Alpha’s Revenge

by N. J. Walters

  Sweat trickled down her temple as wetness coated her sex. Her body was hot and not even the chill of the room could cool her heated flesh. Quite the opposite, in fact. The colder air stimulated her heated body, driving her arousal to a fevered pitch.

  One touch. She was sure that was all it would take for her to explode.

  He was watching her like she was some special treat that he was savoring before he devoured her. She tilted her hips toward him, not really able to move them, stretched out as she was.

  Adrian walked back to the side of the bed. Her eyes tracked his every movement. Her senses felt heightened. Every move he made was fraught with possibilities. She had no idea what he was going to do to her. She only knew that it would involve pleasure, never pain. She’d put her absolute trust in him.

  Reaching behind his head, he gripped a handful of his shirt and dragged it over his head, revealing his tight, muscled abs and broad shoulders. The man was built. Each muscle and tendon was sculpted by years of hard, physical work. He tossed the shirt aside and reached for the button of his pants.

  She licked her lips and he toyed with the button. “Take them off.” It was her turn to give some orders.

  He raised one eyebrow at her, but followed her instructions. The button came open and the zipper slid down. His cock sprang free, hard and long and more than ready to fuck her. The plum-shaped head was dark red and wet. A pearly bead of liquid seeped from the slit as tangible evidence of his arousal.

  Adrian sat on the side of the bed and removed his boots and socks. He whisked off his pants, leaving him naked. God, he was gorgeous. Charity lost herself as she admired his perfect physique. He had an incredible body, but what drew her most was the man himself. The raw determination, the loyalty and the commitment he had to his people and their cause. He was special in so many ways.

  He crawled over her, lying between her spread thighs. He rested most of his weight on his forearms as he loomed over her. “Now, it’s time to keep my promise.”

  Chapter Ten

  The muscles in his arms shook as he braced himself over Charity, not with physical strain but with the overwhelming desire welling up from deep in his core. Her eyes were half closed, her skin dewy. There was no doubt she was ready for him. Her nipples were ripe, hard berries just waiting to be plucked and tasted. Her pussy was hot and wet. But more than that, there was her acceptance, her absolute trust. Adrian was humbled by it.

  Lifting his right hand, he skimmed his fingers over the scar that marred the perfection of her face. She didn’t shy away but met his gaze without flinching. He hated that she’d been hurt. He saw the scar as a badge of bravery, of survival. She’d have another one on her upper arm now, a symbol of her sacrifice to help bring about a new world order.

  “You are so fucking beautiful.” Adrian marveled as a flush of pink ran up her cheekbones.

  She looked away and nibbled on her lower lip. He couldn’t ignore the sensual provocation. Swooping down, he captured her mouth in a leisurely kiss. He traced her lips with his tongue before making short forays into her mouth. He loved the sweet, desperate sounds she made as he deepened the caress, the restless movements of her body, a sharp reminder she was at his mercy.

  He could spend half the night kissing her, but her arm was still sore and he didn’t want to leave her tied up for too long. He left her mouth behind and worked his way downward, spreading kisses over the delicate line of her jaw.

  She was breathing rapidly now. He could feel her pulse pounding against his tongue as he licked the tender column of her neck. Her skin was soft, her bones so much more fragile than his larger, thicker ones. He nibbled on her collarbone before shifting lower.

  He cupped the plump mounds of her breasts, teasing the taut nipples with his thumbs. A low moan of desire broke from her lips. Charity strained against her bonds, arching her chest toward him. He stared at her, enraptured by the picture of sexual desire she presented him. He needed to claim her, mark her as his.

  Leaning down, he lapped at one nipple, then the other. Returning to the first, he blew gently, cooling the heated, damp flesh. Charity gulped in a deep breath as he captured the hard nub between his lips and sucked. He could smell her arousal flowing deep from her core. It was more enticing than any perfume could ever be.

