The Alpha's Captive (5 page)

The heat in her bottom was spreading fast, becoming a fire that rushed through her body, made her thighs splay wider for him. And then it was too much for them both. He had held back to the brink of her climax but the taste of her arousal seemed to spur Lorcan in a way he could not entirely control.

He let out an animal growl that resonated through her, a sound that was fierce and full of desire. She heard the rending of zippers and the tearing of fabric as he pulled his clothing from his body, presenting his naked form to her. She let out a little moan of approval. He was hot. Cut. He looked as though he had done hard labor every day of his life, muscles defined in a powerful way that made her body seem all the softer and curvier by comparison. Her eyes were drawn down his stomach, where a ‘V’ of muscle was darkly furred in a trail that led to his cock, hard and huge and utterly erect.

Rising from between her legs, he covered her body with his own, his massive bulk making her feel small and vulnerable as his impossibly long, impossibly thick cock speared toward the tightness between her thighs.

She felt the head of his cock bump against her clit, the large flare of his head massaging her little bud for a moment or two. Hannah moaned and tried to draw him closer, wanting him more than anything in the world.

Her whimpers were cut off with a rough kiss that captured her mouth and drove all thoughts of sense and propriety and safety out of her mind. He slid slowly down her slit and she felt the head of him come to a rest nestling between her lips. Her wetness was coating him already as he rocked back and forth ever so slightly, not entering her body, but making her lips part little by little.

“Do you want this?” His amber eyes blazed down into hers and there was only one answer.

“Yes. Fuck. Yes.”

Lorcan slid forward and Hannah let out a little cry as her pussy was speared open, a hot stinging sensation accompanying the sudden fullness she had never felt before. He stilled his hips immediately and looked down at her with concern as she whined softly.

“Relax,” he murmured, pressing kisses to the side of her neck.

Her lubrication was growing, as was the clenching welcome of her cunt as he slowly began to slide forward, charting new territory inside her. Hannah had never known that anyone could go so deep, or that she could stretch so wide, her inner walls gripping his cock as he pressed ever forward inside her until finally at least nine inches were buried in her belly.

She could feel his tremor of pleasure and see the self-control it was taking for him to take her so slowly. His muscles were straining, resisting the urge to pull out and slam inside her.

“You have the sweetest cunt,” he growled in her ear.

Slow strokes made her spiral into ecstasy, the stinging abating as he massaged away the pain with his cock. She was trapped beneath him, impaled on his cock, completely vulnerable to his will. If he wanted to hold her there and fuck her roughly, he could have done so. He could have made her first time a punishing ordeal, but instead he was easing her into what it meant to be a sexual creature, what it meant to share her body with a man.

They were strangers to one another, but she was closer to him than she had been with anyone. Hannah lost the sense of her body being a separate thing and instead felt swept up in something greater than herself. Lorcan’s hips began to thrust harder and faster as her pussy relaxed and her juices flowed.

He was demanding more than she thought she could take, going deeper and harder, her clit grinding against his hard pubic bone, bursts of pleasure rocking through her once virginal body as she was fucked like an animal, Lorcan’s hand sliding under her ass to lift her up to his cock as he went to his knees and pulled her onto him, his hands guiding her body back and forth along the length of the thick, hard rod.

Hannah’s eyes were locked on his, plaintive, needful, wanting as he fucked her, making use of her pussy with every stroke. She felt his desire and also his ownership. She was his; in some intangible, animal way, they belonged together. She could feel it in the way their pulses matched one another, in the mixing of their essences.

She felt her head becoming light as Lorcan let one of his hands drift around and begin to play with her bare breasts, her nipples so hard they hurt as he trailed his fingers down and finally began to play with her clit, rubbing the pad of his thumb over that tight little bud that could finally take no more.

Hannah felt as though she were bursting out of her body with the force of her climax, a passionate seizing of every muscle in her body that seemed to tip Lorcan over the edge at precisely the same moment. His roar of abandon mingled with her cries of ecstasy as she locked her legs around his back, clenching him against her body as his cum began to flow and her own orgasm made her cunt quiver around him, milking every last drop deep inside her well fucked pussy. It was reckless, but she didn’t care. She did not want to lose any part of him. She wanted his seed inside her. It was as powerful an instinct as the one that made her heart beat and her lungs take air.

