The Alpha's Captive (15 page)

“I would do it again if it meant becoming what I was meant to be,” Hannah said unrepentantly. “Your fear stood in the way. I am glad Sacha was brave enough to do what had to be done.”

She was intentionally needling him, a very bad idea for a freshly whelped werewolf facing her alpha.

Lorcan grabbed her by the front of her shirt and hauled her up so her toes were dangling in midair, their noses pressed against one another as he let out a warning growl.

“You need to adjust your attitude, young lady.”

Hannah responded by nipping his nose hard enough to make his eyes involuntarily water. He kept a firm grip on her, knowing that the behavior she was exhibiting was to be expected. She did not yet know her place in the pack, and though she seemed to be a sweet little domesticated thing, deep down she was as much wolf as he or Sacha—and she needed to know he was capable of leading her.

It was for that reason he tossed her down on the bed, pinned her in place by the back of the neck, and began spanking her bare bottom with hard, swift slaps that would most certainly have come as a sudden shock to her.

“Jesus, Lorcan, take a joke!” she screeched at the top of her lungs.

Before the change, he would gladly have taken her play as a joke, perhaps to be given a light swat over and nothing more. But she was one of his pack now, and pack members had to play by different rules. Disrespect could not be tolerated from a whelp, not one who had the blood of Honoraria running in her veins. Pack history was clear on the role that woman had played, and Lorcan had no intention of letting matters get out of hand again.

“Apologize for your misbehavior and disrespect,” he growled down at her. “And ask politely to hear what your punishment is to be.”

“Oh, fuck owww!!!” she screamed at the top of her lungs as his hand caught the back of her right thigh, leaving a large hand print across her pale skin. “Lorcan, what the fuck!”

Her outrage was palpable. She did not understand why he was being so harsh. She still thought of him as a lover and little else.

“You are changed, Hannah,” he said as she wriggled back and forth under his hand. “You are not just my lover; you are one of my wolves. You are no longer human. You have new needs, needs you might not understand yet, but which I know all too well must be met. You may find my discipline harsh, but believe me when I tell you that it is necessary.”

Green eyes flashed anger at him. “Fuck off,” she said with tedious repetition.

“See how your anger is rising, Hannah? What do you feel like doing?”

“I feel like…” she snarled the words. “I feel like ripping your fucking throat out!” She tried to lunge up from the bed, but he held her smaller frame with no difficulty at all.

“Yes,” he said calmly. “That is the wolf part of you responding to what it perceives as a challenge. You have not accepted your place yet, and until you do I will not allow you any leeway at all. So, use what human sense you have and apologize.”

He watched her expression fluctuate as she struggled to understand what he was telling her.

“What do you care! You didn’t even come and see if I was alive!” There it was, the anger behind her rebellion.

“I wanted to, Hannah, but the first week is a time in which you must learn from your pack mates. Have they not been kind to you?”

“Yes, but…”

“And have they not taught you the rules by which they live?”

“Well…”

“And are we not together, now?”

“I guess…”

He leaned down, almost nose to nose with her. “And do you think there was a single minute of a single day I didn’t know precisely how you were doing?”

He felt her squirm beneath him, a softer more fluid motion, which was followed by a little giggle. “I guess not, you control freak.”

Respect was not coming naturally to her. Her temperament and lupine spirit combined to make her quite a handful, but Lorcan couldn’t bring himself to further punish her when she was giggling that way. Her softening was a good sign, one he chose to reward by removing the hand that pinned her and letting her have free motion once more.

She immediately put her hands back and rubbed her bare bottom and thighs where his hand prints were still very visible. Seeing her squirm there, the rounds of her hot cheeks so enticing, Lorcan could not hold back any longer. He leaned down and pressed a demanding kiss to her mouth, covering her body with his own. Her eyes were open through the kiss, as were his, bright, hungry gazes meeting with carnal intensity. He could feel his cock hard as a diamond beneath the fabric of his pants, his desire for her the most powerful instinct he had—almost more powerful than the pure alpha drive to dominate.

