Forrest, Dawn - Alphas' Prize [WeresRus] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (16 page)

“I am not sure that I want to go to Siberia.”

“You will. We will be with you.” Yuri confidently dismissed her concerns.

It rubbed her the wrong way that he acted as though he knew everything and that because he had declared something then it must be so. As if that washed away all of her concerns, as if nothing else mattered. The statement was more than a little arrogant, although she suspected that for the most part it was true.

“What will I do there?” She supposed that if they had a good Internet connection there wasn’t any reason that she couldn’t continue her publishing work, but they didn’t know that.

“Do?” Yuri looked genuinely confounded by her question for a moment. “You will have a home and children.”

“What! You’ve got to be kidding. I’m only twenty-three, and I don’t want children yet.”

“We are one hundred years older than you, and we have waited long enough. You will adjust.” Again the way he arrogantly pronounced it had her gulping her outrage down in surprise.

“Adjust?” Her voice sounded a little too high and strained to belie her shock and dismay. “You will be the ones adjusting, buddy, not me.”

Yuri’s eyes narrowed. “I think not. A good mate knows her place.”

“My place?” she shrieked. “Presumably on my knees waiting to serve you? Don’t hold your breath, or better yet do, because it’s never gonna happen.”

Yuri looked baffled. “You will be by our side, supporting us. We will protect you, our children, home, and our Pack. We will provide for you, and you will obey us.”

She jumped off the bed and grabbed the duvet to cover herself.

“Obey? Newsflash, this is the twenty-first century,
mate,
and I will not obey you. I’ll do as I darn well please.”

She couldn’t help but bare her teeth at him. It was a natural reaction to a threat. Vlad took a sharp intake of breath while Yuri just scowled and narrowed his eyes.

“
Da
I am arrogant and dominant male.
Da
I am your mate and Alpha, so
da
, like all in my Pack, you
will
obey me.”

“I will not.” She stood tall and looked him directly in the eye, never flinching from his hard gaze. Even through her outrage she felt a strong attraction to him. She had the urge to push him, to see just how strong he was and if he was indeed worthy of her. A little voice in the back of her mind urgently whispered that this wasn’t a good idea, but instinct screamed to challenge him. “You can’t make me obey you, you…you arrogant Alpha ass.” Again her lips pulled back in a snarl.

“This is not being a good start,” Vlad muttered just before Yuri pounced.

She barely saw it coming, he moved so fast, but something alerted her a microsecond before he acted, as if she sensed his intent. She threw herself onto the bed to evade him, leaving the duvet behind in his tight grip. She was fast but so was he, and he instantly went down with her. Vlad had to leap out of the way as both she and Yuri grappled, fought, and rolled across the bed and fell off the edge. When they hit the floor she was on top, and it flashed through her mind that he had deliberately taken the impact for her.
Grrr!

Her claws and fangs extended, and she gave a feral snarl as she leaned in closer to his exposed throat. In a single fast and fluid maneuver, he swiped his arm up, blocking her, and somehow snaked it around to catch both her wrists in the one hand. At the same time his other hand closed around her throat. They froze, eyes locked, breathing deeply. He could so easily break her neck or cut off her air supply, but he gripped her with only the minimum pressure required to hold her still. She realized that he had been careful not to hurt her the whole time. He was a seasoned warrior, an Alpha, soon
her
Alpha, and her mate, and…oh hell, she wanted him to own her.
How messed up is that?
She relaxed and glanced to the side, eyes downcast. His grip loosened on her neck, and she turned her head a little more to bare her throat…submissively.

She heard Vlad say, “Mmm, that is so hot.”

Yuri growled softly, released his grip, and moved his hands to her hips. She had no doubt that should the need arise he could move fast and do any number of things to stop her reaching his throat and the vulnerable artery that throbbed with his life’s blood. Instead he held still and waited as she leaned in, close enough for a killing strike. She caught his eyes glowing bright with desire and dominance, yet it was contrary to what he was allowing. It was a display of trust that paradoxically reinforced his authority. He knew she would not hurt him. She buried her face in his neck, licking and gently scraping the skin with her sharp teeth. She petted and stroked his hair with one hand while she shifted and used the other to position his cock at her hot, slick entrance. They both groaned as she slowly lowered, taking his blood-warm, hard-yet-smooth shaft into her body in a snug embrace of willing, ripe flesh. He filled her completely, owned her body and soul.

* * * *

Dear God, his mate felt wonderful, and for a moment Yuri lost his focus. The speed of her reaction astonished and pleased him, but her open defiance had not. It was irritating yet irresistible. The beast in him loved it, but the man was more circumspect. He understood that this was all new to her and that it was now his and Vlad’s responsibility to instruct her in the way of things. He had to admit that her strength of character and her little challenge turned him on, but he needed her to understand that they were so much more experienced than her and that she must trust him to do the right thing.

“Oh, yes, that feels so right, so good,” she moaned.

Her heavily lidded eyes were focused on him as she began to move on his body. Her lips found his, and their teeth clashed as they sought to deepen the kiss. Their combined passion burned, threatening to turn his thoughts to ash, but he needed her to understand. He rolled her underneath him and gently pinned her arms above her head. Her face was flushed with desire. In one fluid movement he shifted his hips back, pulled out, and then thrust into her. It was heaven as his thick cock forged through her tight, slick, muscular channel and came to rest with the sensitive head nudging against her soft cervix and his balls nestled firmly against her ass. She moaned and raised her hips, ensuring that she was taking all he had to give.

“I will never hurt you, my mate. Always I am having your best interests at heart, and you must trust this. I am in need to know that you have this trust and will obey me and submit to my authority.”

He pulled back and felt her gripping him tighter, clenching against his retreat. He groaned and then pushed forward again through her passage, which tightened around him like a fisted velvet glove.

