Enslaved by the Alpha: Part Four

by Rivard, Viola

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  “You can put me down now,” Astrid said, though it was more out of habit. She was actually quite comfy.

  Having her face buried in Erik’s neck had served to shield her from the prying eyes of the pack as they passed through the main room. She had peeked around in hopes of catching a glimpse of her dog Noona, but neither the husky nor her new best friend Halley were anywhere to be seen.

  “If I put you down, you’ll only lag behind,” Erik said.

  Now that they were back in the den, his rich, accented voice sent sparks of anticipation tingling down her spine. They hadn’t been intimate since before leaving for Siluit, and she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t been yearning for him.

  “I don’t know where you’re taking me,” she said, stretching her arms. “But will there be food? I’m hungry.”

  “You are always hungry.”

  “Because you starve me,” she countered. “Maybe if you fed me regularly—ooooh!”

  Astrid squirmed from his hold as the air became warm and humid. She spun on her heel, her chest nearly bursting with excitement as she saw where he’d brought her.

  Steam wafted off the surface of the water, making it appear much hotter than it actually was. The spring water would have been considered chilly by Florida standards, but after experiencing the Nunavut winter, the room might as well have been a sauna.

  She scrambled towards the water, eagerly shedding the layers of her clothes as she did so. By the time she made it to the water’s edge, she was wearing nothing but her panties. She glanced back at Erik and suppressed a grin as she caught him hungrily eying her breasts. Though the pelt he wore was large and heavy, she could easily make out the bulge of his erection beneath the fur. His blatant desire made her daring, and she stopped short of diving into the pool, approaching him in slow, meandering steps.

  She placed a hand on his cheek, which sported several days worth of beard growth. Facial hair had never been a particular turn on for her, but on Erik it served only to accentuate his already criminally good looks. It made him appear rugged and exceptionally masculine, yet when she ran her fingers across the hair, she found that it was soft and begging to be stroked.

  As her fingers danced over the plane of his cheek and the sharp ridge of his jawline, she stared into his eyes. Danger flickered in the blue flames, but it only served to embolden her. So many times, the alpha had dominated her. It wasn’t only sexual. While he seemed to be making somewhat of an effort to be considerate, Erik still controlled nearly every aspect of her life.

  It was the point she kept coming back to. Erik was bigger and stronger than her, and in this world, those were two of the only things that mattered. Struggling against him was futile and defying him, while occasionally entertaining, was ultimately pointless as well. If she was ever going to get a real edge over him, she’d have to play dirty.

  She trailed her hand down his corded neck and hooked a finger under the pelt he wore. A gentle tug was all it took to send it falling to the ground and exposing his nude form. Dark springs of hair peppered his hard chest and the rigid stacks of muscles that made up his abdomen. She knew that she’d only have seconds before he pounced her, and she had to tear her gaze from his glorious chest and focus her attention lower.

  Thick arteries fed an overabundance of blood to his solid erection, making the skin appear painfully stretched. Without preamble, she dropped to her knees and grasped his shaft. A bead of clear liquid gathered at the tip, and she leaned in to lick it up with one quick sweep of her tongue.

  She wasn’t sure what she expected, but Erik’s reaction caught her completely off-guard. He staggered back, putting several feet of distance between them. His blue eyes were wild with shock, anger, and something else she couldn’t readily ascertain.

  “What are you doing?” he growled.

  Astrid fumbled for an answer. “I’m not sure—well, I know what I’d planned on doing, I’m just not sure why I was doing it…”

  Because you thought you’d gain points with Erik by going down on him, said a scathing voice inside her head.

  Reaching for an adequate excuse, she said, “I guess I mostly wanted to see if you’d fit.”

  It wasn’t exactly a lie. When she’d been staring down the length of his absurdly large phallus, she’d also been mentally calculating how much she could squeeze inside of her mouth—and puzzling over how’d he’d ever managed to fit inside of any other part of her. How had she ever managed to walk again when he’d been done with her?

  “In your mouth?”

  Admittedly, Astrid had said many stupid things to the alpha during the weeks she’d been stuck with him. Up until that point, he’d seemed to take her quirkiness in stride, either ignoring or overtly humoring her. But for once, he seemed genuinely incredulous, which in turn made Astrid equally incredulous.

  “Well, yeah. I suppose it’s a bit uninspired of me, but I thought you’d at least… Wait, no,” she crossed her arms in front of her. “I don’t care if you’re not human, every male on the planet likes getting head, so you’re not going to make me feel like an idiot for trying to go down on you.”

  “Why would I let a female wrap her teeth around my cock?”

  “Why… What?” Astrid took a step forward, approaching him cautiously. “Are you saying you’ve never had a woman go down on you?”

  A glare was her only response.

  “No way,” she whispered, looking him up and down. “You’re like the unicorn of hot guys. Why not? Are you really afraid that someone would bite you?” She paused to chuckle. “I suppose for you, that might actually be a legitimate concern.”

  She closed the distance between them, excitement fluttering in her chest. “Let me do it.”

  “No.”

  “I won’t bite.” She opened her mouth to display her teeth. “Even if I did, it wouldn’t hurt much. See? No fangs.”

