[English] Alpha's Seductive Prey Chapter 01: Choke me Alpha

     

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ALPHA THORN BROTOVIA slammed the door closed before he immediately stripped his white shirt off. He was drained from all-day work in the station, but still had the stamina to fuel up an afternoon delight with his new pet. He'd been having blue balls since this morning and would not take a no for an answer. He craved to finish off the deed he started last night. On the other hand, his latest flame lifted her head as soon as she had a whiff of his musky, woodsy captivating smell. Alpha's scent wafted in every corner of the room. It was all over her slinking, tempting her inner wolf. She almost closed her eyes but held them quick. The Moon Goddess would surely poke her eyeballs out just to get herself together. Holyfuckingmother of werewolves!

"D-don't you dare come near me, bastard!" Laya snarled, gnawing her teeth furiously.

He scoffed. "Aren't we a little cranky, wife? You do have a fascinating way of greeting your husband after a tiring day, yes?"

Her eyes turned into mad slits. Laya was sure that Alpha Thorn was no different from the stupid members of her previous pack. For the record, she never wanted to be anyone's wife, least of all to him. She didn't want to be under someone's thumb ever again. For the longest time, the clan of powerful Zeta werewolves dominated the southern part of the La Madrid suburbs. Never in her craziest imagination, she'd be in the arms of the nasty, scrumptious beast; the alpha of the Karimlan pack. Their setting was premium irony on all levels. He was an enemy!

"You barely touched your food," Thorn said after some time, indicating the slice of clubhouse and a yogurt that was still on the tray sitting on the side table.

"As if you care," Laya snorted a sardonic laugh.

Alpha Thorn shot her with a devious smirk and queried, "What do you want to eat for dinner?"

She fisted her knuckles onto the sheets and replied, "I'm not hungry. Don't ask me again, beast!"

Then she looked away, dropping her gaze to the rectangular mirror flanked between the two massive bookshelves. While he was standing at the edge of the king-size bed, leering at his wild rogue who was slumped against the crumpled white duvets. Two days ago, he and his men raided a club in a remote locale in downtown Valen. Laya was one of the rescued women from the rabid fiasco. However, he didn't send her to the authorities for some personal reason he purposely hid from her. Instead, he brought her back to La Madrid and locked her up in his beach house.

Not too long his eyes bored onto her dishevelled brunette hair. Some naughty tendrils were slightly draping against the natural contour of her lovely face. The streak of midday sun basking through the slats of the blinds made her even more desirable and fascinating to gawk at. Then his gazes went down to her collarbones, past her ample breasts, and rolling over to her taut nipples that were deliciously peeking through the sheer lacy lavender peignoir she wore. His dame was damn sexy in that position; it only galvanized the fire to his blazing desire. Boner had never been this painfully good. Damn.

"You're such a bad girl, my Luna." Alpha Thorn commanded in a low, hoarse groan.

"Excuse you? I'm not even close to the concept of being your... your Luna." Her voice quavered a little out of the tension building up in her chest.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not asking for your permission." His arms crossed over to his chest.

"Bad news, freak, I'm not and will never be your Luna. Over my dead body!"

He dramatically tapped his chest and bantered, "Ouch. That's pretty hard."

"Yes. I mean it!"

"No, you don't." His eyes went stormy as he strode toward her.

The wooden bed creaked as she frantically moved. She may be feisty, but boy, she's extremely anxious by now. Laya tried her hardest not to look up at him but to no avail. She could not fathom why she craned her neck, looking back at the Alpha. It was as if her blue peepers were in a coma and the only thing they could recognize was his beautifully sculpted, well-tanned body. Mainly because he was naked from his waist up and his chiseled, brawny chest was a major attraction. Those mouthwatering slabs of muscles for crying out loud!

Also, his masculine arms together with those prominent veins were not to be ignored anyway. She then cast her eyes down to the soft fabric delectably snuggled against his hard-muscled legs. Not to mention the V-line exposing from the band of his grey sweatpants was the fucking cherry on top. That sex line sent a titillating impression into her throbbing sheath and gloriously stiffed nipples. Damn him for being smokingly hot!

Suddenly she felt heady, yet she mentally shook her head afterwards. She even had to castigate herself for appreciating his ruggedly handsome physique. Later on, she scooted from the bed, bringing the shackles on her rosy feet to clank. Last night, her wrists were restrained into a furry, velvety red cuff, but he peeled them off first thing in the morning before leaving her behind again. Truth be told, she was still shrouded in a haze and mayhem. She's not supposed to be with him in the first place.

It didn't take long for him to squeeze in beside her. He swiftly pulled her by the hip and started to nuzzle his nose on the base of her throat. Laya was aware that he was deliberately luring her to give in. She chewed on her lower lip and stifled a moan when Alpha Thorn flicked his tongue, licking her smooth skin sensuously. The feeling was heavenly ravenous, still, she should not disregard the fact that he abducted her. She held onto her sanity badly!

"Let's finish what we started last night. I'm hungry and I want you for dinner, wife."

"After you forced yourself on me? No way it's gonna happen again, fucker!"

"Believe me, it was not supposed to be like that if you didn't disobey the rules." He whispered sensually, nipping the sensitive spot in her ear now.

"Rules my ass! What am I to you? A sixth-grader needs to be supervised?"

"You better ask that yourself."

Instantly, he hovered above her and trailed hot kisses down to the valley of her bosoms. She attempted to push him, but he caught both of her arms, pinning them against the mattress. Laya could barely move. The next thing she knew, he was planting love bites everywhere. Her toes curled up from the sheet, bringing the shackles to clink even more. Wolves forbid but she was starting to like it...very much. She could not help it.

"No...please..."

"Yes, Laya. Don't hold it back."

Thorn continued to tease his rogue. He shoved the lacy cloth aside before alternately latching onto her rigid twin peaks. She pressed her lips together, whimpering inaudibly. Soon, he left her breasts and traced his sinful tongue on her lower abdomen. Her breath hitched when he planted soft, hot kisses on it first before peeling off her seamless thong using his teeth. And when he caressed her wet slit, her fingers sifted in the strands of his hair, clutching for something to hold on to.

"Ah... that felt so good," she cried in breathless pants.

"That's my rogue. Moan for me and beg for more."

He inserted his two long fingers and dangled into her inner walls. She opened her eyes and met his scorching gaze. It was brazen, dirty, and wild. He kept on thrusting into her then added another one; three fingers were ramming into her widespread vulva. She arched her back as she felt her nearing orgasm.

"So fucking wet. I love your lady cream so much."

"S-shit, yes!" Laya purred, her head pressing hard against the pillows.

A cry of protest fell off her lips when he pulled his fingers out. The bastard didn't let her finish. How she wanted to punch him in the face! Both were soaked in sweat and panting heavily as they looked at each other.

"I hate you!" she shrieked. She was extremely mad and aching right now! Her sex was still throbbing with so much anticipation.

Alpha Thorn chuckled. "Pink balls? Serves you right, wife."

"No. I don't deserve to be treated this way." She complained in a petulant manner.

"Then tell me what you want." His large, calloused palm rapaciously cupped her globes again.

"Choke me, Alpha. That's what I want!" She muttered with so much lust and conviction.

Little did she know, he was celebrating with overwhelming pride and joy. Alpha Thorn would give her the best and the most indecent sexual experience she would never forget.

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Author's Note:

Hi, guys! This is my second book in the Werewolf Romance genre under my second pen name VIRTUS GREY. I hope you'll support this one, too. Don't hesitate to drop your comments may they be good or bad. I'd be happy to read your inmost thoughts. Thank you so much in advance. 😘

~RBVG~