The Alpha's Virgin Possession (12 page)

“What warning? Dean was arranging to come to my house
for dinner tonight. Clara’s an amazing cook, and he is always looking for an
excuse to visit.” He gave Dean a pointed look, entering the office. Clara stood
by his desk with a smile plastered to her face.

The five men entered his office as Dean took a seat.

“I’ll see you at home tonight. I’ll do my famous
chicken curry,” Clara said. She was nervous. Reaching out, he held her face,
slamming his lips down on hers. Nick kissed the life out of her smelling her
arousal when he was finished

“Baby, everything about you is famous.”

“Who is this?” Charles asked.

“I’m his girlfriend. It’s a pleasure to have met you
all.”

Clara made her excuses. Charles wasn’t having any of
it. “You’re a female wolf who hasn’t been outlawed. Why are you with Nick?”

She turned her gaze to his before looking back at the
large man. He watched her tug her arm out of his hold.

“I’m in love with him. You have no right to insult him
in his own building. Even the collective of alphas are not above showing respect.”
She turned back to him.

He saw the truth in her eyes. In front a room full of
men who could take her away she’d told him she loved him.

“I’ll see you tonight with only Dean?” she asked.

“You will, baby.”

She left without another backward glance. Shit, he
should have told her how he felt. Feeling like a bastard, he pushed it aside
and concentrated on why the collective of alphas were in his office.

****

Great, Nick was probably laughing at her right now.
Clara walked down the street swinging her basket from side to side. She’d made
a complete fool of herself admitting her feelings. The moment Charles touched
her, she’d sensed his power. There was a reason why the collective of alphas
were needed. They were far stronger than all wolves.

She walked through the city park basking in the
sunlight. Her body was still alive from their harsh fucking in his office.

Running fingers through her hair, she took one last
look around the city before going home. The large house no longer looked
dominating. Every day that passed she added a little touch of her own. Letting
herself inside, she went straight to the kitchen to put the slaw and potato
salad in the fridge. She’d not been kidding about the curry. The chicken was marinating
in the fridge in plenty of spices.

Once everything was put away, she took a shower
leaving her dress in the bedroom to make her way downstairs to the pool. For
the next hour she tried to collect her thoughts as she took a long swim. Why
was the collection of alpha in the offices?

Dean’s words had been muffled. What did they want with
Nick?

She’d seen the tension in Nick’s whole body. Being
honest in the room had been essential.

When she could put it off no longer, she went back to
wash the pool from her body, changed into another summer dress, then went into
the kitchen. She started making her curry, humming as the process soothed her.

Clara tensed when she heard the door open. Dean and
Nick talking invaded her calmness.

Seconds later Nick entered the room. He looked tired,
worn out.

“Did you mean what you said in my office?”

She dropped her head, not wanting to meet his gaze.

“Don’t do that,” he said. “Look at me and tell me the
truth.”

“Yes, I meant every word I said. I’ve fallen in love with
you. I tried not to, and it’s insane. I’ve not known you all that long, but I
know how I feel and I love you.” She pressed a hand to her lips, wishing the
ground would open up and stop her from talking.

“For fuck’s sake, Nick, go to her and tell her how you
feel,” Dean said. He was leaning against the doorframe watching them. She’d
been so concerned about Nick she hadn’t heard him enter.

“Get out of here. Go to the dining room or something,
but give us some much needed privacy,” Nick said, glaring at his friend.

Dean held his hands up. “I’m just trying to help a
friend out. Don’t let him get away with shit, Clara.” He winked at her before
leaving.

“Blasted man doesn’t know when to stay out of other
people’s business.”

“He cares about you.” She picked up her wooden spoon
to start stirring the sauce.

“The first night you were here I sneaked into your
room,” he said, taking her completely by surprise.

“What?”

“I saw you taking a shower. I left you my shirt, but
when you were asleep I came back. We slept together that night. I held you in
my arms leaving you before you woke.”

“Your scent wasn’t only on the shirt?”

“No, I was there all night.”

“Why are you sharing all this with me?” she asked.

“You have a right to know. I shouldn’t have kept you
in the dark, but I did. The first day I took you, I was ready to mate with you,
but I held myself back out of fear. I didn’t want you to be afraid of me. I’ve
wanted to mate with you for a while now, Clara.” He held his hand up stopping
her from talking when she would have. “I don’t just want to mate with you
because you’re the only available female wolf to me. I love you, Clara.”

His words lifted her spirits.

“Why are you telling me this?” she asked.

“I need you to know how I feel. I love you. It has
nothing to do with the money I spent on you. I’d pay your parents again, over
and over, to make sure I got you. You’re amazing.” He stopped, taking a step
closer to her.

“Pussy.”
She heard Dean calling out
the name.

Nick shot the door a glare but didn’t back down.

“In the next couple of days you’re going to get a
visit from the collective of alphas.”

She jerked back, worried. “What? Why?”

“They’re hunting men and women who sell females to be
used. Your father has been caught, and he’s exposed me.”

Clara reached out, pressing a hand to his chest. “What
are they going to do?”

“Your father and your family are being punished by the
collective. They can’t do anything to me as I’m outlawed already. I’m not bound
by pack law, but your family broke the law. They’re coming to see you, and it
will be up to you what you want to do.”

“What do you mean?”

He cupped her cheek, holding her close. “If you wish
to leave to join your pack, you may do so. They’ll take care of you giving you
a home.”

