Alpha's Prize: A Werewolf Romance (Bad Boy Alphas Book 3)

by Renee Rose

  The boy complies. I pour wine in a plastic tumbler. We would use something more romantic, but we can’t risk either of them using anything as a weapon against each other or us, so light plastic is the best we can do.

  The she-wolf approaches to investigate. She’s spectacular. Judging by the way our small group of elderly males tightens around the door, I’m not the only one who finds his libido has returned when faced with such a symbol of shifter fertility. She’s truly a prize. If I weren’t so old, I’d claim her as my own. Fight every member of the council to do it, too. That’s what concerns me. If she inspires Carlos too much, when we release him, he will be out for blood.

  ~.~

  Sedona

  I never really got the whole horny during the full moon thing before, but I’m crazy turned on right now. I thought only male shifters were affected. And yes, Carlos is definitely having a hard time keeping his wolf in check. I can see it shining in his eyes. The deep chocolate brown flickers with amber lights.

  “Is your wolf all black?” I couldn’t tell before, he was tearing around the room too fast.

  “Yes. Come here,” Carlos rumbles and wraps his legs around my waist, dragging me down to his body.

  I dance away from him, slipping out from his leg hold with a giggle. Lordy, I want to tussle. My wolf is coming out, too, and I need to run and be chased, to be taken to the ground and held down for my claiming.

  Carlos growls his disapproval. “Get over here.” I love his bossy tone. It’s pure alpha command. On my father or brother, it’s annoying. On him, it’s ultra-sexy.

  I slither close, and lick a line up his six-pack abs.

  A rumble of frustration sounds in his throat. “What color is your wolf, Sedona?”

  “White.”

  “Claro que si.”

  I roll my eyes. “Why of course?”

  “You really are an angel. White and pure. Nothing like me. Such lightness doesn’t belong with dark.”

  “Carlos…” I sense the weight of all that rides on his shoulders and once more I’m angry on his behalf. I run my nails over his sculpted chest. “You don’t have to be dark.”

  “No?” There’s doubt tinging the word. “I’m not sure I’ve ever known anything different.”

  I pinch one of his nipples and he growls. “Well, you’re a smart wolf. I’m sure you could learn.”

  His smile is sad, but his gaze is warm, as if I’m a kid who just said something sweet but impossibly naive, like I want to give my bubble gum to the starving kids in Africa.

  “What? Why not?” I press.

  “I wish you could show me,” he says it wistfully, like he knows he can’t keep me.

  For a moment I can’t breathe—his words strangle me. He’s right—I’m not sticking around. His problems aren’t mine. Except there’s a sharp sliver of panic running from my belly button to my solar plexus that says I don’t want to leave this wolf.

  “You don’t need me.” I force the words out past the band around my throat. “You have an MBA from Harvard. I’ll bet you have all kinds of ideas of how to modernize this place.” My words fall flat because I know lightness and dark is so much more than modernization. It’s the soul of the place, the mental state of the occupants. Something’s made Carlos believe he can’t change things. “Tell you what. You get me out of here and... I’ll write you.” Another crazy twinge in my belly at the thought of being separated.

  “You’ll send me your fairies, Sedona?”

  “Yes. Just promise you won’t show them to anyone.”

  “It will be my secret, though I’m sure I’ll want to show your talent to everyone I meet.”

  My cheeks warm. He knows just how to charm me.

  “If I honor your request, there is something you must promise me—”

  A scraping sound by the door brings my head up with a snap. A plastic plate of food appears through the little service window at the base of the door, along with a new plastic tumbler. Prison rations. Carlos uses the chains on his wrists to leverage himself to sitting, his brows puckered.

  I get up and pad over to retrieve the goods. The cup holds red wine. The plate has an array of cut fruits, crackers, cheese, and chocolate. There’s even a mashed avocado with pistachio nuts and a white crumbly cheese. Suddenly famished, I dip a cracker into it and take a bite.

  “Dinner is served.” I walk back, food and wine in hand. “See? The hospitality here isn’t so bad.”

  He mutters something in Spanish.

  “Looks like I get to feed you this time.” Proffering the wine, I scoot closer to him on the bed.