Bending down over her, Lorcan pressed kiss after kiss to her face and lips, stroking her hair with a touch that denoted a deep affection as they both slowly returned to the world beyond their lovemaking, limbs uncurling as they laid back on the bed, both thoroughly sated.

“I never had a one-night stand before,” she mused more to herself than anything.

His brows drew together in a frown. “I did not intend to use you as a… one-night stand, Hannah.”

She let her fingers drift down to her tender pussy, where his cum was seeping from between her lips. Unprotected sex. She’d let a complete stranger spend himself inside her. That was not one of the adventures detailed in Honoraria’s diary, but Hannah found herself more satisfied than concerned. The pleasure and abandon of the moment had been more than worth it.

“Hey,” she said with a bright smile. “Maybe I used you. It was about time I lost my virginity.”

He took a deep breath and looked at her with an expression that spoke to a great deal of unspoken things. It was as if he wanted to say something more, but something was preventing him. She could feel the weight of his silence, a particular type of responsibility that kept him separate.

“How long were you intending on spending in Darkwood?” The question was oddly conversational given the fact they were both coated in one another’s sweat and cum, but Hannah answered it.

“As long as it takes,” she said enigmatically. “I came here for adventures.”

“This is not a place known for drawing those who seek adventure,” Lorcan said, his brow rising at her.

“Well, I’ve got inside information,” Hannah said. “And this is where the trail ends.”

“Is it now,” Lorcan nodded thoughtfully. “We should speak more about that, I think, but later. I have some business I must attend to. You relax for a little while,” he said gently. “I’ll send Sacha with some clothes for you.”

Bottom sore, pussy aching pleasantly, but head pounding, Hannah did not argue. What was the point of arguing with a man like Lorcan? With a smile on her face, she laid back and enjoyed the feeling of having been well and truly deflowered.

Lorcan stepped out of the room and took a deep breath. He felt lighter and more relaxed than he had in a very long time. It had been far too long since he had last been with a woman. His position as alpha and his determination to keep his pack’s secret had kept him locked in solitude. Somehow, the little American brat had managed to break his resolve and unleash the carnal beast that had gone unsatisfied for far too long. A slow smile spread over his face as he thought about Hannah.

He had lost control with her in a way he never had before. Lorcan was adept in the arts of self-denial, but the raven-haired little temptress from far away had drawn him in even in her disheveled state. She had a power she did not understand, and that he was glad she did not yet know how to wield. A woman like that could bring a man to his knees if she were to understand even a fraction of the charisma she could command.

The memories of her body beneath his, wrapped around him, the softness and the heat, the power and the passion between them conspired to make him smile broadly.

“Lorcan! What the blazing hell!”

The sound of high heels on wood floors announced Sacha’s arrival. She came storming down the hall in a high temper to confront him, her eyes blazing at him with rage that had been simmering since he’d carried Hannah through the front door of the old manor. Sacha was a slimmer, much more feminine version of himself, a variation on a genetic theme with dark hair and flashing deep golden eyes and the strong features that marked their lineage. She was a handsome woman, but one given to outbursts of anger—and she was very, very angry now.

“I can smell her on you,” Sacha snarled. “You had sex with her, didn’t you?
You’re filthy.” Her face was screwed up in all too real disgust.

“That is none of your business, sister. We spoke about her need for discipline. I have made sure she will not trespass in the Rusty Shank after dark.”

Sacha’s snarl turned to a dark humorless smirk. “It must have been some punishment to produce that scent. It’s all over you. She’s marked you like a bitch in heat.”

Lorcan said nothing, but he did return her smirk with more than a little amusement. He was in far too good a mood to be drawn into Sacha’s rage.

“Get her out of here, Lorcan,” Sacha spat. “She’s an interloper, and she doesn’t belong here.”

