The Alpha's Hunger (16 page)

The walls of her vagina tightened immediately around his fingers, clenching. He shoved them up further, seeking her sweet spot. Finding it, he curled his fingers to stroke it, feeling the tissue thicken under his fingertips.

“I know you’re huge, but I think I’ll stretch,” she panted.

He choked back a laugh. “You think I’m huge? No, don’t answer—that’s not what I meant. It’s… wolves are rough, really rough.”

She moaned wantonly and he closed his eyes. Her scent filled his nostrils, taking over all his senses. He needed to cool down or he would lose control and mark her.

But Ashley was rocking her little pelvis, thrusting her breasts toward the ceiling. Her willing submission to both his punishment and his pleasure made her undeniably
his
. His need to please and protect her, to cherish her, to care for her in every way rose up so fiercely it almost blinded him.

Heat suffused his body, not the heat of the shift to mark her, but of something else. Something deeper and more emotional. He had never in his life acted with anyone else’s needs ahead of his.

His dad had modeled selfishness, and he’d followed suit. Leon had gone the opposite direction, caring for his hundreds of employees, his pack, and his family, all without complaint. Now, as he watched his female flushing with pleasure, her sensuous mouth falling open on a moan, he knew he’d do anything for her—even if he never found satisfaction himself. Giving her pleasure had become more important than receiving.

He circled her clit with his thumb as he continued to slowly penetrate her with two fingers, then three.

“Turn over,” he instructed.

She rolled to her belly, looking over her shoulder at him with glassy eyes. He found her slit from behind and slid inside with his two fingers, working his thumb against the little rosette of her back hole. She cried out, the muscles of her pussy clenching around his fingers.

He gathered some of her natural lubricant on his thumb and circled her anus, massaging the quivering hole as he continued to push in and out of her pussy.

“Please,” she whimpered, humping the bed.

He pushed more insistently on her anus. “Open for me,” he ordered, the timbre of command threading his voice. Her muscle relaxed and he breached the entrance. Massaging around the opening, he entered her to one knuckle, then the next.

She cried out, arching back like a bow. He finger-fucked her, rocking his fingers between her back hole and her pussy. When she began to thrash against him, he thrust harder, somehow miraculously able to keep his mind off his own body’s reaction.

Sliding his free hand underneath her, he rubbed her clit. She came, her entire body bucking, her internal muscles squeezing his fingers in a pulsing release. He groaned, his cock throbbing painfully for release. He continued to pump into both her holes until her muscles relaxed and she collapsed in a limp heap beneath him.

“Oh, wow,” she breathed.

He eased his fingers out of her, trying not to think about how badly he wanted to take her with brutal force.

She rolled over and gazed up at him, a contented smile playing on her lips. “Why do you do that?”

“What?”

She blushed. “You know. Put your finger there.”

He grinned at her embarrassment. “Because I like to see you come undone.”

She flushed a little more.

He leaned over and grazed one nipple with his teeth. “Little girl, if I ever have to punish you for putting yourself in danger again, I will put more than my finger there. I will fuck your ass with my big, hard cock until you see stars.”

“Oh, God,” she cried, reaching down to clutch her pussy as her hips bucked in another orgasm.

* * *

Ashley woke with Ben’s considerable erection still pressing into her back, just as it had when he’d lain down beside her the night before. He wore his clothes while she lay completely naked, which seemed to be the metaphor for their entire relationship.

She squeezed her bottom, trying to see if it was still sore. Not at all. Why did that disappoint her? She remembered Ben’s punishment with a flutter of her belly. As strange as it may seem, she loved when he got stern with her, and she loved that he punished her physically. He was the embodiment of every fantasy she’d ever had.

Melissa had always told her she liked authority figures. Ashley had gone moony over male teachers and coaches in her teen years, and had full-on crushes on several professors in college. It only stood to reason she would fall head over heels with her hot boss when she entered the workplace. And he was so much more than a hot boss. He was an alpha wolf—stern, dominant, and sexy in every way. And he took her to task.

