Forrest, Dawn - Alphas' Prize [WeresRus] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (18 page)

He took a few steps back and a deep breath as if it were a struggle to gain calm.

“Never run from a werewolf.” His voice sounded more human again, but he still growled. “We like it.”

Terror and shock prevented her from saying anything. He took a step toward her, but she flinched and whimpered, almost dropping to the floor and baring her throat. It stopped him dead.

“Angela, you are my mate, and I will never hurt you, but a little fear now and then may not be such a bad thing if it keeps you safe.” He spoke through gritted teeth. “I couldn’t sense you in the house, and then I found the chef with your scent on him. When I asked where you were he wouldn’t answer. You are mine, but we are not yet fully bound. I was worried about you. I thought that he was hiding something. You could have been taken by a challenger for my Prime position or been hurt by an unstable male.”

It never occurred to her to feel unsafe at The Den, as it was like a second home, but he was correct in that there were many more werewolves here for the Council Gathering whom she didn’t know.

“I would never go with another.” She was quite proud of the fact that she managed to say the words with only a slight quaver in her voice.

“As if you could stop a werewolf. I just demonstrated that.”

He was right.

“I’m sorry you were worried. I was only gone fifteen or twenty minutes at the most.”

“You could be killed or hurt in less than fifteen seconds. Now I’ll ask again, where were you?”

“Don’t talk to me as if…as if I’m your property. You’re not the boss of me.”

Okay, so it sounded petulant and childish and it probably wasn’t the smartest way to behave, but she wasn’t about to roll over and set that as a template for the rest of their relationship.

“That is exactly what I am. You
are
mine. I am your mate and will be soon your Alpha and Prime. You do belong to me. Answer the question.”

She seethed.
Oh, he did not just say that!
Her temper overrode her fear and maybe her good sense. She figured that if she was in it for a dime she might as well be in it for a dollar.

“I am a grown woman, and I had something I wanted to do. I don’t need your permission.” She pointed and wagged a defiant finger at him. “You go ahead, do your worst and rant and rave all you want to, but it’ll get you nowhere.”

His eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Oh, I’m not going to rant and rave. There is a good reason why you shouldn’t challenge an Alpha male—we just can’t resist it.”

With that he pounced and moved so quickly that she didn’t know how she was suddenly laying over his lap as he sat on the bed.

“What are you doing?” she cried out in outrage.

“Isn’t it obvious, little one? I’m not doing my worst, but you need some discipline, and a good spanking should do the trick.”

Before she could process his words or have time for her indignation to build, she heard fabric rip as he shredded her jeans with his claws. It was clear that he wasn’t joking.

“Okay, okay I’ll tell you! I–I took food to–to Joanna and the Siberians.”

He stopped all movement for about ten full seconds and then even more zealously shoved down her panties, leaving her ass bare.

Hell, it was time to explain quickly before he did something she’d regret.

“She is all alone here, Mike, and I thought that she could use a friend. They ordered food from the main kitchen, but there were no mated, non-Alpha Pack members around to take it. I agreed to do it so that I could speak to Joanna.” She babbled out her explanation truly believing that it would get her out of…what? Punishment? Surely not, and anyway how bad could a little spanking be?

“Yet I expressly told you not to go to the cabin.” His tone was still dangerously low as his hand lightly caressed her buttocks.

She hated to admit it, but his light touch felt very pleasant, and, well, maybe she was up for a bit of “discipline.” She’d read enough erotic romance to be interested, and her fear began to lessen as her arousal grew. He would be aware of it for sure, and it might distract him from his original purpose.

She moderated her tone of voice to that of a contrite little woman, hoping to distract and calm him down. “I know but…but I thought that because they had started the mating process it would be okay.” She wiggled her bottom and hoped that by reminding him of sex he’d quickly get to the good stuff. “They asked for the food, so I wasn’t going uninvited and unexpected. I was doing Mark a favor.”

“Mark?” The caressing stopped abruptly.

“The chef you had pinned up against the wall. Oh God, is he okay?”

She heard a low, mean growl.

“He’ll live, but why do I smell him on you?” He snarled the question.

“Mike, I’ve known him all my life.” She rushed her words, knowing that he wasn’t happy. “When I left the hall I wasn’t looking where I was going, and I accidently ran into him.”

“I understand why you took the food. You are a kind and thoughtful woman.” She relaxed a little over his knee. “But you are
my
kind and thoughtful woman, and you should have spoken to me first. I cannot have you disobeying me and possibly putting yourself in danger. It’s your first time, so I’ll go easy.”

“Eh?”

Slap!

“Ow!” That darn well stung.

“One,” he counted out.

Slap!

“Mike!” she yelled as he spanked her on the other fleshy buttock.

“Two.”

“Put me down right now!” she shouted.

Slap!

“That hurts!”

“Three,” he said with a strained voice.

Slap!

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she cried out.

Her ass burned hot. This wasn’t the playful paddling she’d read about in kinky novels. What a load of crock that was. There was no dreamy pleasure involved. It just stung like the dickens.

“Four.”

Slap!

She whimpered. Tears were actually beginning to form in her eyes. It wasn’t that he was really hurting or injuring her, but the fact that he felt he needed to do it in the first place. For some absurd reason she felt that she had let him down.

“Five,” he croaked.

She sobbed and said nothing. The palm of his hand brushed lightly over her exposed skin. He leaned over and blew cool air onto her hot flesh before gently kissing it.

“I don’t ever want to spank you this way again.” He sounded as if the words were choking him. “But if you disobey me or go off alone without telling me where you are going, I will.”

