Mated to the Enemy Alpha (4 page)

Rolf lifted his head,
face tight with held back need. He rose and shrugged out of the
leather jacket, tossing it on the floor. Then he leaned over her
and lifted her into his arms.

“
I’m going to
take you from behind,” he said, setting her on her feet, then
releasing her. The move would have to be hers, her compliance
plain.

Andraste dropped
to the floor on her hands and knees, settling onto the leather to
protect her skin, strangely moved that not only had he bothered to
think of her comfort- even if she did get scratched up, she would
heal in minutes, after all- but that he had given up the precious
club jacket for her. The Dalig Hund almost
never
took off their jackets in public, at least
not that she had observed over the years.

A
ll rational though fled as she heard
the metal tick of a zipper. Andraste looked over her shoulder at
him, saw him withdraw a cock so wide she didn’t think her hand
would fit around it. Silky gold skin, veined and jutting towards
her, the head smooth and beaded with a drop of pre-cum.

Rolf’s fingers reached
between her legs and found her entrance, sliding into her slick
channel to test her readiness. His nostrils flared from the spicy
musk of aroused woman. When he withdrew his fingers, her juices
trembled on his skin even as a delicate shudder wracked her body
and her ass shook in demand. Rolf spread the cheeks of her ass and
positioned himself, then entered her in one thrust, sheathing
himself to the hilt.

Andraste cried out from
his possession. She wasn’t a virgin, but the walls of her pussy
flexed to accommodate him. Never before had she felt filled, taken
by a man who knew he had not only the strength to please her, but
the right to use her.

He fucked her, pulling
out of her body and slamming back in with each thrust, driving home
his right to her body. Andraste angled her hips so his cock rubbed
against her hidden spot, widening her legs and pushing back against
him with each thrust. He grabbed her hips and gave her his full
strength and speed, a fucking no human man could ever hope to
match.

The incessant,
relentless invasion of her pussy drove Andraste towards a peak
aided by the mating hormones that ripped a full scream from her
throat, strangled as she tried to catch her breath. An orgasm
jacked through her, an explosion of heat and pressure that left her
trembling, head dangling limply, arms shaking from the exertion of
holding herself upright.

But he wasn’t done. He
pulled out of her and stood, lifting her so her legs wrapped
automatically around his waist. He raced his legs even as she
impaled herself on him, the angle sharp, his cock hitting her
cervix. He pulled her head back.

“
Look at me,” he
demanded. “I want you to see me, know me, when I mate you. I want
you to tell me your pussy belongs to me, to fuck as I please, any
way I please any time I please. Mine.”

The hard words,
erotically possessive tone crawled through her, sinking claws into
her stomach. He began to move his hips, using strength and balance
to fuck her upright, a delicious friction on her clit. He walked
backwards so the pads of her feet touched the edge of the desk, and
she used the leverage to move her hips in time to his savage
thrusts, matching him, taking all he would give her. Giving all he
would take.

“
You’re my mate,”
Andraste said, even as a second orgasm began to unfurl. “Not my
Alpha. If I belong to you, you belong to me.” She wrapped her hands
around his neck, baring her teeth. “I don’t share.”

It was a ridiculous
statement. Mated pairs couldn’t cheat on each other. They might
want to, but the physical act would be beyond them. There wouldn’t
be any way of even achieving arousal with another man, or another
woman. But Andraste wasn’t feeling very logical. He ground his hips
against hers, shouting as he came, spilling into her, grinding so
every drop of cum bathed her pussy.

Andraste rested against
him, not knowing what to say, utterly spent. She knew nothing of
the man Rolf, only knew of the Alpha. And didn’t particularly like
him. Knew that whether she liked him or not, if she didn’t want the
crippling of a Severing, she had to figure out what to do. And the
first order of business would be to convince him to let her leave,
at least for long enough to come up with a plan.

Her head rose. “I have
to-”

“
What the
fuck?”

Rolf’s head turned
towards the door as sudden shouting broke out, and the sound of
splintering wood came from the front of the bar. She heard the
startled snarls of wolves and cursing of men as booted feet swarmed
over the creaky wood floor.

The couple sprang into
action. Andraste felt their sticky, mingled cum on her thighs, felt
the soreness of her pussy, but couldn't let it stop her now. She
pulled on her pants in a lighting fast movement, forgoing heels. If
she had to fight, it wouldn't be in four inch stilettos.

She cursed at Rolf,
realizing she didn’t have a shirt. He tossed the Dalig Hund jacket
at her. She recoiled, almost dropping it on the ground. His blue
gaze clashed with hers.

“
Put it
on.”

She couldn’t. Couldn’t
put on the symbol of her enemy’s possession. What they did here,
together, was still somehow… private. Something that didn’t have to
be visibly acknowledged. If she walked out of this room with this
jacket branding her…

“
Give me your
shirt,” she demanded, tossing the jacket at him. “I’m not Dalig
Hund, I won’t offend your pack by wearing that.”

He measured her
briefly, but there was no time. He did as she asked, not bothering
with the jacket and Andraste almost didn’t respond as he moved past
her to the door. The width of his chest, golden brown skin
stretched tight over perfectly formed muscles, a dusting of ashy
hair over his pecs and down the line to his navel- the sheer
masculine beauty stunned her. His head swung around as he paused at
the door, eyes pinning her with a promise.

