I flip her grilled cheese before striding across the room and bringing the laptop to her. I don’t care if she uses it and I want her to know I trust her. That she has access to everything she desires.
“Go ahead and order those jeans.” I smirk at her shocked expression and then give her a stern look so she knows I’m serious. “No social media, though.” Focusing again on the sandwich I turn my back to her, but she nods before she leaves my view.
Her buttered bread is perfectly golden and crispy, with the melted cheese dripping down the sides. I smile inwardly. It’s just the way she likes it. I’ll never admit to her that I practiced making them as soon as I noticed her obsession. The first week, I burned all the ones I tried making. After that, I had to actually study her while she cooked and realized she kept adding butter. No wonder her ass has that tempting curve to it. My dick hardens at the thought of pounding into her against the wall. I stifle my groan.
“I don’t have my card …” Her sweet voice brings me back to reality. Nervousness echoes in her worried statement.
The ceramic plate clinks on the counter and I slip the grilled cheese onto it before taking it to her. Her hazel eyes light up and the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen plays at her lips, exposing her perfect white teeth as she immediately picks up her comfort food, not hesitating for a moment. Sometimes she adds salt, so I grab it from the cabinet and set it next to the empty plate. The sandwich occupies both of her hands. “I love grilled cheese.” She practically moans the words through a mouthful of sandwich before she realizes she’s talking with her mouth full. She blushes and puts a hand up to her mouth. “Sorry,” she chokes out once she swallows.
Fucking adorable.
Shaking my head, I admit, “I don’t mind.” I glance at the screen and see she’s picked out her jeans. They’re only fifty bucks and I’m honestly shocked. I thought women’s clothing was more expensive than men’s. “Those are what you want?”
She hesitantly nods her head. “I know Lizzie wants a pair too.” Although it’s a statement, her meek voice makes it a question.
“Go ahead and order them, choose the first card that comes up, or any of them. Get as many pairs as you’d like.” I turn back to the stove and take a look at my own grilled cheese. I burned it. Motherfucker. I don’t really care about the damn thing.
“It’s important you only use the computer for shopping … you know that?”
She nods, midbite and drops the late-night meal to the plate. “I imagine there are rules.”
All I give her is a nod and then say, “We’ll discuss them later.” I take a large bite of my sandwich and gesture to the last bit of hers.
“I didn’t know werewolves ate real food.” I chuckle at her comment and take a bite with my back leaning against the sink so I can face my mate.
My curiosity is piqued. “What did you think we ate?” Even with as much as I have to tell her, I’m curious to hear what the humans think and say. I’ve heard things, but the truth is always hidden and less obvious.
She shrugs noncommittally. “No clue. I figured since vampires drink blood, and witches eat organs and nasty shit that you would eat …” she trails off and scrunches up her nose before concluding, “I don’t know, raw meat or something.”
From the corner of my eye I watch Lev pause at the doorway when he catches sight of Grace perched on the counter. I nod at him, acknowledging his presence and giving him permission to enter. He walks into the kitchen and yawns audibly, obviously in an attempt to make her aware of his presence before he says, “You two are up early.” He eyes Grace on his way to the fridge, no doubt wondering what kind of a mood she’s in … and probably wondering if she’s struck me again. “Good morning, Grace.” He turns his attention to me and says, “Alpha.”
The entire pack knows that she hit me and tried to get away from me. Part of me is delighted because I can feel their admiration for her strength and courage; the other part of me wants to sulk at the fact that she denied me. It’s embarrassing at the very least, and alarming at the worst. There’s so much she doesn’t know, but the wolf of a denied mate can’t lead a pack. She doesn’t realize how much control she has and how much is at stake.
So, striking me … it’s a precedent that can’t be set. Lev got to see it firsthand and I still feel ashamed for making her want to run from me. His presence reminds me that I need to talk to her about why she bolted the moment I left her. And more importantly, how it can’t happen again. No matter the circumstance.