He allowed her to slip to her knees, but she couldn’t bring herself to look at him and see the disapproval written across his face. She hung her head and fought hard against the sharp tears that welled in her eyes and threatened to overflow.

“Look at me,” he softly ordered.

She sniffed, took a deep breath, and raised her head, but she was unable to focus properly. She blinked rapidly to try to capture the tears forming and had to drag her sleeve across her eyes to clear her vision. Mike took a sharp intake of breath, and his face was stricken with dismay. His strong arms encircled her and pulled her up to his broad chest.

“Please don’t cry.” His voice cracked.

“I’m sorry,” she sniveled.

“So am I,” he said regretfully. “It’s new for me, this possessive, uncontrollable need to be near you and protect you. I have tried to keep it under control when I am close you. I was so worked up trying to find you that I almost lost it when I detected your scent on Mark. I’m not a bully, and I’d never hurt you or force you to do something that you didn’t want to do, but I am a Prime and an Alpha, and that means being the most dominant Were in several Packs. You must understand this, you are Were.”

She nodded, caught his gaze, and held it for a moment. Her heart thudded rapidly out of synchrony with her breathing and the rise and fall of her chest. Through the connection they shared, she was drenched in the wave of his need for her, his hope for the future, and his utter faith that she was his. She understood that he was worried for her safety because she meant everything to him. She gasped a breath. She hadn’t known the force of such emotion before. He was very dominant, but she just hadn’t seen how much so until now. He had obviously tightly tethered his beast when they made love, in order to be gentle and not scare her, but truth be told she liked a dominant man. Nature would not have given her such a mate if they were not compatible.

He deserved her respect. She settled back on her knees and placed her head sideways in his lap, exposing her throat while wrapping her arms around his knees.

He sighed. “I love you, Angela.”

He stroked her hair, and she could feel his cock through his jeans, lengthening against her cheek.

“Mike, take me as my Alpha, love and fuck me as my mate. Don’t hold back, give me all of yourself.”

He was on her like white on rice.

Chapter 11

“That smells great. I’m so hungry I could eat a scabby horse.” Joanna breezed past Yuri and snagged the food basket on her way to the kitchen.

Both of her men were staring at her. Vlad had a bemused look on his face, but Yuri’s was expressionless.

“Oh stop fuming, Yuri. I can feel you from here.”

She froze midunpacking of the goodies because it was true, she could feel the mix of emotions rolling off him. He was a little angry, a lot anxious, aroused, and felt possessive and protective toward her. It must have something to do with her biting him.

“Let’s eat, raise our blood sugar levels, and then talk. Don’t be upset with me.” She spoke as soothingly as she could because she really didn’t like the way it made her feel all squirmy and uncomfortable. She moved over to him and stroked his back and shoulders as she snuggled close.

“
Da.
Eat, talk, and fuck. Then feel much more happy.” Vlad smirked.

Yuri snorted but seemed to relax. She had just discovered that he really liked to be touched and caressed, and that she liked doing it.

They sat at the table, but Yuri insisted that she sit on his lap, and he fed her most of her food. It was delicious, and as they talked she polished off both steaks and all her fries.

“So what do you guys do for a living?”

“We have much land including large nature reserve. We have mineral extraction company. There are many plentiful natural resources that we use carefully for the good of the Pack. We are being responsible for our Pack security and well-being.”

“Are all your Pack Russian? Does anyone else speak English?”

“
Nyet
, not all Russian. There are Pack members to talk to, do not be having worry. Movement is being much more easy since fall of Soviet Union and our Pack is strong with new mates who have English.”

That didn’t sound too bad.

“What do you like to do for fun?”

They blinked at her, and a slight pinking of Vlad’s cheeks told her some of it. She groaned. “Apart from sex.”

“We like to hike, cross-country ski, and, like you, we enjoy to ride motorcycle.” Yuri paused for a moment and looked at her sternly. “Do not be thinking to slide on motorcycle again.” His hand subconsciously rubbed his chest over his heart.

Before she could protest, Vlad added, “We have big library in our castle and movie room. We like American action movies.”

“You live in a castle?” she asked.

“
Da,
very old but now very comfortable. It was not always so.”

“We train and fight to keep skills and fitness. We will teach you some defensive moves, it will be good for your safety,” Yuri declared.

“Oh, I can fight,” she said, feeling smug. Her mother had made sure of it.

Yuri’s eyes widened. “I am looking forward to seeing this.”

She was, too. Just the thought of sparring with her mates sent a shiver of lust up her spine. She wouldn’t have to hold back, which was a first for her.

Yuri’s nostrils flared. He could clearly smell her desire and gave her a knowing smirk. Since she had sunk her teeth into him, tasted his blood as she took his semen within her, she felt a stronger connection to him. He stroked her hip as he held her closer.

“What do you do for to work, my Joanna?” Vlad asked.

She explained her job and the fact that she now worked on her laptop, wherever she happened to be. Yuri seemed to perk up at this news.

“So you can be working from all locations, including Siberia, no? This is very good. We have office in castle and satellite connection. Communication is no problem, so you will be happy.” There again he displayed that arrogant confidence that both annoyed and turned her on.

“So you will allow me to work in between sex, birthing, and looking after offspring…great.”

Fortunately they recognized sarcasm.

“You do not want children?” Vlad sounded puzzled and upset.

“I…look, I only met you today. Yes, I want kids, but I’ve not given it a lot of thought. Would it be so bad to wait a few years?”

The twins looked at each other, and unspoken communication passed between them.