“I’m…I’m not a doll or a puppet, Yuri. I have a mind of my own.” She was panting and looked like she was trying hard to focus, to speak.

Perhaps he took for granted that they would want the same things. No woman had ever challenged him, much less bared her teeth at him. It was a tricky business to negotiate past the severe cliffs of tradition and through the shallow, sandy seas of modernity. He wanted harmony with his wife and mate and realized that some matters may require more gentle persuasion, some matters may even require compromise on his behalf, and some matters…well, he was the boss.

“I do not want a doll, and I am liking your mind, but you must accept my authority. Never openly challenge me in front of others, and never, ever run from me, my Joanna.”

She gasped, cried out, and writhed beneath him as he surged into her.

“You can run
with
me.” He slowly withdrew, dragging his hard length nearly all the way out, and then plunged fully into her hot flesh again. “You can run
for
me.” He pulled back then bucked deep into her. “You can always run
to
me.” He retreated quickly then flexed his hips to drive home. “But never think to run
away
from me.” He held himself deep within her core, grinding his hips and groin against her clit as he looked deep into her dark-brown eyes. He hoped to convey the strength of his feelings for her even though they had only just met. Time spent wooing, exchanging pleasantries, all of that human ritual was secondary to the fact that she was his mate. He kissed her again and began the sensuous dance that would take them to that place he could only find with her.

He leaned in closer, his breath in her ear. “You are mine to protect, to hold and cherish.” He managed to force out the words as his orgasm loomed.

She gave a guttural growl that went straight to his balls. “As you are mine,” she declared, and then, to his surprise, she threw her head forward and sank her teeth into his shoulder.

Fuck!
The ecstasy and the energy of the connection were too much to contain. It detonated, and
he let out a deafening roar as he came hard.
He felt a huge shock wave pulse out from their joined bodies. Joanna howled loudly. It was the inhuman sound of her beast rejoicing in the claiming of her mate.

Chapter 10

Anil Kumar sat in the hall quietly, looking impassive and calm, as if his whole attention was focused on the nervous young Were tech expert currently talking about some Were web site nonsense. In reality, his mind was frantically working out a way in which this whole rotten situation with Khan could be turned to his advantage and whether or not there would be an opportunity to finally be free from his hated Prime. Khan was a slippery, devious, unforgiving character, and disloyalty would mean first despair then death. He would have to play his cards very close to his chest because the safety of that which was most precious to him was at stake.

If he could somehow secretly be instrumental in Khan’s downfall, he would jump at the chance. He mulled over how he could protect his family and strengthen his Pack when the inevitable chaos and fighting broke out for Khan’s Prime position, if he fell. He needed to be vigilant and ready to recognize an opportunity when it arose. If he could garner favor with Hawke, then perhaps he could negotiate a place of safety within a North American Pack for Zoongaash, his unmated daughter. To be free of worry for her safety would allow him to better secure his own position in India.

His eyes flickered over to where Sean Bruce sat in rapt attention, listening to the speaker as if “blogging”—whatever that was—was the most fascinating and important thing he’d heard all year. Anil didn’t think that Bruce alone could beat Khan, although together with Charles Knight there was a possibility. No, Khan would be prepared by the time they acted, and Anil wouldn’t stake the life of his daughter on their success. His best chance was Will Hawke, who sat heartily munching some sort of little pastry. The Prime was the only werewolf he’d bet on to take down Khan, although he’d heard that the Enforcer Kil Hunt was a ruthless killer who did the bidding of his master. His thoughts were interrupted by a faint, distant howl unlike any he’d heard before. It set his heart racing and a shiver of lust down his spine. It was the sound of a female werewolf in human form, claiming her mate. A thin smile curved his lips because a sound like that might just herald Khan’s demise.

* * * *

Angela quietly entered the hall and placed on a table some photocopies that Will had requested. Poor Brad looked flustered and distracted. While she knew he wasn’t relaxed around the Alphas, he usually got over his discomfort when talking about his favorite projects. She caught Mike’s eye, winked, and smiled, and was about to leave when she noticed that all the males in the hall suddenly sat up straight and cocked their heads. It was as weird as it was funny, but the quizzical smile on her face froze when she heard the soft growls that began to reverberate around the room. As a female Were, her hearing was not nearly as good as a full werewolf’s. What was going on? Brad looked worried, as he also didn’t know. Sean Bruce growled loudly, and Brad sucked in his breath and stepped back.

An Alpha at the back of the room snickered. “I think that we can safely say the Russians are making good progress.”

There were a few snorted chuckles in response.

“Lucky bastards,” muttered another.

Some of the men were fidgeting and looking uncomfortable, even her mate Mike. She narrowed her eyes and targeted his crotch. Typical male, his reaction to what they had all just heard was plain to see. She shouldn’t have been surprised, after all she of all people knew what a horndog he was. They had only left their cabin two days ago after five days of almost continuous fucking. She cocked an eyebrow, gave a little “humph” sound and raised her eyes to his face. She was taken aback by his expression of pure, raw lust and doubted it would be long before she was impaled on his cock again. Her pussy automatically fluttered in response, and she cringed with the notion that soon everyone in the room would know.

To save herself from extreme embarrassment, she fled from the hall, nearly tripping over her own feet in the process. She heard chuckling behind her. In a flustered state she rushed down the corridor toward the office and smacked into the hard body of Mark Smith, a young werewolf chef working in the kitchen of The Den. He, of course, was unaffected, whereas she bounced backward and would have landed on her backside but for his lightning-fast reflexes and snagging her arm in time.

“Whoa there, are you okay?”

“Yeah, sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Well, I was actually looking for you. I have a huge favor to ask.”