“You consider this early to be morning?” she asks Lev like he can’t be serious. My lips kick up into a smirk at her response. She’s confident and relaxed. She fits right in as the Alpha mate.
It was shocking when I found out my mate was human. When I felt her, when I was drawn to her. Having to leave without her at last year’s offering was … excruciating. The pain is inhumane. We’re the strongest pack on this side of the country. I thought having a human mate would make me weak and waiting for her certainly held its challenges, but I can already feel the power she’s giving me through our bond. I’m honored to be her mate even if she’s younger and has so much to learn. I hope one day she’ll feel the same way.
Lev smiles at her response after taking a swig from the jug of orange juice. “Well, it’s the morning shift.” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Lev is … Lev. A fucking animal. “I’ve got to go do my laps and get shit in order before Jude checks out.”
Grace tilts her head in confusion, her brunette hair slipping from her shoulder and falling behind her. The curve of her neck is … tempting.
“We have to do rounds to ensure the estate is secure,” he explains to Grace and her expression falls just slightly, a flicker of uncertainty present. As she swallows, her fingers grip the edge of the counter slightly.
“You think … you think someone would try to come for us?” she questions and Lev keeps his laugh to himself, although I hear it.
“She doesn’t need to know yet,” I warn Lev and although he doesn’t respond to me, he tells her, “No, it’s just a good habit for a wolf to be in.” We share a glance and Grace’s shoulders lose some of their tension. She offers him a tight smile.
“Already lying to her?”
“I’ll tell her soon,” I answer Lev but then doubt myself and my decision. Never in the years since we’ve formed a pack have I doubted so much. She brings questions and unease, but it feels right and just.
My pack’s on high alert now that the old Alpha has threatened to return. I should’ve killed him rather than shown mercy. I shake my head and silently tell Lev to shut the fuck up. She doesn’t need to know about all that shit. Not after the day she’s had.
Grace yawns although it’s obvious she tried to hold it back, and then says, “Well, I call this bedtime.” Her shirt rises up as she stretches her arms above her head. The hem tickles her upper thighs, and with the small movement and realization she’s only in a top, her eyes widen with a hint of embarrassment. She grabs the fabric and pulls it down as a rosy blush of embarrassment brightens her cheeks. I let a chuckle rumble through my chest. We’re shifters, so we don’t give a fuck about nudity. I want her to feel comfortable, though.
Lev smirks at her response so I have to silently scold the little shit. “Have some respect for her modesty, Lev.”
“Sorry, Dev.” I hear his humorous remark in my head. He turns on his heels leaving the juice on the counter and heads toward the hall while calling out, “Good night, Grace. See you two later.”
Grace calls out in a strained voice, “See you, Lev,” while pushing her knees and thighs together and staring at the floor. She whispers, “I’m sorry. I forgot I was only wearing a T-shirt.” Her eyes peek up at me, searching for something, and I reach out to cup her chin and run my thumb along her bottom lip.
“It’s all right, sweetheart. You don’t have to worry about that. Lev doesn’t mind.” My words don’t have the effect I thought they would. She pulls away from my grasp and I
let my hand fall to my side. She noticeably swallows.
“I want to go to bed,” she speaks quietly to the floor. I can tell she’s trying hard not to say something and I have no fucking clue why.
“What’s wrong?” She shakes her head, still not making eye contact and I’m not going to stand for that. That’s not what this is between us. I should be able to hear everything. Frustration is … so unexpected. I take her chin in my hand again and force her to look at me. Her skin is hot against mine, sparking from the small contact. My gaze bores into her hazel eyes, willing her to answer. She squares her shoulders before shrugging.
“I’m fine. Really. It’s just been a long day.” I stare at her lying ass for a few seconds before releasing my hold on her. It only takes a second of debating whether or not I should drop this. She’s keeping shit from me, but I’m guilty of doing the same to her. Her hands cover her face for a moment before she lifts her hair off her shoulders, breathes in deep, and exhales slow and steady. She twists the hair at the nape of her neck and pulls her brunette locks over her shoulder.
