The Alpha's Challenge (The Wolfes Kinfoyle) [Siren Publishing Classic)

by Raven McAllan

  “Safe word?”

  “Duh, ‘wolf,’ Sir.”

  The tap on her bare ass was as unexpected as it stung. Ari yelped.

  “No sass, pet.” He spun her around and pushed her to the door. Within seconds she was standing in his large and, thankfully, warm hallway.

  “Sorry, Sir.”

  Jacob nodded. “Thank you. Right. Head over thataway.” He nodded towards a cream-painted door. “Lounge first, playroom after. I hope.”

  So did Ari. She followed him into the lounge and let him help her sit on a large cushion in front of a big squashy armchair. Evidently they were following protocol of a sort. She tucked her legs to one side and watched him close the door, before he walked back across the room and hunkered down in front of her.

  “Are you warm enough in here, pet?” He tipped her head up in the same manner as earlier. By taking her chin between thumb and forefinger and pinching just a little bit.

  “Yes, thank you, Sir.”

  “Then I can do this.” Slowly Jacob undid the tiny buttons of her jumper and exposed her bra-less breasts. With one long finger he pushed each side of the fluffy garment apart, and then circled each nipple before pinching the hard tip. Pleasure pain shot from there to her clit and pussy, and Ari moaned her delight.

  “I love your tits.” He bent his head and sucked on each sensitive nub, over and over. It was torture. Mindful of his diktat that he hadn’t said she could come, Ari bit her lip and counted to ten backwards in her mind. Anything to stop the hot rush of arousal that filled her from spilling over.

  “Poor pet. Do you want to come?” He moved to nip her clit with his teeth, and ran his finger across her slit and dipped into her wetness. “Oh my, we do, don’t we? Are you teetering on the edge and waiting for me to let you fly?”

  “Oh god, yes, Sir.” Her voice came out needy and wanting.

  “Well, now then. You have been a good little subbie and followed orders. So…” He pinched her clit hard. “Come for me, pet. Shout your completion for me.” Before she had a chance to react he thrust two fingers into her and finger-fucked her without finesse.

  She screamed as molten lava covered her, filled her, and sent aftershocks reverberating through her body. Spots danced in front of her eyes and stars darted across her vision. “Yesssss.”

  “Oh yes. Do it again, sweet. One more for your Sir.” He continued to use his fingers to such good effect inside her, whilst he carried on with the nip and soothe of her clit, that Ari came all over again, and sobbed with the intensity of it all.

  Chapter Seven

  Jacob swore under his breath as he lifted Ari onto his lap and cuddled her. That shouldn’t have happened, not yet, but it had been oh so good to do and see. It was well past the time he needed to be open and honest with her. Firstly though, he was content to sit and cuddle her until she stopped sobbing and shaking. The intensity of her climaxes had amazed and pleased him. His pet was very responsive.

  His pet. There it was again. He thought of her as his. If she said “thanks, but no thanks,” he would be gutted. Jacob watched her move her arms under their ties and grinned to himself. As he thought, she realized how easily she could move those limbs if she wanted. The tying had been more for effect than anything, and in his mind a sign to see if she trusted him. It seemed she did.

  Eventually, Ari sniffed. “Um, I need to blow my nose, and, well.” She looked down at her bound hands and then stared at him. “I can’t.” The look defied him to disagree.

  Jacob put her down onto the space next to him in the overlarge chair. “If you say not, who am I to argue? However, I can. Here.” He took a tissue out of a box on the table. “Blow.”

  She looked at him doubtfully as he held the tissue to her nose, but did as he asked.

  “All right now?”

  “Yes, thank you, although I feel like I’m three years old again.”

  He looked at her bared breasts and then down to her wet and glistening pussy. “Really? Precocious were you?”

  “Ha ha, you know what I mean.”

  He relented and kissed the tip of her nose. “I do, and it’s my turn to apologise. Do you want me to release you? I will, although I confess the sight of you trussed up like that is a real turn on.”

  “No, I’m fine. To be honest I like it, and I know and you know I could get out of it if I wanted to. But I won’t because it makes me think I’m yours.” She bit her lip. “Would it be bratty to say when I sit on a cushion at your feet it makes me feel cherished?”