“Do you want me to go?” Only a minute ago he’d been
telling her how much he loved her, and now he was telling her this. Clara felt
torn in two on what to think.

Nick held her face, staring into her eyes. She saw the
pain in his dark brown depths. “No, I don’t want you to go, but I don’t want
you to feel forced to stay here. I love you, Clara. I want to mate with you.
This is a choice you’re going to have to make.” He kissed her lips, pulling
away. “The curry smells amazing. I need to run,” he said, turning toward the
door.

Unable to stop him, she watched him tear his clothes
off and change within the next second.

“He’s scared,” Dean said, bringing her attention back
into the room.

“Scared? Scared of what?” She was confused, and she
hated the feeling.

“Nick is outlawed, and he bought you. I know you
didn’t have the best start in this relationship.” Dean leaned over the kitchen
counter. “If the collective choose to, they can take you away.”

“What? Why?”

“You’re a female who has been taken by an outlawed
male. They could override your decision to stay with him. Their argument is accusing
you of suffering with Stockholm syndrome.”

“They’re insane. I don’t suffer with anything.” She
ran fingers through her hair, panicking. For the first time in her life, she
was in love, and it could all be torn away from her.

“Do you care about what happens to your family?”

“No, I couldn’t give a shit about what happens to
them. They were not my family. They spent their whole life making me aware of
how awful I was to their reputation.” She let Dean see her anger.

“Look, you prove to the collective of your feelings
about your family and your love for Nick and you can win. They wouldn’t be able
to take you away, but you also need to make a choice,” Dean said.

“Choice, what
choice?”

“If you ever
want to be part of a pack again or not.
Nick
will never be held in their grip. He possesses the dangerous mark whereas you
do not. Another pack will accept you with open arms.”

Dean raised a brow, opening his hands.

Clara went back to her curry, hearing the pain of
Nick’s howl in the distance.

Chapter Twelve

Nick saw his friend out trying his best to ignore the
sympathy in his eyes. Whatever happened was up to Clara. He wouldn’t try to
influence her decision. If the alphas found her suffering from some syndrome or
another, he’d lose her either way. How had a simple business transaction turned
into something so painful? He was in love with her. The thought of losing her
left a giant hole inside his chest.

Clawing out his heart wouldn’t be half as painful even
if he would be dead. Clara was upstairs in their bedroom. She rarely spoke over
dinner leaving him and Dean to talk business. He was tired of business and the
incessant need to earn money. What was the point of earning money when he had
no one to share it with?

Staring at his reflection in the mirror Nick let out a
breath feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. He’d been a good alpha,
and he hoped to be a good mate.

“Nick?”

He turned to see the love of his life standing in the
doorway. She wore a sheer white negligee that covered her body without really
hiding her curves. He saw the hardness of her nipples pressing against the
fabric along with the thatch of red curls between her thighs.

“I thought you’d gone to bed.”

“I’m not going to bed without you.” She took a step
into the room.

Nick didn’t move and watched her get closer, her hips
moving seductively with every step she took.

She pressed her palms onto his chest. Taking hold of
her hands, he tried to push her away.

“Don’t!” She shouted the word, glaring at him. “They
may have come into your office at lunchtime, but they’re not here. Do not push
me away.”

“They could take you away from me. Do you really think
I can handle making love to you knowing they’re going to take you from me? It’s
killing me.”

She shoved him hard, slapping his chest.
“You selfish bastard.”
The anger on her face was clear. “Do
you think I wanted this? For so long I was the fucking fat wolf of the pack. No
one wanted me. I was humiliated on my eighteenth. No one wanted to be with me.”
She slapped a palm to her own chest. “Then just as suddenly I’m sold to a man I
do not know, an outlawed man accused of murder, and I fall in love with him.
You awaken my fucking body like it was your own.”

He saw the pain in her eyes as they mirrored his own.

“I really thought I was happy to never have to worry
about falling in love or being with a man. I gave you my virginity, Nick. I’ve
given you a part of me. I don’t care what happens to my family. They were never
here with me. You were, and I will make sure they all know how I feel. I can
live without a pack, but I can never live without you.”

Unable to deny himself the pleasure of touching her,
he gripped her neck, tugging her close. She wrapped her arms around him,
holding him tightly. For many minutes they simply held onto each other, gaining
comfort. He inhaled her sweet scent mixed with his own.

“I love you,” she said. “Don’t stop fighting. I
won’t.”

Her hands ran up and down his chest. Nick watched her
movements without pushing her away. Their future was in her hands when the
alphas came to take her away.

“I love you, too, baby.” He kissed her head. Staying
still he waited for her to release the buttons of his shirt. She pushed the
fabric from his shoulders. “This is all for you. You’re the one in charge.”

“Are you sure you trust me?” she asked, raising a
brow.

He unbuckled his belt as she sank to her knees.
Neither of them said another word as she peeled his trousers down his thigh,
taking his boxer briefs with them.

His cock sprang free. The vein was thick along the
side pulsing blood to his shaft. The tip already leaked his pre-cum. She
gripped the base of his shaft, working from root to tip then back again.

Holding himself still, he watched her open her lips
and take him in deep. Her tongue circled the tip, taking his
cum
from him.

It took every ounce of restraint not to force his cock
all the way into her mouth. Clara set the pace, sucking on the tip then taking
him an inch at a time. He stroked her hair, sinking his fingers into the length
for something to hold on to.