The Alpha's Virgin Possession (4 page)

Linking her fingers together, she stared at him,
waiting.

“Eat, Clara. This food is yours as much as it is
mine.”

Gazing over the table she was shocked by how much was
available. There were two piles of pancakes, breakfast cereal in many
varieties, toast, butter, jam, and fruit.

“Erm, I can’t eat everything.”

“I don’t expect you to. I want to see what you eat so
I know for next time,” he said. His elbow leaned on the handle on the chair,
and he was leaning his head on his hand.

“You prepared this? Don’t you have a housekeeper or
something?” She reached for the cereal, milk, and a bowl.

“No, I’ve got a cleaning lady to come in twice a week.
I can’t be done with having someone around for so long. I hate the invasion in
my life.” He poured some more juice into a glass.

“Do you have to leave the house?” she asked.

“No. My business can be done from anywhere.”

Great, she wouldn’t be alone.

“Don’t you want any sugar?” he asked, pointing to her
cereal.

“No. I don’t like sugar on my cereal.” She wasn’t
lying either. Sugar made cereal too sweet for her.

He handed her a drink of juice before sitting back.
She felt his gaze on her at all times. Clara tried to ignore him, chewing and
staring off to her left to look around the garden.

“How did you sleep?” he asked.

Glancing back toward him, she saw he was smiling once
again.
“Fine.”
Did she miss something? His smile
seemed to mean something. “Did you?” Her manners were never going to be
destroyed even if she did hate him.

Why did she hate him? He’d not done anything to her.
All he’d done was take her out of a bad situation. Her family hated her. The
pack had been awful to her at every opportunity. None of them liked her in
their company. Her life’s meaning had been about avoiding them all at every
opportunity.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked.

“What? Why do you want to know?” She lost her appetite
and pushed the bowl of cereal away.

“You’ve gone sad, withdrawn even. I want to know what
has made you feel that way.”

He leaned forward, staring into her eyes. She hated
how he seemed to see everything.

“Nothing.”

“You’re lying. I don’t like liars, Clara. Never lie to
me.”

Licking her lips, she clasped her hands together,
trying to focus on something other than him. “I was thinking about my family
and my pack.”

She dropped her head, not wanting him to see too much.

“Do you miss them?”

“No.” She looked back up at him, knowing he deserved
to see her gaze.

“Then why are thinking about them and feeling sad as
you do?”

His questions were reasonable, but they felt to
invasive to her. Hiding the truth away from him wouldn’t do any good. Nick was
a rich man. He got what he wanted by being ruthless.

“I was thinking about how happy they must have been to
get me out of their pack.” She smiled. “I wasn’t a good advertisement for pack
life at all. None of the men wanted anything to do with me, and the women
stayed away from me, afraid my repellent would spread.”

Clara didn’t even realize until now how much their
actions had hurt her.

Wiping away the tears that had caught her by surprise,
she cursed her wayward emotions. If her mother was close by, she’d be getting a
beating before the end of the day.

“They’re gone, and they’re never coming back,” Nick
said. “Besides, you should be worried about my attention. I promise you, Clara,
when I pop your cherry you’re not getting a moment’s rest from me.”

Chapter Four

“How do you know I’m a virgin?” Clara asked. Her eyes
were wide, and Nick smiled. She truly was the most adorable female he’d ever
known. She didn’t know her own power, which was mightily refreshing. It was
sweet yet unsettling. The pack she’d been part of was awful. The pain in her
eyes let him know how badly she’d been treated. Each pack behaved differently,
but from what he heard this morning, Clara’s pack was an open group.

At the full moon, the pack mated with one another,
fucking until the sun came up. He had heard they were in human form rather than
wolf form. Dean was a vessel of knowledge when it came to pack traditions.
Females at their proper mating age of eighteen were allowed to mingle with the
pack for men to scent them. Clara on her mating day had been left alone. Not
one male in the pack had anything to do with her.

Looking beyond her shoulder, he couldn’t stop the
anger at their treatment of her. They were fucking awful, and if he ever got
chance to cause them pain, he would do it.

“I’ve got my way of knowing everything, baby.”

“Then why did you ask me last night if you knew the
answer?”

“I didn’t know the answer last night. I bought a
female wolf, not all the details.” He shrugged. Their conversation was the most
thrilling company he’d experienced in years. Dean was okay to talk with, but
human females didn’t hold a patch on Clara. Her face alone was fascinating to
watch. All of her emotions were on display for him to read. For a wolf female
she was very naive. No one had taught her the value of keeping her emotions in
check. It wasn’t a bother. He’d teach her everything she needed to know and
more.

Her nipples were getting harder. The shirt he’d given
her looked good against her curves. She pushed some of her hair out of the way
as the slight breeze flung it against her face.

Nick sipped at more of his juice thinking about last
night. He’d woken this morning to find her still deep in sleep, her body
wrapped around his. He had taken great pains to leave her side without waking
her up. When he’d stood over her, the blanket had revealed everything. The
shirt she wore had ridden up to show most of her body. Her tits were still a
mystery to him, but everything else was not.

The red of her hair was the same down below. She also
didn’t wax, which he loved. He looked forward to sliding the lips of her sex
open to reveal her creamy cunt. There was nothing more pleasurable than tasting
a woman’s cum while listening to her screams of release.

“What did it say? Fat wolf ready for the taking, no
man entered before.”

Her anger annoyed him but not as much as her name
calling.