  Unable to resist the lure any longer, he kissed his way down her torso, trailing his tongue over her hipbones. Her pubic hair was wet and curly, the same brown as the hair on her head. He scooted down the bed and settled between her parted thighs. With her legs spread-eagled, he could see every sweet inch of her. The pink folds were swollen and damp. Her clit peeked out from beneath its hood, begging for attention.

  “Please.” Her voice was little more than a breath.

  Adrian touched the tip of his tongue to her clit. Her legs stiffened, the muscles in her thighs tensing as he lapped at the tender bundle of nerves. “I can’t get enough of your taste.” He slid his tongue over the slick folds, capturing her essence. It went to his head faster than the most potent liquor. He lost himself in her, tasting, licking, touching.

  He pressed one long finger into her, testing her readiness. Her inner muscles closed around him. She whimpered and moaned as he added a second finger to her channel. She cried out and her inner muscles rippled. Her orgasm continued as he slid his fingers in and out of her welcoming heat. He didn’t stop until she heaved a huge sigh and relaxed. His cock, which he’d almost successfully ignored until now, roared to life, demanding to be sated.

  Adrian sat back on his heels and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of sexual completion. He wanted to fuck Charity, but he wanted her mouth on him first. Growling, he reached down to the floor and grabbed the knife from his boot. There was no time to untie her. He slashed the bonds holding her feet and then leaned over her, cutting the ones holding her hands immobile. The leather was still wrapped around her ankles and wrists, a reminder of her submission to him.

  “On your knees.” He climbed off the bed and helped her onto the floor in front of him. He’d had this fantasy since the moment he’d laid eyes on her. “If you want me to fuck you, you have to suck me first.”

  He tangled his fingers in her curls, tugging her mouth toward his straining cock. “Taste me, Charity.”

  The floor was hard beneath her knees and Charity was very aware of the leather ties that still encased her wrists and ankles. She felt like some slave girl at her master’s feet. Strangely enough, the thought didn’t bother her. Not when it was obvious she had as much power in this relationship as he did.

  His fingers tightened their hold on her scalp as he drew her head closer. His cock was long and impossibly thick. She licked her lips as a bead of liquid seeped from the tip. His cock head was red and wet. She wanted to taste him, to pleasure him as he’d pleasured her.

  Her body was still humming from her orgasm. It had sneaked up on her and hit her hard and fast, leaving every cell in her body feeling extra sensitive and poised for a repeat performance.

  He tugged gently on her hair and she leaned forward. Using only her tongue, she licked him from base to tip, swirling around the head. He tasted musky and salty and potent. She stroked the slit in his cock head, gathering more of the liquid that seeped there.

  “Tease,” he grated out, shoving his cock toward her mouth.

  She laughed, the sound low and sexy. Adrian took advantage, pushing the tip past her lips. She widened her mouth, taking the head and several inches inside. He tensed and she could feel the sexual excitement building in him. It triggered something deep inside her and her pussy began to throb. She tried to close her legs, but he thrust one leg between them, shoving them apart. “No. You don’t come again until my cock is buried in you.”

  His blunt words sent shivers down her spine and made her pussy throb. In retaliation, she licked his shaft, feeling the pulse of the blood vessels pounding in hi
s cock.

  “More. Take more of me.” His fingers flexed in her hair, but he didn’t push his erection deeper, leaving it up to her.

  Charity cupped his balls with one hand and with her free hand, wrapped her fingers around the base of her shaft. Adrian swore long and pungent. She smiled as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard. His thighs tensed, the muscles rippling as he steadied himself.

  She glanced up at him, wanting to see his face. His blue eyes practically glowed with heat. His lips were parted as he drew in a deep breath. The cords of his neck stood out and his shoulders were rock-hard.

  “Suck,” he commanded.

  She did, sliding her mouth to the very tip of his cock before taking as much of him as she could back into her mouth. She used her teeth, scraping them over his sensitive shaft. His balls grew tighter as she rolled his sack gently between her fingers.