Lorcan’s clothing did not last much longer. He pulled off his pants, Hannah tore at his shirt and he pulled hers off over her head. Their nude bodies pressed together, writhing with need, her thighs parting so her wet cunt could grind against the hard line of his thigh. She was kissing him with a hunger he recognized, a desire to not just fuck him, but consume him. He would have to be careful; domestic traits or not, Hannah was a force to be reckoned with in any form.

His hands slid down her body and cupped her ass, palming both hot cheeks as he pulled her close and rolled on his side to bring her curvaceous body atop him. Though he was beneath her, his hands were locked on her hips, keeping control of the moment as he slid her backwards and pressed his cock toward the gleaming entrance of her tight little cunt.

She let out an animal moan and arched her back in an attempt to get him to push inside, but Lorcan held her there, suspended in space, her lips just barely spread around the very tip of his cock.

Hannah whimpered, looking down at him with those gorgeous eyes that made his heart hurt. Her beauty was deadly. She had always been attractive, but since the change there was a different note to it, an animal grace that had not been there before, something that animated her differently and intensified her every look and motion. Her hips began to roll, her pussy lips massaging the tip of his cock, teasing him just as he teased her.

Lorcan let out a growl and pulled her down, impaling her pussy on his cock in one long stroke, which brought a cry of pure pleasure to her lips, her full breasts swaying as her head fell back and her hips rode forward. She was as hungry for him as he was for her, her cunt clenching the length of him in a sybaritic welcome as they made passionate love born out of a desire for the closest connection possible between two beings.

He felt her rising and falling, her inner walls massaging his cock as they kissed deeply, two bodies becoming one in perpetual motion that pleasured them both over and over until orgasm began to rise around them in one great wave, climaxes shared rather than taken or demanded. Lorcan had long dreamed of such a connection, his hardness meeting her soft wetness over and over, her hips gyrating with perfect rhythm against his cock as it swelled with the final burst of desire. He locked her body against his, hands hard on her perfect ass as he pulled her down hard and came with complete abandon, feeling her shiver and shake atop him as her little clit ground against the hard line of his pubic bone, juices mingling as her arousal flowed almost as generously as his. He gazed up at her, drinking in her beauty as her face flushed, her eyes closed as her hips rode forward and back, little grinding motions prolonging climax until she could stand it no more and collapsed against his chest, her pussy full of his cum as he ran his hands down her back and murmured loving words into her ear.

“I still need to discipline you,” he added with something like a sigh.

She lifted her head and looked down at him with a soft gaze. “Do you really regret me doing what I did?”

“No, but you defied me to do it, and you could have died.”

“I didn’t die, and I only defied you because you denied me out of fear. You wanted to keep me a prisoner, locked between your world and the world I couldn’t be a part of anymore. You told me I was meant to be with you, but you denied me the very thing that would bond us forever. What I did, what Sacha did, we were right. And you were right too.”

“So everyone was right and nobody needs to be in trouble for disobeying the alpha?” He let out a little snort and tapped her bottom lovingly. “Nice try, whelp.”

“Can you at least put the alpha thing aside for a second and actually welcome me?”

She was right. They had made love, but he had not expressed his happiness at having her as part of the pack. She at least deserved some acknowledgment of that.

“I’m sorry,” he said, pressing his lips to her cheeks and her forehead and wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. “I’ve been so concerned with your misbehavior, I’ve barely acknowledged how important you are, how much it means to me that you are here with me, that you are mine in a way no other ever has been or will be… and though I am going to thrash your bottom soon, I love you deeply.”

“Lorcan!” She let out a plaintive whine at the end of his loving speech. “That’s not fair.”

“It’s very fair,” he corrected her.

“But we’re lovers,” she complained. “We’re equals.”

“There’s no such thing as an equal in a pack,” Lorcan informed her. “A fact you knew before you went behind my back and let my sister damn near kill you. You knew there would be consequences for your actions,” he said, his palm instinctively cupping her full bottom.

She was still on top of him, a fact she used to full advantage, her hair cascading over her head and shoulders, her pale green eyes lit with animal intensity as she grazed her teeth over his neck.

