Alpha’s Desire: Chapter 8

Jared

Iopen my mouth to argue but she lifts her chin at that stubborn angle I find so adorable.

Fuck.

My fingers curl up with frustration, but punching a wall isn’t going to help. Angelina’s pulled back, cutting me off. As she should.

I’m not part of her future. It’s wrong of me to try to insinuate myself into it. But I’ll be damned if I’m going to let her give up on her dream. To wither away and die under the expectations of prescribed perfection.

She kicks off her flip flops and heads into the kitchen.

I follow, unable to stay out of her business. She takes out lettuce and tomatoes, puts them in a bowl.

It may be exactly what she wants to eat right now, but the sight of it makes my wolf growl. She thinks she weighs too much to be a ballerina. She’s been starving herself to fit into some mold that I want to fucking destroy right now.

“Is that what you want to eat?” I ask, sounding grouchier than I mean to.

She whirls and puts her hands on her hips, one leg jutting out. “I can’t eat street tacos and beer with you every night, wolfie.” She slaps the sides of her hips. “Wouldn’t want to get a fat letter from the faculty.”

A real snarl comes out of my throat. I prowl closer. “Do you think you need to lose weight?” There’s danger in my tone, but she doesn’t recognize it. Or if she does, she’s ignoring it because she’s shutting me down.

“Five or ten pounds lighter would be ideal.”

I cage her against the counter.“No baby, you’re perfect.” Too perfect for me. Way outta my league. I grit my teeth. Fuck those dance professors. I better not ever meet them, because there’s no telling what my wolf would do to the people who made my girl cry.

I wish she could be my girl forever so I could protect her from the world. Maybe after we split, I’ll keep an eye on her. Have my wolf check on her. ‘Cause that’s not fucking pathetic.

But no, this girl doesn’t need protection. She just needs to get out from under the weight of other people’s expectation. To start living for herself.

“Fuck ideal. Do you think you need to lose weight?”

She’s holding her breath. Neither of us moves. My body is up against hers, but barely touching.

“No.” She sounds relieved when she says it. “If I did, I would’ve already lost it. I don’t want to look like a toothpick.”

“That’s my girl.” I lower my lips to her forehead and press them to her smooth skin.

“I’ll make the salad—or I’ll go buy us some fucking steak, if you want it.”

She laughs, the puff of air hitting my throat.

“I want you to make the list of what you need for the show. Not for me. For you. It will help you get clear on exactly what you need.”

“Oh, well—”

I step out of her way. “I mean right now, Angelina. Sketch it out. It’s important to take action on your dreams. Take this one small step right now.”

“Fine,” she says in that sassy way that gets me harder than stone.

Does she remember what I promised to do the next time she said it? But hell, I shouldn’t, not when—

She sneaks a guilty look, like she’s checking to see if I noticed.

Hunger hits me. My cock punches out, straining against my jeans.

Angelina laughs and darts past me.

Foolish, foolish girl.

Does she have any idea what happens when you goad a wolf into the chase? I catch her and swoop her up over my shoulder in about two seconds flat.

Her giggle tells me she wants this and fuck if that doesn’t release the dam on my self-control. I smack her upturned ass and jog into the bedroom. I drop her onto her feet and turn her to face the bed. I’m not ready to start spanking yet, though. I wrap one arm around her waist and cup her mons, rubbing the seam of her shorts into her slit.

She writhes, pushing back against me, her breath ragged.

I slow my movements. “You know what’s going to happen now?”

“You’re going to spank me?” She sounds breathless.

“That’s right, baby.” I unbutton her miniscule shorts and let them drop to the floor. Her tank top is easy to peel off. “Take off your bra and panties.” I like taking her clothes off, but I also enjoy making her bare herself for me. That way I know I’m not bulldozing her.

She looks over her shoulder at me—a redheaded coquette—and it’s all I can do to keep from shoving her over the bed, spreading her wide and pounding into that sweet pussy until she’s hoarse.

But no. I get to spank her first. A pleasure I will relish until the day I die.