  “Uh-uh. No. Unlock me now.”

  It’s hilarious how firm Carlos is. He’ll stand me giving him a blowjob, but apparently feeding him crosses a line.

  “Sorry, Charlie.” My nipples harden as I hold a cracker with avocado dip up to his lips. There’s something hot about serving an alpha wolf in my birthday suit.

  He takes a bite, his dark-lashed brown eyes locked on my face. “I should be feeding you,” he complains, although his jutting erection proves this is hot to him, too.

  I roll my eyes. “You’re so old-fashioned.”

  He arches a brow. “Look where I grew up.”

  I pop another bite of cracker with dip in his mouth, watch his full lips as he chews.

  I kneel beside him, loving the way his eyes rake over my breasts, the hunger there. “Tell me about this place. What’s it like? How did you become alpha?”

  Clouds storm over his expression. “It’s... terrible,” he admits. “Completely isolated from the modern world. Not poor, but backwards. We have gold and silver mines, which is part of why the ancestors isolated—to keep them a secret—but the methods of mining are ancient and unsafe. Most of the pack survives on subsistence farming and low wages from the mine. We also have plots of sugarcane, a little coffee, and cacao. All the profits go to my family and the council, who live in this gran hacienda.”

  “The pack is led by the council, not you?”

  “Yes, exactly so. I don’t know how it came about, but there has always been a council that makes final decisions for the pack. The alpha is more of a figurehead.”

  “Well I think your council sucks.”

  “Indeed.” His voice is dark. I feed him a slice of an orange star-shaped fruit.

  “Why did you come back?” I think I know. He’s a natural alpha, which means he wouldn’t shirk responsibility, especially for the weak who might depend on him. But I want to hear what he says.

  “You know,”—he gives a humorless chuckle—“if it weren’t for my mother I might not have. And sometimes I’m not even sure she knows I’m here.”

  I wait for the story.

  “She suffers from dementia. She has since my father’s death. The poor woman doesn’t belong here. She was given as a gift to my father from a pack on the coast and although she loved my father, she never took to Monte Lobo.”

  “Given as a gift?”

  Carlos nods.

  “As in, forced to marry, like some medieval princess? What is this, the Dark Ages?” And I thought my dad’s dating policy was old fashioned.

  “It may as well be. Monte Lobo is a fortress against time, as well as humans. Most of the pack live as serfs.”

  “Let me guess. The council keeps it that way.” I run my hand through my hair. “This place is messed up. No wonder these assholes think they can just grab me from a beach and present me to their alpha.”

  Carlos winces. “I know it sounds barbaric to you.” His expression turns brooding. “I would never bury a woman in a life she hated.”

  I can’t tell if he’s talking about what his father did, or making a promise to me, but a chill runs across my skin.

  I take a deep drink from the cup of wine. I’m not a huge drinker, but my brother does run a nightclub. The wine is expensive. Delicious. It warms my entire body. I swallow more and bring it to Carlos’ lips.

  “What did you want me to promise you?”

  He ta
kes a sip and a drip falls down his chin.

  I lick it off, laughing when his cock bobs in response. “In exchange for my fairies,” I remind him, my voice pure seduction.

  “I don’t wish this event to traumatize you. You’re an extraordinary wolf. You have much to enjoy of life, and much to give.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Promise me, when you are free, you will not fear. You will still make your choices. Travel, like you wanted to. Forget this time. Forget me.”

  “I promise I will live without fear,” I whisper. “But, I can never forget.” Not this time. Not him. Deep down, I know it’s true. I’ve known him only a few hours, but, somehow, he’s a part of me.

  “Come here.” He lifts his chin, gaze on my lips.

  I know he wants a kiss, but I can’t resist the temptation to straddle his lap first, then slant my lips over his.

  He growls, drawing my lower lip into his mouth, taking control back, even with his wrists bound. He tastes of wine and fruit. His facial hair rubs against my face as he tilts his head and masters me with his kiss, tongue sweeping between my lips.

