The Alpha's Virgin Possession (3 page)

No man had gone near her on her eighteenth or
nineteenth birthday. When all the pack were fucking, she’d scampered away to be
alone and mourn what she could never have. Some of the pack females enjoyed
teasing her and taunting her lack of love life. Shaking her head to clear the
horrid images from her mind, she looked up at him.

“You’re not going to tell me?” he asked.

“No, why should I?”

Stop fighting, you idiot. He can do anything he wants with you.

He intrigued her. Nick was a mystery. She’d never
heard about him before. Most outlaws were discussed in great detail amongst
packs, but she couldn’t fit his circumstances with the name of any outlawed
wolves.

“We’re going to play this game, I see.”

“It’s not a game. I don’t have to tell you anything.” She
was terrified and couldn’t stop the words from spilling out of her mouth. The
grip in her hair tightened pulling her head back, exposing her neck.
Stop goading him.

“No. I’m an expert in getting what I want, Clara. I’ll
have you begging for me to fuck you by the next full moon.”

“How dare—”

She didn’t get to finish her statement when his lips
smashed down on
hers,
cutting off any angry protest
she wanted to start with him. Outraged by the kiss, she opened her mouth,
getting ready to push him away with her fists, and he took advantage,
plundering her mouth with his tongue.

Pressing her palms to his chest, Clara had every
intention of pushing him away when his free hand curved around her ass. She’d
never been touched in such a passionate way before. There was no control over
her responses. Her nipples budded against her shirt as her pussy melted. The
wetness seeped into her panties. She was mortified at her response to him. The
man who bought her shouldn’t be getting this kind of response from her. In that
moment she hated herself and her body for being so weak.

He held her tightly. She felt the evidence of his
happiness pressing against her stomach. His tongue stroked her lips before
sliding inside, meeting with his own.

She had every intention of pushing him away from her.
With his hands and tongue exploring her body, she couldn’t bring herself to
push him away. Her body felt odd, different with his touch.

Nick pulled away first, smiling. “See, I can smell how
wet your pussy is, baby. You want me, and I’m going to find out soon if you’re
a virgin. Don’t worry, I can wait.” He put his hands between her thighs,
cupping the evidence of her need.

Swatting his hand away, she glared, hoping he’d stop
tormenting her. “You’re a hateful man.”

“No, I’m not. I’m a man who knows what he wants and
goes after it without thought.” He claimed her lips once again, showing her who
was boss. “Don’t think to hide or fight me. You’ll lose.”

He stormed out of the room in the next breath.

Lips tingling, breasts tight, and a heat between her
legs that made her feel like she was burning alive, she turned away from the
door. No, she refused to let the man who bought her like she was some kind of
possession affect her. She wrapped her arms around her body, trying to hold
onto some kind of sanity.

You like him.

She shook her head. There was no way she could like
him. He was a monster who’d bought her. She opened two doors discovering the
en-suite bathroom. Entering the room, she turned on the shower before removing
her clothes. Being bought didn’t mean she couldn’t be clean.

Standing under the hot water, she ran a hand down her
naked body feeling his touch once again.

Her nipples were rock hard even with the warm water.
Nick Long, he was going to get under her skin and infuriate her. He was used to
getting what he wanted while she was used to being ignored. Their circumstances
were completely the opposite and scared her.

The unknown always scared her. The men and women in
the pack took great satisfaction in ignoring her apart from ridiculing and mocking
her. Wiping a hand over her face, she let out a breath. Her life had changed in
a blink of an eye.

After she finished washing, she wrapped the large
white towel around her body then headed toward the mirror. She wiped away the
steam and checked out the red sores around her neck. They would disappear soon,
but they irritated her.

She ran her fingers over the red line, gritting her
teeth.

You’re away. You’re free.

Clara wasn’t free. She was at the mercy of a man she
didn’t know. Was Nick hiding some horrid secret? Why was he outlawed?

None of the answers she wanted would come to her
through her reflection. Letting out a frustrated growl, she left the bedroom.

Coming up short, she saw an oversized shirt resting on
the bed. The shirt hadn’t been there when she left the room. She checked the
door before standing before the bed. Clara couldn’t help but be touched. He’d
left her a shirt to wear.

Drying her body, she quickly put the large shirt over
her head, smelling him instantly. She was shocked the fabric fit over her large
body. Smiling, she climbed into bed and settled down. Maybe he wasn’t so awful
after all.

Chapter Three

Nick left the shirt, but he didn’t leave without
looking at her lush body first. He found her naked in the shower with eyes
closed looking up at the shower jet. Her body was so full and round, she made
him ache with need to possess her. She’d take the fucking he so wanted to give
her.

He left the bathroom before she scented him close by.
The smell from the bath soaps along with the noise of the shower would stop her
from hearing him. Nick closed all the doors so she wouldn’t know he’d been in
apart from the nightshirt.

Sitting down on the edge of his bed, he ran a hand
down his face. His cock was rock hard and showed no signs of diminishing even
though he wanted it to. There was no female close enough apart from Clara to
fuck.

The game was set. She would fight him at every turn,
but he felt the need inside her body. In no time at all she’d be begging him
for more, and he intended to give her everything.

Removing his clothes, he didn’t bother with a shower.
He changed into a robe then left his room to check through the whole house. No
one ever bothered him out here. His security was tight, the electrical systems
top of the range.

Going into his security room he checked the cameras
and made sure the codes were all in place before locking the front door at the
press of a button.