“
Later.”

Andraste scrambled
after him as he strode out of the office. Shifter reflexes
prevented her from running into his back when he stopped suddenly
and snarled, the rumble filling the room and bouncing off walls.
She moved around him to the side, quickly taking in the scene. A
fight about to tip the balance into full scale. Enemy soldiers in
Dalig Hund territory. Her soldiers, and Cora. Cora. God damn it.
She should have known her friend would call for backup instead of
leaving. Andraste backed his snarl with one of her own, calling her
people to attention.

Silence. Confusion,
because her face was still hidden, but they knew her voice. Wolves
stared at Andraste and Rolf.

“
What is this?”
Rolf asked, menace coating his words. “Why have the Lykaon invaded
my territory without provocation? Why does the Beta BEG ME TO COME
TO WAR!”

Andraste moved away
from him, silent and smooth. His head turned, watching her as she
placed her back to her people, facing him squarely.

Holding his eyes, she
allowed her borrowed face to shift back into her own. Recalled
sharp, high cheekbones and a full mouth. An oval face with pointed
chin. Not exactly lovely, but striking. Her face, her slanted dark
eyes, the length of her brown hair even as she straightened to her
full height, fell into place. Andraste watched the recognition
spark in his eyes. Watched as his shoulders flexed as if for
battle.

“
What trickery is
this?” he asked, and his softly spoken words filled her with
trepidation.

“
No trickery. I
am Andraste, the Beta of the Lykaon. I did not order a strike
tonight, my people came to protect me.” She paused, glanced at
Cora. “If you grant us safe passage, I will call off my wolves and
place a- halt on any other pending actions, pending further…
discussion.”

He stared at her for
several moments. No one on the room moved.

“
Ande, what’s
going on?” Cora asked, tone low and flinty.

“
Can’t you smell,
woman?” One of her soldiers said, expression hard. “They’re fucking
mated.” He laughed. “Macario is going to pitch a fit.”

“
Andraste.”
Rolf’s sibilant croon caught and held her attention. “You have
caused me quite a bit of difficulty over the years,
Andraste.”

Cam stepped forward.
“This mating can’t be allowed. Sever her.”

Except he hadn’t
actually sealed the mating. They’d fucked, but he hadn’t formally
claimed her, bitten her. He could still escape without a
Severing.

Rolf held up a
hand, forestalling further comments. He look
ed
at Andraste, then surveyed
the room, his slow regard making it clear that he was the only
Alpha in the room, and his will was Law.

“
Your Pack may
go. They have thirty minutes to leave my territory.” He pointed at
Andraste. “But
you.
You are
forfeit. Tell the Lykaon Alpha. Tell him that his daughter, his
Beta, is mine.”

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CLAIMED BY HER WEREWOLF MATE

“
Goddamnit,” Cam said as he pulled up
into his sister’s driveway. The front door was wide open, a stack
of newspapers on the porch, their edges dry and crisp from the sun.
Meaning no one had been home in a while.

He left his helmet on the seat of his bike
and strode up the path, banging on the screen door. Trying the
handle, he found it locked. Not that a lock could stop him, but
he’d rather not have to repair it for no better reason than
overreacting.

Cam walked around the side of the house to
where a big picture window gave a view of the kitchen straight
through into the living room. His kid sister’s house was tiny, but
it was warm and safe. He’d paid the mortgage off so she didn't have
to worry about a monthly payment. For the hundredth time Cam
wondered if that had been a mistake. Maybe if Cecily had bills to
worry about, she wouldn’t be such a fuck up.

He pressed his face to the window, cupping
his hands to block out the sun. Sweeping his eyes through the
living room, he saw her sprawled body lying still on the kitchen
floor. Cursing, he ran around to the front and ripped the screen
door of the hinges, already reaching in his pocket for his
cell.

At her side in a few ground eating steps, he
knelt, his wolf snarling and backing up from the rancid smell of
vomit and unwashed woman in summer. He checked her pulse; faint but
steady.

It would take more than an overdose to kill
a werewolf.

***

“
How’s she doing?” Rolf
asked.

Cam’s hand clenched around the cell. Taking
a deep breath, he relaxed a finger one at a time. If he shattered
another phone he wouldn’t live it down for weeks. He’d promised
after the last time that he’d try to get a hold of his temper.

“
She woke up after they-” Cam stopped.
Watching a once bright, warm little girl deteriorate into this
brittle, empty eyed woman ripped his heart out. “But she’s still
groggy. They’re gonna keep her here until she detoxes
again.”

“
You told them she’s a
shifter?”

“
Yeah.” They would have figured it out
anyway after the blood work came back.

“
She’ll get better, man. Take whatever
time you need.”

Cam shook his head. “Nah, bro. I know you
got shit going down with your mate. I got your back.”

“
Cam, I’m telling you to take some
time. Family first.”

“
Your mate is family.”

Rolf was silent, then Cam heard the Alpha’s
sigh. “Yeah, guess so. Still…”

“
I just gotta take care of one thing,
and then I’ll be there. Give me a few hours, okay?”

Rolf's tone sharpened. “What are you up
to?”

“
I’m gonna find the sonuvabitch that
is selling my sister this shit, and persuade him, real nice like,
not to do it again.”