  My breath comes faster, liquid heat pooling between my legs. I moan and rub my clit over his erect cock. His tongue twines with mine. I wonder if these are the kinds of kisses he gives on dates and I’m immediately furious with every girl he’s had sex with. As if one of them were here now, waiting to take him away from me, I loop an arm around his neck and claim his mouth right back, pressing my breasts against his muscled chest.

  Nothing’s ever felt so right in my life. Would it be the worst thing in the world to have sex with him? He’s an alpha wolf, a magnificent lover. For a first, it probably doesn’t get any better than that. And he doesn’t harbor any illusion of keeping me. He just said goodbye, for fates’ sake.

  The wine is working its magic, along with Carlos’ tongue, slipping in and out of my mouth on the same rhythm I’m grinding over his cock.

  A wanton sound leaves my mouth. I want him. My wolf wants him.

  I look down at his cock erect between us. I shift back and grip it and Carlos breaks off the kiss. I watch him struggle with his wolf, eyes changing from chocolate brown to amber and back to brown.

  “Don’t do it,” he growls.

  I freeze. I expected encouragement. Well, he just told me to make my own choices. I line his cock up with my entrance and rub the head in my juices.

  His eyes widen, almost with panic. “Sedona.”

  “What?”

  “What are you doing, ángel?”

  I thrust my hips forward and take a half inch of his head into my channel. He’s huge and I’m tight, so there’s a momentary stretch.

  Carlos yanks on the restraints like he wants to stop me.

  “Please,” I whine. “I need this.”

  “Sedona, you’re killing me.”

  I wrench back, sitting on my heels. His huge cock waves in front of me, inviting my touch. I wrap my hand around it and he groans.

  “I want you.” I look him in the eye as I tell him. “I want this.”

  “You don’t know what you’re doing.” Sweat beads on his forehead, his breath is harsh and labored.

  “I do. You told me yourself. It’s time I start living my own life. Making my own choices. I choose you.” I lean into him. “This is happening.”

  He shuts his eyes.

  I pick up the key to the cuffs. I may have decided to get my V-card punched, but it will probably be a way better experience if he’s free, since he’s the one who knows what he’s doing.

  I start to unlock him, and his eyes snap open.

  “No,” he roars. There’s an urgency to his voice that makes my wolf sit up and listen. I have a biological response to his alpha command. My pussy turns molten, my body goes weak with submission. But that only makes me want this more. “Don’t uncuff me. You’re not safe.”

  “I don’t want to be safe,” I remind him. I’m not teasing, not brave. Not when he pulls alpha on me. But I’ve made my decision. I’m not going to let some male authority take away my choices, like I have my whole life.

  I get one of his wrists unlocked. The minute his hand comes free, he snatches my nape and yanks my mouth to his. His tongue plunges before I can catch my breath. He dominates my mouth, punishing me with a hard, demanding kiss.

  But when he breaks away, he shakes his head, his dark eyes glowing amber at the edges. “I can’t,” he pants, “—not safe.”

  But my wolf needs this as much as his. She’s decided she’s having him. My fingers tremble as I release the second wrist cuff.

  Carlos is free.

  He lunges for me. In a flash, I’m flat on my back knees spread up to my shoulders. Carlos attacks my pussy with his mouth, hungry, devouring. He sucks and nips my labia, suctions his mouth right over my clit and pulls hard.

  I scream, back bowing up on the mattress.

  Fates, yes.

  “Fuck, Sedona,” he growls, palming my ass, squeezing my cheeks firmly enough to leave marks. It satisfies me on a deep level, his intensity meets the burning need within me.

  He drags his open mouth up my belly and latches his lips over my nipple, biting before sucking it hard.

  I arch up, pussy contracting as I feel the ghost of his tongue still there. "Please," I whimper. I don't need foreplay. In fact, I’ll die if he gets me any more aroused. I need satisfaction. No tongue. No fingers. Even though I've never had a cock, my instincts scream for consummation in that way. I somehow know nothing else will do but to feel the hard length of him moving between my legs.

  Carlos pops off my nipple and shocks me to my toes by slapping the same breast he'd just pleasured.

  "Oh." I didn't even know that was a thing, but I freaking love it. "Carlos, please. I'm ready."