  “Enough.” He tugged her away, lifted her off the floor and had her flat on the bed before she could blink. The man could move incredibly fast, but he was very careful with her, conscious of her recent injury.

  Breathless, she stared up at him, feeling his scorching gaze on her front and the cool sheets against her back. Her skin tingled and her toes curled. She sprawled on the mattress, legs splayed in welcome.

  Adrian grabbed several pillows and shoved them under her lower back, raising her pussy and opening her even further for him. He knelt in position and guided his cock head to her slit, pressing slowly.

  The inner muscles of her channel tightened and then relaxed as he pushed deeper. He captured her hands in his and leaned over her. The backs of her hands hit the sheets on either side of her head. He surrounded her with his large body as he filled her with his cock.

  “So good,” he groaned when he was seated to the hilt. He was so big he filled her completely. It bordered on pain, but was all pleasure. She lifted her right leg, wrapped it over his hip, urging him closer.

  He groaned and circled his hips, grinding his erection even deeper. She gasped, feeling him so incredibly deep. He pulsed inside her and her channel tightened and relaxed, picking up the sexual rhythm.

  Adrian released her hands, shoved his arms beneath her legs and began to fuck her. Slow and shallow at first, gradually getting harder and deeper with each thrust. Sweat trickled down her temples. She gripped his wide shoulders, holding on as he pounded into her. She was so close.

  Charity could feel her orgasm building. Her breasts swayed and tingled, her inner muscles clutched him harder, tighter. He thrust deep and the world exploded. Lights flashed behind her eyes, blinding her as she tipped her head back and screamed. Her pussy rippled around him, dragging him deeper still.

  He didn’t stop. Didn’t slow down, but kept thrusting into her. Unbelievably, she felt herself coming again. Shivers racked her body. Her limbs trembled. She lost track of time as she floated on a sea of contentment.

  He was watching her intently, his face a mask of concentration and concern. Raising her hand, she touched the side of his face. He turned toward her palm and pressed his lips against the center in a kiss so sweet it brought tears to her eyes.

  Adrian was still tense. A bead of sweat rolled down the center of his broad chest and every muscle was taut, a stark reminder that while she’d had three orgasms he hadn’t come at all. Yet. That was about to change.

  She intentionally squeezed her inner muscles, tightening around him. He sucked in a breath. “I’m not going to last.”

  She was shocked he’d lasted this long. “Then don’t,” she answered softly, rocking up slightly to take him deeper. It felt so good, not just physically but emotionally as well, like coming home. She gave a small moan of pleasure as Adrian began to move. Short, shallow thrusts that sent sparks of sensation rocketing through her.

  He worked his shaft in and out of her body, his motions getting harder and faster, less controlled as he pushed toward release. She felt the telltale ripple of his cock. Every muscle in his body went taut as he tilted his head back and roared his release. His hot seed flooded her, sending pulses of pleasure through her. She shivered, and when he reached between their bodies to touch her clit, she let loose a small scream and came again.

  God, she loved this man. The way he made her feel. The way he was. His strength. His integrity. She lost herself in her orgasm, free to enjoy every second of it. Trust was a powerful thing.

  She was so exhausted, she couldn’t even muster a groan when he pulled out of her, collapsed on the bed beside her and pulled her into his arms. His fingers played over the length of leather still wrapped around her wrists and she could feel him smile as he buried his face against her temple and kissed her.

  “So, you love me?” Adrian pushed a damp curl off her forehead.

  Charity froze, her mind rewinding. She only thought the words, hadn’t said them aloud, had she? She had. As she’d orgasmed, she’d whispered the words she’d meant to hold in her heart forever. A sense of inevitability washed over her. What was done was done. It was the truth. He could deal with it how he chose.

  She shrugged, refusing to look at him. She wasn’t sure what she’d see on his face, but didn’t want to chance seeing pity, or worse, obligation. “It’s no big deal.”

  He stilled and the tension rose in the room, growing until it totally encompassed them. The relaxed, flushed sense of well-being brought on by several mind-blowing orgasms dissipated.