My eyes focus on the sight of her exposed neck; it’s a welcome distraction. There are a few tiny scrapes on her delicate skin from my fangs and it makes my dick hard remembering how I fucked her earlier. The marks call to me to bite her. Hard. To claim her by sinking my fangs deep into her tender, pale flesh. I lean down and run my tongue over the most prominent mark, torturing my wolf. She leans into me and hums in approval. I grin into her neck. I may not be able to justify scolding her for keeping secrets when I am too, but I can give her a merciless, punishing fuck. I nuzzle under her ear before nipping her lobe. Her thick thighs clench together as I smell her arousal.
My intentions were to feed her and then take her to bed, but I can’t let her go without satisfying all of her hunger, and my own. I run my fingers down her neck to her collarbone then trail back up as I plant small kisses on the other side, up to that tender spot behind her ear. She shivers at my touch. I fucking love it.
“I know you’re tired, sweetheart, but I’m not going to leave you while you’re in need.” I take her bottom lip in between my teeth and bite down hard enough that it’ll leave a bruise. She yelps and her little whimper makes my dick swell with desire. I swiftly pick her up off the counter and lay her on her stomach across the barstool so she’s at the perfect height for me to fuck her greedy cunt with long, hard strokes.
Brushing her hair over one shoulder, I grip the nape of her neck. With my chest pressed to her back, I listen to her unsteady breathing pick up. Nothing but lust settles in the warm air between us. She moans my name and arches her back just slightly. This is the obedience I’ve craved. She’s a dream come true. Letting my lips tickle the shell of her ear, I whisper, “Hold on, sweetheart.” Her hands instantly grab the legs of the stool while I slam my dick into her.
Fuck, she’s even tighter than she was earlier. She’s got to be sore to be this swollen and I’ve only taken her twice so far, but I know that the pain will only heighten her pleasure. The barstool wobbles on the ground, struggling to stay balanced as I hammer my dick into her, pulling almost all the way out and then slamming back in over and over. My grip tightens on her hips as she bites down on her bottom lip, attempting to quiet her sounds of pleasure.
I groan as the feeling of her tight walls stroking my length sends a heated rush through my body, starting at my toes and working its way up in long pulses. She feels too fucking good. I keep my pace slow and steady, knowing how intense it is for her. Hard and fast is right around the corner, but she needs to get off first.
It only takes a few more strokes for me to push her to the edge of her release. Her body trembles and she bites her arm to quiet her moans. I slam my hips into her, forcing her to take all of me and hold it there while she screams out my name and arches her back as her orgasm rips through her body. Fucking perfect.
I ride recklessly through her orgasm. My fingers dig into the tender flesh at the front of her throat as I grip her harder. Her arousal makes pistoning into her easier and I pick up my pace, brutally pounding into her welcoming heat. The sound of me fucking her, with her sweet low moans muffled in the background, fuels my need to find my own release. With my left hand gripping her nape to steady her body as I rut into her swollen cunt, I use my right hand to roughly rub her throbbing clit. She struggles beneath me to get away from the intense pressure building in her so soon after her first release. But I want it. I want more of her and all of her.
There’s a very sick desire I possess for her to feel me inside of her every second she’s away from me.
My hands go numb as a cold sweat breaks out on my skin. The need for release creeps up on my body, slowly building in intensity. I growl into her ear with a primal need, “Come for me.” Being so close to her neck makes my fangs ache with the desperate need to mark her and claim her as mine. I let them skim along her sensitive skin, causing a shiver to run down her barely clothed body. My words and the gentle touch of my sharp fangs send her over the edge and I come hard with her. I ride through both of our orgasms as the pleasure numbs my toes and makes my legs tremble.