  His heart swelled. She sat so close to him he could scent her delicate perfume as well as her arousal. Both were an aphrodisiac.

  “No, it pleases me,” Jacob said honestly.

  “Then may I?” Ari tilted her head in the direction of the cushion. “Sir?”

  “It would give me great pleasure.” Jacob lifted her off the chair and set her back onto the cushion.

  She wriggled.

  “What’s wrong?”

  Ari blushed. “Um, it’s wet.”

  Jacob stood her up and looked at the stain on the linen. “Oh my, you were excited, weren’t you? That’s easily remedied.” He kicked it to one side and tossed another one in its place. “They wash.”

  “Just as well, because you’ve got me so revved up…” She grinned.

  “You’re ready for round two? Sadly it needs to wait. Can you sit down yourself?” He watched as she looked at the cushion and then at him. “Go on, pet. Show me how much you want to please me. I promise to catch you if you fall.”

  “Oh, well in that case.” Ari sniggered, lowered herself to her knees in one graceful movement and shuffled around until she could twist and let her bum rest on the cushion. “I always knew those ballet lessons would come in handy one day.”

  “See, no need of your Sir’s helping hand. But you do need to listen to my explanations of what could be.”

  “Okay.” She shifted into what he assumed was a more comfortable position for her and leaned against his legs. Her cheek rested on his knee, and she let her breath out in a gentle huff of air.

  “This is nice.”

  Jacob stroked her hair. Having this blind acceptance of him as a Dom—her Dom—was such a fillip.

  “I need to go back in time a bit,” he began. “Oh shit, hold on. Lift your head a sec.” He stood up and went to the sideboard. “You need hydrating. Here.”

  Ari’s lips quirked as he put the straw in the container to her lips. “Now I really do feel three. Did you plan this?”

  She sucked on the straw in such a suggestive manner his cock twitched under his trousers.

  “Enough. Thank you,” Ari said and gave a sigh of satisfaction. “I needed that.”

  “Hoped,” he said, as he put the mug down. “Hence the straw.”

  “Good enough. Go on, Sir.”

  He tapped her clit with the end of two fingers and she giggled.

  “Brat.”

  “Hope so. Okay, I’ll be good now.”

  “Well, as I now know you know, I’m a wolf shifter. We come into our abilities at puberty, and learn all about our heritage then. That was when I got sent away to school. I was told my role in our pack was designated at birth, and I was to be leader, the Alpha, when I reached my majority. Therefore I had a lot to learn.”

  He stroked her hair again. The contact gave him strength to continue. “I was also told that I’d know when I found my partner. Her role would be sub to my Dom, and it wouldn’t be easy. To ensure she would be mine for life I had to mark her. Nip and bite and draw blood. Both as a wolf and a man.”

  Ari gasped. “Like you nipped me?” Her voice rose on a squeak. “When you were a wolf?”

  “And when I was a man. In reality I should have told you what I was doing before I did it. I got carried away in the moment.”

  “Oops. Will you get into trouble for it? I promise not to clype on you.”

  He hadn’t heard the childhood expression for squealing on someone for years.

  “My lovely an
d generous pet. No, I won’t, not now.” Well he hoped not. Nothing was certain yet. “Because I think my pet is happy so far?”

  “Yes, Sir. Very.” She pressed a kiss to his calf. Even through the material that covered his leg her heat and warmth flooded into him.

  “Then you need to know, that each nip I gave you passed some of me and my heritage to you. Each time I come inside you it adds more. To make you truly mine with the final nips from Jacob the man and then Jacob the wolf…” he hesitated. This was it. The next few minutes would define how his life would continue.

  “Well then, pet, that will make you mine in every way possible. Woman and wolf.”

  Ari looked up at him. Her eyes were bright and she had a grin, which seemed to stretch from ear to ear. “Like I’ll shift as well? Honestly? Wow, go for it. Do you know how much I’ve envied you when I’ve sneaked my peeks from the barn? You all look so proud and confident, even those of you I reckon are subs.”