  He slaps my breast again. His brows are drawn low; passion, hunger, pure animal nature burns in his eyes. Anger, too, because he’s still working hard to keep his wolf in check. "You'll take whatever I give you, muñeca. I told you not to unlock me. In fact, I think a little punishment is in order.”

  Wait... what? I jerk up onto my elbows.

  He scoops me into his arms, spins around and sits on the side of the bed, draping me over his lap. His hand crashes down three times before I can wiggle my ass. “That’s for teasing me, mi amor.”

  Oh, it’s on. My wolf wants to struggle, only to feel his mastery. If we were in animal form, he’d be chasing me through the woods now, nipping my flank.

  He keeps spanking. “And this is for not listening. The cuffs were for your safety.”

  Oh lordy. My ass burns, but it feels so right. Again, it’s exactly the intensity I crave. I need this pain, need something to ease the pressure building inside me.

  Because my wolf craves the game, I kick and try to throw myself off him, but he’s quick, clamping his leg over mine and pinning my wrists behind my back. I love feeling his physical power, how easily he holds me in place for his punishment. He keeps slapping my ass. The heat his spanks produces is wonderful. Intoxicating.

  “You over-estimate my control, muñeca. You think I can give you what you desire without tearing you up?”

  Tearing me up sounds a little scary, but I do still have faith in him. He won’t lose control. Not when he cares this much about keeping me safe.

  “Fates. This ass.” I’m guessing that’s a compliment. The rich baritone of his voice reverberates in my lady parts. He slaps one of my cheeks and then the other. “It was made for spanking.”

  I shiver, the idea of real discipline at his hands making something strange slither in my belly. Wolves are, by nature, ruled by physical dominance. Swift corporal correction comes within the pack, and also between partners. Wolves heal quickly, so there’s no harm, no foul to any of it. It’s dominance played out, re-establishing who’s on top. I’ve never been afraid of it, but I never knew it would be this exciting. Sexual. Pleasurable. Or maybe it’s just this way with Carlos. Or during the full moon.

  But no, I know the thrumm
ing need between my thighs has nothing to do with the full moon and everything to do with being mastered by this sexy wolf, having my ass painted red by his large, powerful hand.

  I squeeze my thighs together, trying to ease the throb in my swollen sex. Carlos spanks me with a steady beat. As the pain begins to set in, I squeeze my bottom and writhe over his lap, trying to dodge the slaps. “Carlos,” I gasp. My ass tingles and burns.

  “Sedona.” His deep voice is still rough. He catches the back of my thigh, where the flesh is more tender.

  “Oh!”

  His erection juts into my hip, torturing me with its closeness, as I tortured him earlier.

  “Please,” I plead.

  His spanking hand fists my hair and he pulls my head up. “You think I have any control when you’re wiggling this juicy ass all over my lap?”

  “More,” I gasp hoarsely.

  He growls, a rich sound that rumbles in his chest and sends my toes curling. When he starts to spank again, the slaps fall even harder, but my flesh, already warm and tingling, seems to welcome the blows. I still squirm under the onslaught, my better instincts trying to avoid the pain, even as my baser ones welcome it.

  “Carlos.” Need threads my voice.

  “That’s right, beautiful. Say my name.” He catches the back of my other thigh, making me cry out. “Say it again.”

  “Carlos!”

  He picks up both the speed and intensity of his slaps, so the blows fall one after the next, stinging and smarting every inch of my bottom.

  “Ouch, Carlos! Ow, please! Oh... oh!” It’s too much and not enough all at once. I lift my bottom to greet his hand, part my thighs, moisture dripping from my wanton pussy.

  “Please what?” He’s panting as hard as I am.

  I kick my feet and hump his lap, wild for something more, something less, for everything.

  He pauses, then gives me one more hard slap and pulls me up to sit on his lap, facing away from him. He parts his knees, dragging my legs, which were tangled over the tops of his, wide. “You still want more, Sedona?” His breath is scorching hot on my ear. “You’re going to get this pussy spanked.” He wraps a firm arm around my waist and brings his hand down between my legs.