  His upper lip curled with distaste. “I am not going to waste my seed in your mouth.”

  Astrid had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing again.

  “I think it’s a safe bet that you’ll make more. All I’m asking is that you try it once, and if you don’t like it, you don’t have to have it again.”

  And there it was. She was officially using the same logic her parents had used to convince her to try eggplant.

  “If you try to bite me—”

  Astrid put a finger over his mouth. “Believe me, if I bite you, you’ll like it. Now lay down, it’ll be easier for me that way.”

  She thought he had capitulated, but Erik remained still and cast her a wary look.

  “Let me do this for you, and you can do whatever you want with me.”

  Though he appeared intrigued, the alpha remained obstinate. “I can already do whatever I want with you.”

  Cheeky.

  He bent to pick up his pelt from the floor, and then stepped past her. She let out a small sigh, her confidence deflating. So much for getting an edge.

  I’m pretty sure that if you can’t even convince him to let you give him head, the situation is pretty hopeless.

  A heavy thump startled her into jumping. Astrid turned to see Erik lying on the floor atop his pelt. He propped his head up with one hand, while the other was wrapped around his full manhood. And he was watching her expectantly.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Erik felt uneasy as the human settled down beside him. Of all the lines he had crossed in the past few days, this one felt the most incongruous with his nature. Perhaps it was because the other decisions had come to him gradually, or at the very least, in stages. This had been thrust on him all at once, and he’d had no time to work through his ambivalence.

  He should have ignored her entire line of questioning and mounted her on the spot. Had he done so, they could have avoided all of this. He could have been taking his release inside of her at this very moment. But this thing she insisted on doing, it seemed so fruitless.

  Rationally, Erik knew that the
odds of putting a pup in her were next to none until her fertile time came, but his wolf still craved the feeling of being buried in her heated passage and climaxing deep within her.

  And yet he had to admit, he was…curious.

  Erik was not ignorant. He knew that other males enjoyed having themselves enveloped in a female’s mouth. But he was not among them. He did not care to engage in any activity where part of the thrill was knowing that he could have his cock bitten off at any moment.

  However, the human did have a point. Her teeth were dull and her jaw was incapable of exerting the level of pressure necessary to do any real damage. At least, not faster than he could do damage to her.

  An image of his clawed hand around her throat, squeezing the life from her fragile body, made his stomach churn. The thought of harming her was inordinately repellant, and he was so absorbed in his disgust that he hardly noticed her scrutinizing his cock.

  He was jolted back into awareness when she took hold of his cock, wrapping her hand around the base of his shaft. He had always been exceptionally large, but her small hand made his erection appear massive. His nausea subsided as his chest swelled with masculine pride.

  She bent down, and with her free hand, she cupped his testicles. Unaccustomed to such handling, Erik sucked in a breath. She wet her lips and then closed her mouth over the head of his cock. After the initial rush of apprehension, he decided that it felt good. Not spectacular enough to warrant the risk, but also not unpleasant.

  Then, she began to use her tongue.

  Erik’s abdomen clenched as the tip of her tongue began to flick at the underside of his cock. He felt another strong pulse of hot blood rush to his pelvis and his hand grasped at the pelt, claws tearing into the rough hide.

  Her tongue flicked back and forth in a simple, repetitive motion over a tiny patch of skin. By rights, it should have felt good, but not so good that he already wanted to come. He fought back the urge, and just when he thought he’d gained a modicum of control, she did something that felt even better. She drew her tongue around the ridge where his shaft met the head of his cock, and began to swirl it in maddening circles. His back arched, and he heard himself snarl.

  The animalistic noise only served to spur her on, making her tongue move faster. Then her hands began to move, one pumping his shaft, the other massaging his testicles. The alpha’s mind went blank, and he watched her work with rapt fascination as his pleasure rose to a rapid peak. A cold sweat broke out over his skin as he forced himself not to grab her by the hair and take control. In a moment of startling clarity, he realized that he was not the one in danger. Although she held his reproductive future in her hands, it would be all too easy for him to snap. With his inexperience, he could easily harm her in the frenzy.

  She’s so frail.

  A heat wave flared across his skin, fire pooling at the base of his cock. He felt his testicles draw up, a moment later, hot liquid surged. He let out a howl as his vision blurred and his body began to spasm. She took everything he had to give her and then sucked out all that remained. The sensation was the purest form of bliss.

  Had she claws or a weapon, she could have attacked him right then, and Erik would not have been able to react in time. His body momentarily spent, he lay prone on the floor, staring up at her as she moved to straddle his hips.

  Remarkably, his cock was still rock solid. She slid onto it, encasing him in her heat. He was still hypersensitive from his climax, and although her folds were wet and slippery, he hissed in surprise and discomfort. The sound was drowned out by her long moan. Her head arched back and her eyes shut as she savored the descent.