  “It’s for life,” Jacob warned her. “And it wouldn’t happen straight away. I’d need to groom you.” He snorted. “Boy, that sounds bad. Maybe to say ‘show you what’s involved’ sounds better. You’d be my partner, and my sub. But before we get anywhere near that, I have to give you a taste of human subbing for me. I’m a hard master, Ari. Harsh but fair. A bit of a sadist, if truth be told, with a penchant for bondage, flogging, and wax play. I’d push you so far you’d wonder what next, and why on earth you hadn’t cried danger much, much earlier.”

  “You reckon? Look Sir, it might have escaped your notice, though I don’t see how, but do I look worried? My pussy is just about gushing my excitement and it’s a sure bet you now have another cushion to wash. How about showing me and then letting me make up my mind? I’m a big girl. An excited ‘want to know more’ big girl. Who thinks that at last, she’s found someone to make her fly properly and in the right way. Oh and who made her mind up ages ago it would be you or no one in the role of Sir, Sir.”

  Jacob looked down into her eyes and made his mind up. “Well with a declaration like that, not only am I humbled, but as hard as a rock. Will you let me show you the first stage? Will you be my Alpha's challenge?”

  “Does it include your cock in me?”

  “Of course,” he answered her and pulled her hair hard enough to make her eyes cloud with pain. Pleasure pain, he hoped. “In more orifices than one. And a little spanking, just to give you a taste of things to come if you agree to go ahead.”

  Ari tugged her head back, and gasped as the sting on her scalp must have deepened. “Ah, that is weirdly good. Yes, Sir, teach me more.”

  “Follow me.” He didn’t look back to see if she could get up or not. If it was “not,” he reckoned she’d shuffle on her knees.

  * * * *

  Alpha's challenge indeed. There are two ways to look at that. I might be his Alpha's challenge, but just who set the challenge up? Who's challenging who here? It seemed it could be each of them throwing down the gauntlet, albeit in a different manner but with the same end in mind. Them together in some way.

  Ari stared at his retreating body and cussed under her breath. It was a lot easier getting down than getting up without use of her arms. She leaned her chin on the edge of the chair and reviewed her options. She knew enough about Doms to understand Jacob wouldn’t really have let her out of his sight, and that this was all part of the mind-game “will she sub?” scenario.

  There was no way she could get to her feet.

  Crawl it is, then. Jacob Wolf, if I scuff these boots, so help me, you’re dog meat.

  “Toe them off.”

  What?

  “Next level, pet. Remember, I can hear that. You mention me, I get the thought.”

  Oh fuck, yeah.

  “I can’t. They’ve got laces.”

  “Then you’ll need to be careful won’t you?” His tone was humorous.

  She was glad he thought it was funny. She didn’t.

  Mindful not to mention any names, Ari muttered and grumbled about men who didn’t understand the importance of hot-as-hell footwear under her breath as she shuffled on her knees towards the door. A yard or so from her destination, two leather-clad feet stopped her progress. She looked up and realised she was at eye-to-crotch level with Jacob.

  His cock was outlined hard and thick under the expensive-looking material. “I bet you wouldn’t want those trousers ruined by cum.” She blurted the words out without thinking. “Oh fuck. I mean, oh sh… Um, verbal diarrhoea. Sorry, Sir.”

  “You would be if I didn’t agree with you. Sad though it may seem, the greeting I’ll ask of you won’t be given over these trousers. I’ve already ruined a bedspread and a library book because of you.”

  That made no sense at all. Should she say sorry?

  “Up you come.” The room tilted as Jacob hauled her to stand and then lifted her into his arms. “You’ve shown me how beautifully you submit, and those fuck-me flats feature in too many fantasies to ruin them.”

  He took the stairs at a jog. Ari bounced up and down and wished she had some way of holding on. She just had to trust him. After all, wasn’t that what this was all about? Trust. It had to flow both ways. Nevertheless each time her nose hit his back she swore under her breath. She’d be in no fit state to do anything except groan—in the wrong way—at this rate.