She knew every red flag should be flying over the fact that he’d taken a belt to her ass—not for kinky pleasure, but for an actual punishment—but she had loved it. Well, she hadn’t loved the pain when she was in the middle of it, but she loved that he had done it and that the threat of future punishment dangled over her head. Besides, she was fairly certain he would have stopped if she’d told him no. There seemed to be a moment there when he had been looking for her consent. And he’d seemed saddened or troubled beforehand—he hadn’t lashed out in anger, it had been more like he faced a difficult, but necessary task. He would make a good leader if he ever chose to be alpha to his pack.

From what she had deduced, the other wolves were disappointed in his reluctance to step forward. They wanted to follow him, and she understood why. He possessed sheer power of presence and mind. If only he believed in his own ability to lead.

She rolled over and he adjusted in his sleep to keep her in his arms, tucked against his muscled torso. She still owed him for last night. She’d drifted to sleep while he’d lain beside her with probably the world’s worst case of blue balls.

She slipped out of bed to go to the bathroom, then returned with a condom. She didn’t engage in casual sex, but Melissa’s last boyfriend had stuffed a bunch in her purse as a joke a while back and she’d never taken them out. Now she was grateful she had them. She sat beside Ben and ran her hand over his arm, marveling at the definition of his biceps. Sliding her palm down his side, she slipped it under his shirt, feeling the heat of his golden skin.

He stirred, reaching for her and pulling her back down beside him without opening his eyes. As if she belonged there. She smiled and tugged on the button on his jeans, working it open. Sliding down, out of his grasp, she straddled his legs and unzipped his pants. He didn’t wear boxers or briefs—probably with all the shifting back and forth it wasn’t worth the hassle. Didn’t wearing underwear make men’s sperm count lower anyway? As if Ben Stone needed to be more virile. Regardless, it made it easier for her to free his length, which sprang out with its impressive size.

She gripped the base and squeezed and he groaned, shifting in his sleep and mumbling something. She lowered her lips to taste him. The moment she put her mouth over the head, his eyes sprang open. His cock also seemed to double in size, which she hadn’t believed possible. She licked under the rim, all the way around, as Ben stared down with a startled expression. A drop of pre-cum emerged and she lapped it up with her tongue, then licked her lips while holding his gaze.

A shudder ran through his entire body. Satisfied with her results, she closed her lips around his shaft and lowered her head over it. Her jaw felt way too small, but she did her best to relax her gag reflex and take him deep into her throat.

He made a sound as if in pain.

She did it again.

His face twisted, eyes never leaving her face. “Ashley—” he groaned.

“Mmm hmm,” she said, keeping her mouth over his length and humming her response, knowing the vibration would drive him mad.

Like the first time she’d sucked his cock, he gripped the headboard, as if afraid to touch her.

“Why are you doing this?” he croaked.

She smiled and released his cock from her mouth. “I want you to feel good,” she purred, then dragged her tongue from his balls up the underside of his cock to the frenulum, where she swirled her tongue again.

“Ohh,” he groaned.

“Does it?” she asked.

“What?” he grunted.

“Feel good?”

“No! Yes, Oh, God. Ahhh-uh… it’s too much. It’s too fucking good.”

Encouraged, she took him deep into her throat again.

“Noo.” He sounded pained again.

“No?” she asked innocently, sitting up. She ripped open the condom wrapper and rolled it down his cock before he could ask what she was doing.

She understood he was worried about being too rough with her, but she wanted to give herself to him. And while she’d never had a rough lover before, it sounded delicious. She moved quickly to straddle him.

“No, no, no, no,” he said, lifting her hips off and holding her pelvis suspended in the air.

“Ben,” she said in her sexiest voice. “I need you inside me. I need you inside me now.”

His cock strained to reach her, enormous, thick and pulsing, just inches from her pussy.

A drip of her arousal fell onto it and he inhaled sharply. His green eyes flickered to amber once, twice, then they stayed yellow, an inhuman growl emerging from his throat. He yanked her down, impaling her with his cock. Even as ready as she was for him, his size stretched her wide, sending tears of pain springing to her eyes.