“Settle,” he said. “She’s innocent and she’s a long way from home. We take in strays when need be.”

“She is not a stray. She is a tourist. And she is not of our blood,” Sacha replied. “You know she cannot stay here, so don’t get attached, brother.”

Sacha had never quite gotten the hang of the fact that he was alpha of the Darkwood pack, largely due to the fact that she was a born alpha herself, albeit a female. Together they led the pack, but with siblings as the dominant pair the pack’s growth had been stagnant since they themselves had been conceived.

“I have heard you, sister,” he replied. “But I decide who sleeps under this roof. Not you.”

Sacha made a low growling sound in her throat and turned away. Lorcan watched her go. There was another source of trouble, no doubt about it. Sacha needed a mate, and a powerful one at that, but there were none she would have in the pack and outside the pack were lone wolves and outsiders, neither of whom Lorcan would welcome lightly or easily.

He sighed softly to himself. The Darkwood pack was not what it once had been. Living in a waning anachronism was no easy task. Not for the dozen or so pack members, not for Sacha, and not for him either.

“If you have taken her, you should turn her.”

Sacha was back. That was typical of her argumentative style of conversation. She would storm off and then a few seconds later storm right back with more to say. It sometimes took her several laps of the manor to speak her piece completely.

“Turn her, Sacha? No. Turning humans kills them more than half the time. I have no desire to add another innocent to the graveyard.”

He was referring to the area in the copse of trees to the east of the manor, where in ages past many failed attempts to create new pack members had resulted in death after death after death. Their father had forbidden any member to attempt to turn a human, and Lorcan had enforced his rule long after his father’s passing.

Sacha had other ideas. She wanted a return to the pack’s heyday, when their territories were expansive. She had drunk in their mother’s stories of how things had been when their grandmother was the female alpha. Their grandmother had whelped a dozen offspring, their mother had but two, and it seemed Sacha would bear none. Lorcan knew it was a sore point for her, and had allowed her no small amount of leeway because of it. He occasionally threatened to send her to the North where another pack was still in existence, but Darkwood was Sacha’s home. Perhaps one day she would find some lone male mate. They drifted in and out of the territory from time to time. A few had been bold enough to try to proposition her. Most of them had left with scars.

“Listen, Sacha,” he growled. “Do not allow your personal predicament to cloud your judgment.”

“My personal predicament? I’m not talking about sex, Lorcan. I’m talking about making something of what we have. You’d let this pack go extinct before you did what you had to. You’re gutless, Lorcan. Completely gutless.”

She was really on a roll, and Lorcan was going to have to put a stop to it.

“If you disrespect me again, you will see how gutless I am, sister,” he said, letting his canines flash as his upper lip curled. “Now make yourself useful and go and get some clothes for our guest.”

He saw a flash of anger in her eyes and braced himself. Sooner or later, Sacha was going to try her luck with him, try to defeat him and assume control of the pack. He could read it in her eyes, little resentful glances, her muttering whenever he spoke. She sulked like a spoiled brat a great deal, but he did not worry about that so much as he worried about the quieter moments of her anger, where she eyed him up not as a sibling, or an alpha, but as a beast to be fought.

She was outweighed, out muscled, and frankly did not have the support of the pack, but he knew his sister well enough that she would one day put all those considerations aside and do something stupid. It was as inevitable as the coming of the full moon. In any other pack, Sacha would not have been suffered to stay, but Lorcan loved his sister dearly and had no intention of making her outcast. He would handle her rages as they arose, and when the challenge arrived, he would deal with that too.

Perhaps it was the calm certainty in his eyes that made the flash fade, and she turned to do his bidding. Not today, then. Or at least, not now.

Hannah tried to collect herself beneath the sheets, her pussy still pulsing from the spanking and the orgasm Lorcan had given her. She was no longer a virgin. She was no longer an innocent. She reached out and picked up the locket, putting it over her head so it settled against her neck in the same comfortable place it always sat. The brief storm of regret had passed. She was now more certain than ever that Honoraria’s diary held the key to her future.