.
Domek half spoke, half growled, “Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“We’ve gone over this way too many times, Sadie. Yes, what?”
“Yes . . .” She swallowed hard fighting back the words yearning to be said out loud. So much she wanted to say mate. “Alpha.”
“I am your alpha, and you will open to me. Not just because I desire it, but because you do too.”
Domek let up on the pressure to her face, but still holding it, dragged his hand along her arm, and shoulder
. He changed the pressure to a light caress running fingertips down her ribs so the tip of his pinky brushed the fabric covering her breast’s side. Continuing along her wet blouse, he reached the crook of her waist, where the skirt met shirt. Walking his fingers in place, he gathered the base of her skirt up until he made contact with skin.
She could have sworn electricity passed from where he touched her hip right to her clit, making it throb almost painfully, begging to be stroked. Sadie got so wet it dripped onto her thigh, dampening the skirt where it pressed against his legs. Dipping his hand under the skirt’s waistband he continued around the front of her hip.
“Mmmmm, that’s my girl, following my commands. No undergarments. But you need to do better at following all of them. You’ve received three reprimands in only two days, Sadie.”
Domek moved his hand down and over to that sensitive crease where leg meets pubic mound. He began playing with the hair there, easing his fingers through, keeping strokes light, both tickling and dragging on her anticipation and desire for him to dip them into her.
He leaned his head back down placing his lips near her ear. Voice, even deeper than usual and so heavy with need he practically moaned. “Sadie, I can feel the heat coming off of your pussy.”
As he moved his hand away from her mound, and back to her leg, rebellion rolled through her. No! Dragging his fingertips halfway down, he moved them inside and ran them back up the tight space between. Stopping for just a moment at the spot where her skirt dampened with increasing desire. He was driving Sadie insane with wanting. Swallowing hard and running his digits along the moist skin, tracing her mound again he continued to tease by only brushing the hair with a light touch.