“Not at all.
You see yourself as fat.”

She didn’t keep her gaze on him. Her cereal was half
eaten.

“Are you done with your food?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, snapping at him.

“Good, we can get straight into your punishment.” He
stood up, rounding the table and holding out his hand for her to take.

“What?
Punishment for what?
I’ve done nothing wrong beside argue with you. I’m not here because I want to
be.” She kept a firm grip on the handles of her chair.

“I’ve got few rules, Clara. You’ve broken one of my
rules, and I will not have it in my house. I’ve got a fitting punishment for
you. Stand up now, or I will add more to your punishment.” He waited for her to
take his hand. Clara didn’t. Her green eyes set him ablaze with the
contemptuous look she sent his way. Didn’t she have the first clue that
everything she did was only turning him on? He was fucking rock hard, ready to
fuck her at a moment’s notice.

“You can’t do this. It’s unfair and wrong,” she said,
remaining in her seat.

“We can go inside the house to deal with your
punishment, or we can deal with it outside. I’ve got an order of your clothes
coming, and I will make sure our guests witness your punishment.”

“You brute.
Are you some kind of Dominant?” she asked.

“So you know what those are?”

Her cheeks flamed, but she didn’t answer.

“No, I’m not a Dominant. I’ve got no playroom or
equipment to punish you with. I don’t own floggers. What I’ve got is my hand,
some fancy dildos, and some rope. I don’t need anything else to get my
pleasure.” Her gaze returned to his in shock. “What’s it going to be, Clara?
Punishment in privacy or for others to see?”

Slowly, she gave him her hand. Her fingers were
shaking. Drawing her to her feet, he admired her body, the length of legs she
tried to hide.

“You did that on purpose,” she said, trying to bend
down to cover her legs.

“You’ll learn to give me everything I want and not try
to hide yourself. Your punishment remains.” He took her hand and led her back
into the house. Nick stopped, thinking about the best place for her to have her
punishment. The only room, besides the bedroom, that would do was the sitting
room. The curtains were open, and glancing at the clock as he passed her saw
their company didn’t come for another two hours at least. They were free to do
what they wanted until then.

“We’re not going upstairs? What if someone comes?” she
asked, pulling on his hand.

“You should have thought about that before you broke
one of my rules.”

She stamped her foot. “I didn’t know your rules. This
is wrong, Nick.”

He liked the sound of his name coming from her lips
too much.

“Then today you’ll learn at least one of them.” He
wasn’t going to hurt her, but he’d have her over his knee and feeling her
against him.

Sitting down in the center of the sofa, he tapped his
knee. “Over you go.”

****

“You’re being a complete and utter bastard,” Clara
said, fuming at his happiness. Her pussy was melting as well. She was so
ashamed to be turned on over a punishment. One moment she wasn’t getting any
kind of attention, and now she got nothing but attention. It was driving her
insane.

“I’ve been called worse, baby.” He leaned back,
showing off his knees. His thighs looked big enough to take her weight. No one
had ever tried to get her to rest on them before. “Over you go. The longer you
take risks someone seeing you.”

Glaring at him, she stepped closer and moved over his
knees. His hand banded around her waist, helping her in place. Her stomach
rested in the gap between his legs with her breasts pressed to his thigh. Both
of his hands moved her to how he wanted her. She was surprised he didn’t make
any noise when he put her into position. Her weight had no effect on him.

“There. That wasn’t so hard was it?” he asked.

“What is my punishment?”

“You’ll have to wait and see.”

Lying across his legs, she held onto the fabric of his
trousers waiting for him to give her a punishment.

One of his hands held onto her waist. She didn’t know
where his other hand was. He started to lift up the night shirt she wore. Clara
waited and then suddenly realized she had no underwear on.

“Stop,” she said.

“Well, Clara, I have to say I’m surprised at you. I
thought you’d at least wear some kind of panties.” The smile in his voice was
hard not to detect.

“Are you laughing at me?”

“Not at all.
It’s nice to see you’re a natural redhead.”

“Oh God,” she said, burying her head against his leg
wishing he’d get her embarrassment over with. She’d suffered enough. He didn’t
have to prolong her misery with his words.

His hand lay on her ass, not moving.

“Your ass is fucking beautiful,” he said, caressing
the cheek.

She felt like she was going to burn alive at his
touch. The room was light, and he’d be able to see every lump and bump within
her flesh. Did she have cellulite on her ass? She didn’t know. Looking at her
ass in the mirror hadn’t been part of her activities.

Down his touch went, curving over her ass then down
her thighs.

“Your body is beautiful, Clara.”

Not saying anything, she waited for him to be done
with her.

“Punish me already,” she said.

“No, I’m going to take my time.”

He caressed her ass. Her response to his touch annoyed
her. Nick shouldn’t be inspiring a response from her.

“Do you want your punishment to be less severe?” he
asked. His voice sounded strained to her.

“In what way?”
She turned to look at the back of the sofa. Staring into his eyes was
not a possibility at the moment. What if he was laughing at her?

“Nah, you see that would spoil our fun if I tell you
want I want, Clara.”

“Then you want me to agree without knowing what I have
to do to stop my punishment being painful?”

How her life had changed in the matter of twenty-four
hours. If she was living with her parents she’d be cleaning their house as they
sat around doing nothing. She was nothing but a slave to her family.

“You’ve got to take a chance in life. Do you want to
continue with a harsh punishment or take a chance and get one lighter?”