“Panties off.” I make my voice firm. Or maybe that’s my need bleeding into my tone. Either way, she jumps to obey, hooking her thumbs in the waistband and slipping them down her legs.

I work to control my breath. The scent of her arousal fills the room and my hands have already found her bare skin, gripping her hips with authority. “Bend over, baby.”

She rests her hands on the bed.

“All the way over. And baby? When I’m disciplining you, answer me with respect.”

I know she has no clue what I’m talking about. I’m not even into BDSM, except that wolves are over the top dominant. But I’m dying to hear the words from her lips. “Say, yes, daddy.”

She lays her torso on the bed. “Yes, daddy.” Her voice wobbles, but I’m ninety-nine percent sure it’s with need, judging by her scent.

I give her the lightest of slaps. I don’t want to scare her—not now, not ever.

She moans and waggles her ass.

I spank her again. “That’s for keeping me hard every minute of the day. Every goddamn time I’m in your presence.” Another slap, a little harder.

She catches her breath.

I change things up, let my fingers go where they’ve been dying to be—between those shapely thighs of hers. They glide along her slit—which is dripping wet. The evidence of her excitement nearly makes me come.

I spank her several more times, sharp and crisp. My hand leaves pink stains on her porcelain skin.

And then I’m lost. I place a hand on her lower back to hold her steady and spank away, craving the punitive contact, the stinging blows, the way she jerks and gasps with each smack.

“Spread your legs, beautiful.” My voice sounds like I have rocks in my throat.

She obeys, widening her stance to one only a dancer could pull off.

“Fucking perfection.” I bring my hand up smartly between her legs and slap her pussy.

She shrieks, but doesn’t move.

I drop my face to her level and wrap a fist in her hair, turning her to me. I need to see in her eyes that she’s okay with this level of intensity.

She’s bitten her lip, but her eyes are glazed with pure lust.

I kiss her, sucking the blood from her plump flesh. She kisses back, her tongue sweeping into my mouth.

I bite back a curse. “I’m not done spanking you yet, angel.”

I return to my position behind her and spank her some more, giving her ass a rosy glow. “If you were mine, I’d be spanking this ass every night, baby. Every fucking position. Over my lap. On your hands and knees. Bent over the couch. Tied to the bed.” I slap between her legs, aiming for her clit. “Yeah, tied to the bed, legs spread wide. I’d save that position for when you’re really naughty. Maybe use my belt a little to make you scream.”

I slap her juicy pussy again, several times.

“Wh-why?” she pants.

My chuckle is dark. “Because this ass just begs for it, baby. And to pay you back for keeping my goddamn balls tied up and in your back pocket.”

She laughs, a husky sound that makes my erection punch out painfully. I unbutton the denim and slide the zipper down to free my length. I give my cock a hard squeeze.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’d make sure you liked it. Or I’d make it up to you afterward if I was too rough.”

I aim a few hard slaps to the place where ass meets thigh. “I have a feeling that would be often.”

She wiggles her ass and tries to sneak a hand down between her legs.

“Uh uh.” I catch her wrist. “No relief for you, baby. Not yet. Not until you’ve been thoroughly punished.”

I snag a condom from my back pocket and tear open the foil, roll the rubber over my throbbing dick. I have to give it a couple quick yanks, because I’m dying here. I know my girl is, too, though, and I’m going to give it to her good. I drag the head of my cock through her juices. A hot shiver runs through my body, straight to the base of my spine. My belly shudders in.

Angelina moans encouragingly. I push into her, my eyes flipping back into my head at the contact of her sweet sheath around my swollen member.

“You want my cock, angel?”

“Yes, please. I mean, yes, daddy.”

Fuck. The word daddy makes me shove hard into her, all the way.

She gasps, her pussy clenching around my length.

“You like that, don’t you?” I arc in and out slowly, closing my eyes to shove down my mounting desire.

“Yesssss.”

I pull out. “Sorry, baby. That’s not where you’re taking my cock tonight.”

Her breath stutters, but she doesn’t offer up any complaint. My girl’s nervous—I get that—but she’s game.