  As they left the stairs and turned along the corridor, it hit Ari that in all the years she’d known Jacob, he’d never let her venture further than the downstairs rooms and gardens. Even the bathroom on the lower floor had everything anyone could need, including a shower, and it had an extra door, which led to a bedroom she and Jenissa had shared on occasion.

  Upstairs, it seemed, was his domain.

  Jacob stopped in front of a closed door, stood her up, and put his finger over a swipe pad.

  “Security. Only I have clearance to come in here.”

  “And me now, it seems.” She winked.

  He smiled. “Minx. Let me rephrase that. Only I can access this room. Anyone else would need to be with me.”

  Ari stared at the uninformative, bland, grey-painted door. As far as she could tell, the only difference to the other doors in the corridor was the keypad. Excitement vied with the tingle of the “what if” fear she always got in a strange situation. That thought brought her up short. There had been a lot of those situations lately, and no fear had been involved, so why now? Ari thought about it, and examined the lump lodged in her throat.

  Duh, idiot, not fear at all. Just pure climax-inducing arousal. Could she do the thigh clench rub and get away with it? She looked at Jacob and saw the challenge in his eyes. Okay, maybe not.

  “Shut your eyes.”

  Was it a sign of how far gone she was that she didn’t even think for one second before she obeyed him? Ari heard a door—the grey door maybe—open, and felt Jacob propel her forwards.

  Seven steps, she counted. Then he touched her cheek very gently, and nuzzled the nape of her neck. That was something that Ari had read and wondered about. Now that she knew just how arousing it was, she couldn’t get enough of it.

  “Open your eyes, pet.” It was a challenge once more, as well as a command.

  Ari did as he bade and knew her eyes widened to their furthest extent. She was lost for words.

  “Wolf got your tongue, pet? Do you like what you see?”

  She wasn’t sure how to answer that. “Like” was somewhat of a misnomer. Interested, excited, even bewildered. Some of the apparatus looked like nothing she’d ever envisaged for a BDSM playroom. Oh, she knew kink meant different things to different people and didn’t subscribe to the idea that “one way is the only way”, but some of the things in front of her just didn’t seem to fit, and others she had no idea what they could be used for. Apart from that, it all looked new—unused. There was none of the things she thought she’d see. No floggers or crops, no spikey wheels, and no special candles.

  “I can’t answer that,” Ari said frankly. “Seeing as I’ve no idea wha
t half of it’s for. All of my knowledge comes from reading books, nothing firsthand.”

  “I love the sound of that, pet. I’ll be your first and, I hope, only Master. Feel free to ask questions. I want you to feel comfortable, and at home here.” He gave a crack of laughter. “Maybe comfortable isn’t the right word. ‘Not scared and in the zone’ might be a better way of putting it. Hot, wet, and ready for whatever you and your Sir so desire.”

  “What’s that?” She indicated towards a long split level bench with her head.

  “Spanking bench, my style. Both benches change height and direction. Remember, I’m a wolf shifter. I may well have different ideas to human Doms.”

  “I can see that. Where’s the St. Andrew’s Cross?”

  He shrugged. “I don’t particularly like using one, but if it’s your preference, I’ll get one installed.”

  “Er, no, I don’t think so. I’ve only just got my head around the fact I’m really going to sub for you. Slowly, slowly please, Sir. I mean I know the idea of spanking and stuff has in theory appealed to me, but theory and practice aren’t always the same thing.”

  “So very true.” He growled the words and used one long finger to trace the curve of her ass cheek, and the line of the dark shadowed crease that split her buttocks. “Do you know how much my cock wants to fill you here?” He pressed his finger inside her nether hole, to tease the ring of muscles that guarded the entrance.

  “You talk about it as if it has a mind of its own,” Ari said breathlessly. The picture his words brought to mind was so enticing, she didn’t know whether to lean back on his finger and see if he broached the muscles or ask him to show her. Her juices were trickling down her thighs once more, and her thong would more than likely be dark red, rather than the bright sexy colour it should be. She moaned and pressed back.

  Jacob tapped her bare ass with his other hand and let his finger inch in a tiny bit more. Both stung in a delicious manner.

  “Behave. We need to discuss limits before we go any further. Are you un-breached there, Ari?”