  The sight of her enjoying his cock invigorated Erik. She placed her hands on his abdomen and began rocking her hips in a slow, rhythmic motion. He relaxed a bit, taking in the sight of her amble breasts bouncing up and down. Her taut nipples drew his attention and he wet his lips. He wanted to take them into his mouth, to nip and suck at them, to tease them until they were flushed red. But Erik was too large and the human too small for him to be able to manage that in their current position. Instead, he reached up, and in turn took each of her breasts into his calloused hand. He grasped and pinched the soft mounds, handling her in the rough way that he knew she enjoyed.

  Soft noises of pleasure turned into throaty moans as she began gyrating faster. The encounter soon turned into another exercise in restraint as the need to thrust returned. He held back, allowing her to use his cock as she needed it.

  Erik had never fucked like this before. He always took the lead and had never permitted a female to be on top, lest she start to think she was above him. But there was something disarming about the human. Substantially weaker than him, she couldn’t possibly dominate him, and perhaps that was why it gave him such a thrill to see her on top. He could experience the pleasure of relinquishing control, without actually jeopardizing his dominance.

  He had never fully come down from the high of the first climax, so when the second one came, it took him by surprise. One moment he was enjoying the friction of her hips grinding against his, and the next his body went rigid. As the shock of his orgasm hit him, his hand clenched her breast, claws nicking her soft skin. Either unaware or acutely pleased, she joined him in climax. Her inner walls tightened around him, as though trying to wring him dry.

  She collapsed onto his chest. Erik held her still, groaning as his seed pulsed into her. When he finally felt as though he could move, his fingers found their way to her hair. He pulled a few sweat-dampened coils back from her face, curling one around his index finger.

  As they lounged like that, it felt like time was standing still. While they remained in the space between present and future, nothing outside of the room existed for Erik. There was only the sound of dripping water, the smell of sex, and the heat that flowed between them. His life was changing at a furious rate, yet he felt unnaturally calm and at ease.

  “So…” she drawled. “What did you think?”

  He wasn’t sure where to begin.

  “Another female would have never dared to do the things you did,” he mused. “For one so convinced she’s my slave, you certainly take many liberties.”

  Her finger traced circles on his chest. “So long as I’m not in control of my fate, I am a slave. But…it’s not all bad. I like this. Correct me if I’m being presumptuous, but it seems like we have really good sexual chemistry.”

  She kept talking, but Erik began to tune her out. While he sometimes enjoyed conversing with her and often found himself listening to her ramblings, he couldn’t possibly listen to her all of the time. If he did that, he’d never have a moment inside his own head.

  But as Erik was contemplating whether to bathe and then mate again, or mate again and then bathe, something she said seized his attention.

  “It’s so liberating to be able to have sex with someone that I don’t care about.”

  Was she referring to…him?

  “What?”

  “Oh, wow, you were actually listening.” She propped her chin up on his chest and smiled. “I was saying that it’s nice to be able to enjoy sex without having to worry about falling in love.”

  Erik felt offended, though he wasn’t sure why. Before reason could get the better of him, he asked, “You don’t worry about falling in love with me?”

  She patted his chest. “Don’t worry, I’m not that type of girl. I’m sort of glad that I met you. After my divorce, I was terrified of having sex with anyone. The only person I’d ever slept with was my husband. I was so sure that I’d turn into a lovesick puppy dog over the first guy who threw me a bone.” She snorted. “Get it? A bone?”

  Erik didn’t care to figure out what she was laughing at. He rolled her off of him and stood. He had difficulty getting a handle on his thoughts as he climbed into the water. She started talking again, but this time, he tuned her out completely.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  “These are your friends?” Astrid asked under her breath.

  Sabine
smirked. “They can hear you.”

  Face hot, Astrid forced a smile at the intimidating group. When she had asked Sabine if they could hang out with her friends, Astrid had envisioned a group of females similar to Ila but with less air between their ears. What she hadn’t expected was a band of surly beta males that looked like they could have been extras on the set of 300.

  There were eight men in total, all large, jacked, and staring at Astrid as though Sabine were presenting her on a dinner platter. One of them was in his wolf form, and Astrid recognized the muscle-bound, silvery wolf as Sylvestre. He lay behind the others, quietly dozing. The rest were unfamiliar and wholly unwelcoming.

  “Tu fais quoi, Sabine?” groaned an amber-eyed male. In heavily accented English, he asked, “Are you trying to get us killed?”

  “Don’t be absurd,” Sabine said, waving a hand back and forth. “Erik left her in my care. He does not expect me to sit alone with her all day. No offense, Astrid.”

  “None taken,” she said awkwardly.

  Erik had kept Astrid busy for several days, spending all of his free time inside of her. She’d be lying if she said she minded, but lately he had been more withdrawn than usual. It was almost impossible to engage him in conversation, and it hadn’t been until then that she realized how much she relied on talking with him to keep herself sane.

  While Erik was preoccupied with his duties as alpha, Astrid divided her time between working on Ila’s dress—usually while wrestling silk fabric from the jaws of Halley and Noona—and hanging out with Sabine. The beta female hung around her a lot, sometimes for a friendly chat, but oftentimes because Erik had mandated that Sabine be her babysitter while he was away from the den. It made for an odd dynamic between her and Sabine, because sometimes they genuinely enjoyed one another’s company, and others, Astrid could sense that Sabine harbored an underlying resentment for her.