I run my palm over her blushing ass, loving the sight of my handprints there. “I’ll make it good for you, angel.” I reach down and hook my pinkie through hers where it lies on the mattress. “Promise.” I rub her ass some more. “Now don’t move from this position. I’m going to go get some oil. If you move, I’m going to spank you again when I get back before I take your tight little virgin ass. Understand?”

“Yes, daddy.”

I groan. To reward her—no, who am I kidding? It’s for me, too—I take a deep plunge into her pussy, rolling my hips once I’m inside. A couple more deep thrusts and I pull out, holding the condom in place while I kick off my pants and stalk to the kitchen. I find a jar of coconut oil in one of the cabinets and scoop some into a bowl.

When I come back, I find Angelina in the exact position I left her—she hasn’t moved a muscle.

“Good girl,” I purr as I scoop some of the coconut oil and rub it liberally around her anus.

She shivers and shifts on her feet, but doesn’t tighten or move from her position.

“I’ll bet you have the tightest ass in the history of all asses,” I murmur, working one well-lubed finger into her back hole. “All those twirly turns and deep bends.”

Her husky laugh surrounds me. “Pirouettes and plies. Yeah, my pelvic floor is probably made of steel. Does that mean it will hurt mo—”

“No way. It’s not going to hurt, angel. I would never hurt you. At least not in a way you don’t love.” I slap her ass again.

Fates, I love the sound of my hand smacking her fucktastic ass.

She moans into the covers.

I work a second finger into her ass and massage around the tight ring of muscles, working her open, preparing the way for my cock.

I lube up my member and press the head right up against her entrance, holding her cheeks wide. “Take a deep breath, baby.”

She holds it instead.

I laugh. “Deeper.”

She laughs, too. “Deeper, right. Okay.” She draws in a breath.

“Now blow it out slowly and relax.” I apply gentle pressure as she exhales, but I’m not going anywhere. “Push back at me, angel. Like you’re trying to push me out, not let me in. That’s it.” Her sphincter muscles open and I gradually work the head of my cock through. I reach around under her hips and rub her clit as I inch in, giving her the pleasure she needs to let go.

And then I’m in. I don’t move, except to stroke her pussy as she gets used to the intrusion.

“Good girl. You took my whole cock, baby. Right in that tight little dancer’s ass. How does it feel?”

She’s panting. “Go slow.”

I lean over and trail my lips between her shoulder blades. “I will, baby. Does it feel good?”

“Sort of. Yes. Yes, daddy.”

Oh fates. It’s all I can do not to rock back and slam in deep, but I hold back, sweat gathering at my forehead, my thighs shaking with the effort.

Need her, need her, need her.

I ease back a little, then seat my cock again, paying attention to her reaction.

A wanton moan.

I repeat the action.

“Jared.” The slight alarm that tinges her voice tells me she’s getting close to orgasm.

I pump into her ass, slow and steady, smooth predictable strokes.

Her breath grows shorter, a little moan coloring each exhale. “Need. Jared. I need—”

“I know what you need, baby.” I grip her hips and fuck harder, making my strokes shorter.

She lets out the cutest uh-uh-uhs and my world starts to spin. My vision changes, mouth grows wet with saliva. Without thinking, I let my fingers dig into her hips to hold her still for my onslaught.

“Is this what you needed?”

“Yes!” she gasps. “Yes, please.”

“Take it, Angelina. Take my big cock in your tight little ass. Take everything I have to give you.” I finger fuck her pussy, three fingers sliding in and out, the heel of my hand grinding over her clit.

She screams and clenches hard around my cock, wrenching my orgasm from me. I lose all control, pounding into her as the most intense release of my life plows through me like a fucking hurricane.

When I open my eyes, I’m draped over Angelina, fingers still buried in her pussy, cock still in her ass. Our breath moving in perfect synchronicity.

I rock into her, undulate my fingers to finish us off, laying a thousand kisses along her neck, her ear, her cheek, her back. I’m humbled. Grateful.

In love.

Fuck.

I’m totally, hopelessly in love with this girl.

The one I can’t have.