  “No big deal?” he repeated. He caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger and put enough pressure on it until she raised her head and looked at him. She blinked, caught by the intensity in his blue eyes. “It’s a very big deal to me.” He closed his eyes and sighed. When he opened them again, they were filled with a sense of purpose.

  Adrian brushed his thumb over her bottom lip. Her body, which she’d thought totally exhausted, shimmered to life. That tiny caress had her motor revved and ready to go again. It was embarrassing how swiftly she responded to this man. Then she felt his cock nudging her belly. He, too, was aroused. Again.

  “I don’t know what love is,” he began. She really didn’t want to hear his brush-off speech, but she didn’t have much choice. She knew Adrian and there was no way she was getting away from him until he’d had his say.

  “I know.” She wanted to tell him that she had more than enough love for both of them, but held her tongue. She wanted to make up for all the hard years of loneliness he’d lived through. Everyone depended on him. Where did he go when he was tired? When he needed someone to talk to? She tightened her jaw to keep from blurting out her thoughts.

  His fingers traced the curve of her jaw, her nose and her forehead, as though he was committing every inch of it to memory. “Then a woman stepped into my office and changed my life. At first glance, there didn’t seem to be anything special about her.”

  Charity refused to look away even though she could feel her cheeks heating. She knew she wasn’t anything special.

  “But there was a fire in her eyes that drew me. I wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you.”

  She shrugged. “Chemistry. Pheromones. Call it whatever you want. It’s sexual attraction. Biology at its most basic.”

  He inclined his head. “It was that. But it was so much more.” He drew a lock of hair between his fingers and played with it. “Your scent intoxicates me. Your courage makes me proud, yet drives me crazy at the same time. You became more important than anyone else. Than anything else.”

  The intensity of his tone made her really look at him. He was deadly serious. “I don’t understand.”

  “I know you don’t, sweet Charity.” He touched her cheekbone, running his finger over the edge of her scar. “You meant too much to me, too fast. When I thought you’d betrayed me, it was like a knife in my heart. For the first time in my life, I was unable to move, unable to function. That should be impossible. I’m an Alpha, more m
achine than man, the perfect killer.”

  She flinched as he tossed the words she’d said to her father back at her.

  “But you destroyed me.” He sighed and shook his head. “By the time I realized what you were doing, it was too late to save you. When the bomb went off.” He locked his arms around her, holding her so close she could barely breathe. “Then you stepped in front of a bullet meant for me.”

  He pushed her away as suddenly as he’d pulled her close. “Don’t you ever do anything like that again.” The expression on his face was fierce. “I’m an Alpha. I make split-second decisions and I knew from the moment I met you that you’d change my life. You fill my soul and complete me in a way I didn’t think was possible.”

  Her stomach jumped as butterflies filled her. Did he mean what she thought he did? “Adrian,” she began, but he put his fingers over her lips.

  “Let me finish.” He didn’t remove his hand until she nodded. “I’m controlling. I’m hardheaded. I’m domineering.” He gave a rough chuckle. “I don’t have much to recommend me.”

  An inner fire lighted the pale blue of his eyes as he continued. He cupped her face and leaned closer. “But you’ll never find another man who will love you like I do.” He tensed, his lips twisting into a deep scowl. “You don’t need to go looking for any other man.”

  She started to laugh. She couldn’t help herself. He looked so fierce, practically demanding she love him. His frown deepened. Charity threw her arms around him and hugged him tight. “I love you, Adrian.”

  He buried his face in the curve of her neck and breathed deep. “You’re my life.”

  They held each other for a long time. Finally, Adrian pulled back. He kissed her, his lips barely touching hers in a gentle caress. “Let’s get cleaned up.” He rolled from bed and then plucked her into his arms, carrying her to the bathroom. “Then I have some more ideas of how we can pass the rest of the night.”

  Charity laughed as she wrapped her arms around him.