He tried not to think about the kiss or the feel of
her lush body pressed against his own. Blocking all the thoughts from his mind,
he headed back upstairs, pausing outside of her room. There was no sound coming
from behind the door. He half expected her to come out, cursing and shouting at
his audacity to enter the room.

Turning the knob, he opened the door to find her
curled up in the center of the bed. He entered the room, closing the door
behind him. She didn’t make any move. From the sound of her breathing she was
in a deep sleep.

Leaning down, he stroked her cheek, hearing her sigh
and roll over. Unable to resist holding her, he climbed in beside her, lifting
up the cover. She didn’t wake up. Clara must be exhausted not to wake up at the
slightest movement.

If anyone tried to get into bed with him, he’d be up
like a shot. Years of being an alpha had cemented
his own
protection.

He eased down then touched her arm. Again, she didn’t
wake at all. Frowning, he hated her lack of response.

Why? You could come here every night, and she wouldn’t wake up to push
you away.

Smiling at the sudden fun he could have, Nick wrapped
his arms around her. She muttered something but curled up against him. Her hand
rested underneath her chin. Staring down into her lovely face, he stroked the
length of her red hair. The color looked like fire against the lilac pillow. He
wondered what it would look like spread across his lap as she took his cock
deep into her mouth.

The kiss they shared had been hot, fiery, and set his
pulse ablaze with the feel of her against him. When she gave into him, their
passion would be epic. There was no other word he could think of to describe
their few precious minutes together. Pushing the blanket down, he saw she wore
the shirt he gave. So, she would take gifts from him, providing he left them
for her and gave her little choice but to accept them. The shirt he’d given her
was one he wore late at night when he worked at home. It looked good on her.

From the size, he saw he was bigger than she was in a
lot of ways. Running his fingers down her arm, he heard her sigh again. Her
response to his kiss had to be a sure sign she was a virgin. There was no way a
woman used to the attention would feel that way.

Buying a woman online had left a bitter taste in his
mouth. Many times he looked at the price of a pack female wondering how many
packs had given up wolves for money. When he’d controlled a pack, he had never
put any of his pack members up for auction. Each person was to be cared for,
loved. Selling them to some stranger would have incurred his wrath, and he’d
have taken care of them. It had been well over ten years since he was in
control of a pack, so things must have changed since he was last in charge.

Pushing the nasty thoughts out of his mind, he thought
only about how wonderful Clara felt against him.

When she lifted a leg to rest near his cock, he almost
lost control. The full moon was far off, but he didn’t need the full moon to
turn into his wolf form. He stared at the harsh red mark around her neck,
thinking about the silver curse in his flesh. She had no right to be cast out,
but he knew it was because of her weight.

Plenty of pack females were thin, slender, anorexic
looking because of their fast metabolism. Some packs looked down on a woman with
curves. He was not one of them. In fact, if he’d not been outlawed and had still
been an alpha of a pack, he’d have taken a fancy to Clara regardless.

Her curves, her smell, drove him insane. From the
moment she climbed out of the car, he’d been intrigued by her.

Kissing her forehead, he saw how vulnerable she was.
Anyone could have hurt her in the old pack. He was never going to send her back
home.

For Clara, her future would be filled by him, and he’d
give her everything her heart desired.

Relaxing beside her, Nick closed his eyes waiting for
sleep to claim him. He wrapped his arms around his new possession, happy and
settled for the first time in his life.

If his parents could see him now, they’d be so happy
for him. Clara was a fine female to call
his own
.

****

Waking up, Clara groaned against the reality of her
situation. The sudden smell of Nick had her jerking awake, rubbing at her eyes.
Glancing around the room, she expected to find him lurking, ready to pounce at
any time. Going to her knees, she looked left and right then down at her body.

The smell had to have come from the shirt she was
wearing. There was no sign of the man in the bedroom she slept in. Climbing off
the bed, she looked around, finding no more clothes. Her own were filthy, and
she wasn’t wearing them.

Heading to the bathroom, she sorted through her
morning routine of going to the toilet, washing her hands,
then
brushing her teeth to combing through her hair. She left the length to fall
around her shoulders. Clara usually bound the length up to keep it out of her
way.

Blowing out a breath, she grabbed a robe and walked
downstairs. The sun was shining brightly through the kitchen. The double doors
were wide open. She heard Nick arguing with someone. Stepping closer, she found
him on the phone, yelling and pacing the patio.

Looking past his shoulders, she saw a table laden with
food and drink. Her stomach growled. He jerked at the noise, staring right at
her.

“I’ve got to go. Be ready for my call within the hour
or it’s your fucking job.” He growled the last word into the phone then hung
up.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Come outside. Breakfast is served.”

Checking to make sure the robe was closed, she walked
outside. The heat hit her, wishing she left the robe and had clothes in place
of it.

“No one can see us. Take the robe off. You’re going to
sweat and start to stink badly,” he said, taking a seat.

She watched him lift a large glass to his lips. How
did he make drinking look so erotic? Fidgeting with the belt, she glanced at
him seeing the smile on his lips. He was teasing her, testing her. She took the
seat opposite him, and when he couldn’t see her legs, she removed the robe.

His lips twitched, clearly happy with her.

“I may not be able to see your thighs, but I’ve got a
clear view of those nipples, baby. You’re turned on or cold, I wonder?”

“It’s a little chilly,” she said, hating him.

“I imagine you are.” He sipped some more juice smiling
at her.