“I am in charge,” she said naughtily, nipping at his skin with increasingly hard bites. Lorcan enjoyed them even when she became a little rougher and started holding him with her teeth, letting out small growling noises

“Not even close, whelp,” Lorcan rumbled, palming her bottom. “You’re not in charge of a single thing. Not so much as a sausage.”

“I am in charge of you,” she said playfully before renewing her toothy grasp on his neck.

“You wish,” Lorcan chuckled, giving her a light swat.

“Sacha said there are alpha females too. She said she was one.”

“She was one,” Lorcan agreed. “She may still be one, just not in my pack.”

Hannah’s face fell with shock. “You’re kicking her out?”

“She transgressed against the pack. She disobeyed me. She almost killed you for the second time. You have no concept of how close you were to death, Hannah. A matter of minutes, at most.”

“She’s your sister!” Hannah sat up, looking at Lorcan with a fury that took him aback. “How could you even think of sending her away?”

“There are rules…”

“Fuck your rules, Lorcan,” Hannah spat. “If this is what family means to you, pack means to you, then I don’t want any part of it or you. I’ll go with her.” She pushed off him and stormed out of the room in a high temper, leaving Lorcan lying with the last of his post-coital bliss.

Her loyalty was entirely misguided, but he knew where it was coming from. Sacha had been the one to initiate the change. She had made Hannah what she was and there would always be a bond there. He had hoped the fact that it was his blood that had enabled her to survive the ordeal would make her less attached to Sacha, but apparently not.

He sighed to himself and ran his hands through his hair.

“Hannah!” He called her name in hard tones. “Come here, you brat.”

“No! I don’t want to see you.” Her voice came muffled from behind the door of the room she had claimed as her own. “Go away!”

Tired of her temper tantrums and tired of catering to a notion of fairness that was not serving either one of them, Lorcan lifted his leg and knocked the door out of its latch with one short kick, which sent it slamming open.

Hannah let out a little cry of surprise and retreated toward the bed, which suited Lorcan just fine. She was still naked, having stormed her way through the house completely unclothed, which made her ample bottom a ripe target for his palm. He strode into the room and caught her across the rear with a hard slap that propelled her up and onto the bed with a high-pitched squeal.

Without missing a beat, he sat down on the bed and hauled her across his lap, using her left ankle as leverage. She squirmed and fought him every inch of the way, but Lorcan was tired of her cheek and her temper and he was absolutely determined that she would learn her lesson thoroughly.

He settled down to spanking her with hard fast swats that painted her bottom first pink and then red, giving no quarter, making no comment and not letting up for a single second. Hannah writhed underneath his palm, squealing and squalling for all she was worth, but there was nothing she could have done to avoid her punishment at that point.

As her legs kicked, he saw her pussy lips still sticky with the remnants of his cum. It was a pity to be punishing her so soon after making love, but Hannah needed this more than she needed anything.

“Do you understand why you’re being spanked?”

“Because you’re an asshole!”

She didn’t understand, not at all.

“I’m spanking you because you’re out of order and out of line,” he said, swatting her bottom harder still. “I’m spanking you because you need to understand that what I say goes. This is not a democracy. This is a pack, I am the alpha, and you will do as I say or you will be punished.”

“I don’t care what you say! You can’t send Sacha away!”

Lorcan gritted his teeth, hating how bonded she was with Sacha. Sacha had planned this; he was sure of it. Her hold on Hannah was a way of maintaining control over him, all the more reason for Sacha to be sent as far away as possible. Hannah might miss her, but at least she would not be poisoned by Sacha’s evil intentions.

In the meantime, he was stuck punishing the woman he loved for caring about the one who had initiated her into the pack, not knowing that if he had not intervened to speed the process up, she would be in the graveyard with her ancestor.

“I hate you, Lorcan, I hate you!”

She threw the words at him like barbs, trying to control him with the force of her emotions. He could not allow that to happen. So he spanked on, ignoring her temper and her cursing. Above all, she needed to understand that his authority was the final arbiter, and to accept that. Until she could submit fully, she would always be fighting him, and he would never truly be able to trust her.