She cried out, struggling to adjust to the suddenness of the invasion, but he was already pushing and pulling her hips forward and back. Her clit rubbed over the base of his cock, sending shocks of pleasure shooting down her inner thighs and curling her toes. Her pussy emitted a fresh gush of moisture, easing the stretch so she could take him deeper.

She moaned, arching into his hands. His fingers tightened on her hips. Another growl passed his lips and he yanked her harder and faster. She gave herself over to him, knowing any resistance might cause her pain. Her muscles went limp, as if she’d already orgasmed, relaxing to let him move her like a rag doll.

His lip curled and he snarled, the pads of his fingers digging into her ass as he thrust upward at the same time he yanked her forward.

She cried out, fresh tears stinging her eyes, although the pleasure by far outweighed the pain.

In a single motion, he lifted her completely off his cock, flipped her onto her belly and pinned her down, straddling her legs. Another snarl reached her ears. He wrapped a fist in her hair, pulling her head back until she arched as he plowed deep into her channel. She felt like a virgin, stretched to the maximum, shocked by both the pain and the pleasure of it all.

Ben slammed into her, over and over again with an urgency and violence that stunned her. Even so, her body wanted all of it, wanted more of it, until she’d raised her voice in a continuous, keening cry.

Ben’s breath panted hot in her ear, his desperation for release evident in the way his hand tore the sheet beneath her, yanking even the mattress cover up with his effort to bury himself inside her.

He roared, his seed so hot she felt it, even through the condom.

And then a searing pain ripped through her shoulder, blinding her.

* * *

It was the salty smell of her tears that jerked him back to his full human form. Her blood was in his mouth, her scream ringing in his ears. He released the grip of his jaws and reared back off her, horrified.

Blood ran down her back, soaking the bed.

He shouted in alarm, his voice mingling with her sobs.
Oh, no.
His heart rate shot to arrhythmic levels, palms turned cold and sweaty. “Ashley?” he croaked, his voice hoarse.

She had scrambled up, crouched in a ball at the head of the bed, her eyes wide with terror. He reached for her and she flinched.

“Don’t touch me,” she cried. Her lips trembled, tears streamed down her face, mingling with her blood on her collarbone.

Oh, God.
What had he done?

He stumbled back, his limbs cold. “Ashley…”

She cowered, holding her hand up, as if to ward him away.

Hot tears filled his own eyes. “Please,” he whispered, not even sure what he was begging for.
Don’t hate me. Don’t be seriously hurt.

“Don’t,” she cried, pressing herself up against the wall as if she wanted to push herself right through it to get away from him.

“I won’t,” he said, a tear streaking his cheek as he backed up. “I won’t touch you. I won’t ever hurt you again.” He turned and ran, throwing open the door and shifting without changing his clothes, which caused them to rip at the seams and fall off as he raced away.

He gulped the cool morning air, ignoring the occasional joggers who looked terrified at seeing a huge wolf race by. He ran fast and hard, with no destination in mind. He followed a creek bed and ran through parks, killing a goose just for sport.

When he found himself at Zolla’s back door, he figured some better instinct must have crept in, and followed it inside. Bursting through the doggy door, he ran past where Melissa and Jeremy still lay on the fold-out couch. Zolla opened the bedroom door just as he reached it, probably hearing or smelling him.

He looked unsurprised by his arrival, as if he’d been waiting for him to appear. “It’s Jack,” he announced the moment Ben shifted to human form. Zolla pointed to his computer screen at the IP address listed. “Every one of Stone’s servers crashed fifteen minutes ago. Stone Gaming is completely down all over the world. I don’t know what his plan is, but I do know for certain that computer that logged in with your password thirty minutes ago is registered to Jack Laden. Here’s his address.”

Ben snatched the paper and memorized the address.

“Is that blood on your face?” Zolla asked, sniffing the air.

He tried to breathe and failed. “Yeah,” he managed to say. Knowing her sister was in the other room and would also hate him for what he’d done only increased his shame. “I marked her. It’s bad. Really bad. I need you to go to her.” It was a sign of his desperation that he would send another male to take care of his mate.