It’s only once she’s sated, panting, and limp beneath me that I can breathe again. I lay my chest over her back to plant small kisses over the marks on her neck as my breathing slows with my dick still hard inside her. My arms wrap around her small, limp body and I effortlessly pick her up. I slip out of her as I sit on the barstool and nestle her into my chest then tenderly kiss her forehead. I take my time soothing her, wanting to stay in this moment as the time ticks by. She sighs, happily satisfied, and snuggles against me as she slowly drifts into sleep. I debate on waking her up and fucking her until I’ve had my fill, but it’s late and the sight of her relaxed body in my arms is enough to temper my appetite. For now.
Caleb
Liz continues to furiously struggle beneath my huge form trying to get away from us. I’m doing my best not to bruise her little body, but she’s putting up one hell of a fight. I’m ashamed at how much I crave this. I don’t enjoy her fear, but the need to punish and condition her? I’m a sick, sadistic fuck for how much I desire just that.
To say I’m projecting on Dom is an understatement. I want to punish our little mate. I want to slam into her tight little ass and rut into her while she screams out in an overwhelming mix of agony and desire. I’ll make it feel good for her of course, but there’ll be pain. I know she’s scared, but that doesn’t change my need to prove to her that she belongs to me. That I’m worthy of her and being her mate, and that I can help her. I’m hard just thinking about it. Like I said, I’m a sick fuck. I only hope my little mate has a beast in her that wants to come out and play just as much as mine does.
Dom’s plan of action only fuels my desires. Tying her up is our next move. She’s going to fight us every step of the way and I desperately want her to challenge me. Knowing she’s not human puts me on edge, but in a way that gives me relief. If she were human, I’d have to go easy on her and be careful. I can’t hurt my mate. Physically or emotionally. I don’t want to either. But fucking her within an inch of her life, I’m dying to do that. Knowing she’s got shifter blood in her means she could take more punishment than a human can. I know it’s going to be hard to control how rough I am with her. I’ll try, but I’m dying with need. Need to let out my inner demon and thrust into her with unforgiving, deep strokes. Need to have her writhing beneath me, trying to get away from the pain yet at the same time needing more of it. It’s a cruel, twisted need, but it’s a need nonetheless.
And she needs to know she’s mine, she’s safe and she is wanted more than she could possibly imagine.
I’ve always had these desires. Slow, sweet, and passionate has never interested me. I need it hard and savage. I’ve never given my perversions free rein. I’ve never spoken them out loud or let anyone sense these urges. Seeing my mate refuse me, that makes me want to let loose on her. Let my beast out to ruthlessly claim her for himself. Maybe that’s why fate gift
ed me a mate I’m destined to share with Dom. He’s frightening to look at, but he has control where I am lacking. I’m a slave to my beast. I should tell Dom what I want to do to her, but he’s so wrapped up in having her forgive him for shit he didn’t even do that he hasn’t noticed my lust for her body.
I have the look of her tearstained face memorized. I love the way fear and anger look on her because it’s evidence of how much she needs me. I want her to scream and cry, letting her tears run freely down her gorgeous face while I punish every inch of her body for denying us. For thinking for one second that she doesn’t belong to us. More than that, I desperately need her to fight me. I want to feel her sharp nails dig into my back as I draw out every orgasm I possibly can from her body. The only regret I have is that she won’t be able to leave scars. That’s a damn shame. I want her marks all over me. And mine all over her.
Liz’s nails scrape across my neck while I tie one of her wrists to the headboard and I have to stifle a groan. I can feel her squirming beneath me to get out of Dom’s grasp. For being so small she’s got a hell of a lot of fight in her. It makes me hopeful. Whatever she went through didn’t kill her spirit. All of a sudden, her fist swings out of nowhere and lands square on my jaw.
“Fuck!”
I wrap my hand around her throat knowing her natural reaction will have her hand flying to my fingers to try and pry them off. I lean back and flex my jaw. It actually hurts. A touch of pain makes me smile inwardly. I tighten the rope on one wrist, making sure it’s properly secured while my other hand presses against her small, fragile neck. It’s enough pressure to feel the blood pumping through her veins, but I’m not pushing hard enough to actually cut off her breathing. I just want her other hand busy while I make sure I have her where I want her.
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