Wolf and Prejudice (The Alaska Princesses Trilogy, Book 2) (9 page)

She forced her fevered body into motion, clawing through the thick cloud of her heat scent in order to make it the few feet to her desk.

“Alisha?” she heard Matt say as she pulled a set of handcuffs out of the bottom desk drawer.

With the last of her physical energy for anything other than mating, she handcuffed herself to the leg of the desk, which she’d purposefully had bolted down so she wouldn’t be able to pull it from it’s perch, even in wolf form. Like many wolves who worked in the human world, she’d retrofitted her workspace so she could chain herself there and change in case of an emergency. There was also a remote control lock on the door, which she’d had the maintenance staff put in. But she knew she didn’t have enough energy to use it.

“Alisha, what are you doing?” she heard Matt ask somewhere in the distance.

And a thought swam unbidden through her heat haze. She flipped herself on her back to look up at Matt, who now stood over her.

“You’re gay, so why did you spend so much time with me? I mean every weekend. Why weren’t you dating?”

Matt looked away from her, and the answer came into her head, clear and almost as painful as her unmet need. “My dad got to you. He was paying you to be my friend, and dope that I am, I mistook that for you wanting to mate me.”

Matt shook his head. “I’m sorry, Alisha. I’m not from a rich family, and he promised me—”

“I don’t care what he promised you. Get out!”

Another wave of unadulterated sexual desire rolled over her. “Please get out!” she screamed, feeling both humiliated and frustrated because Matt’s duplicity and sexual orientation meant he couldn’t fuck her.

And she really, really needed someone to…

“Oh, God!” she cried out. Her hand found her pussy with a mind of its own, despite her body knowing at the primal level that this wouldn’t work. But all of her reason and decorum had vanished, sucked into the heat cloud as she worked at her own clit frantically, despite Matt’s presence in the room.

Somewhere in the foggy distance she heard Matt. It sounded like he was on the phone. And then there came another voice. A female one. It was screaming, begging so loudly that surely everyone in the hallway of offices could hear.

But even the horror of realizing the voice was hers didn’t stop Alisha’s frenzied quest for relief. She couldn’t stop touching herself, even though every rub of her own hand seemed to make the now monstrous need even worse.

8

T
he call he’d been waiting to receive since February came the same day Rafe arranged to have Alisha fired from her job. When he’d seen the 9-0-7 area code appear on his ringing phone, he’d thought it was Alisha herself, calling to curse him out.

But it hadn’t been Alisha.

Less than five hours later, he was stepping off the private jet he’d kept on retainer for just this day, into Juneau. It had been shortly after dusk when he got on the plane in Denver, but it was dark outside now, and there was a car waiting for him at the bottom of the steps. Fifteen minutes later he arrived at the University of Juneau, a very 90s post modern campus, consisting almost entirely of buildings made up glass and aluminum.

He could smell her heat scent from the car. And that was when the need inside of him, the one that had spiked after he got the call that Alisha was in heat, went from urgent to imperative. He didn’t—couldn’t—wait for the driver to open the door for him. He launched himself into the school, pushing aside any student or faculty member who got in his way. And he would have done the same to the two wolves, standing outside Alisha’s office door in hazmat suits (so as to protect themselves from the princess’s heat scent), but they stepped aside as soon as they saw him approaching.

Rafe burst through the door only to come to a dead stop at the sight that greeted him.

Alisha lay there on her office floor, handcuffed to the leg of her desk, her eyes closed, her clothes in tatters from where she’d torn them from her body, her exposed breasts scraping over her office carpet as she mindlessly tried to bring herself to relief. Soft whimpers accompanied her fruitless masturbation, and he’d later learn she’d had several screaming spells, during which she’d begged to be mated by any wolf, any wolf at all, before tiring and collapsing into the weakened she-wolf laid out on the floor before him now.

Seeing her like this gave rise to his human, and guilt made his gut churn with regret as he bent down to stroke her curly hair, which was now damp with sweat. Though he had wished to see her cowed less than twenty-four hours prior and though he’d gone to extreme measures to ensure no other wolf would mate her, he had no wish to see her in this state.

“I got here as fast as I could,” he said, gently pulling her hand away from her pussy. She let him, obviously too tired to put up any real kind of physical protest. “But I can see I kept you waiting too long. I’m sorry for that.”

Her eyes stayed closed, but her whimpers began to take on form. He had to lean down to hear her better. “Please… please… please,” she was saying.

He took the hand that had been working so hard to bring its owner relief to rest on his face, and the scent of her heat, so close, was nearly his undoing. But he kept his wolf in a chokehold as he said, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

She turned her face into his hand, and he soon felt her hot tears splash unto his palm. “This hurts. Wanting to be mated like this hurts so bad,” she told him. “Please make it stop.”

And that was when the wolf inside him pushed his human aside.

FIRST THERE WAS PAIN, a dull, uncomfortable ripping, like a Band-Aid inside of her coming off as something thick pushed into her from behind. And then it became the best thing that had ever happened to Alisha in her life.

All of her wolf senses came back online and suddenly the room went from gray to bright, tinted orange and yellow like a psychedelic sun. The smell of her own heat inside her nose went from desperate to incredible, a complete perception shift enhanced by the sensation of a body slowly undulating into hers. And she could feel—
oh God, could she feel
!

A wolf was hunched over her back, so heavy, yet she didn’t crumble underneath his weight. In fact, her spine arched, opening herself up even further as he moved inside her tight, wet space. She had never felt anything like this, nothing this good in her entire life. It was like the last page of an amazing book, a wonderful approaching conclusion. She didn’t want it to end.

But then his teeth clamped down on her shoulder, and there was more pain. However, this time, it was accompanied by a pleasure so intense, it was almost blinding. He’d been preparing her, she realized then, preparing her to receive him fully in the way of wolves, to be stilled by his teeth, as a wolf knot formed at the base of his penis. It knocked against her G-spot, every time he thrust into her.

Soon an orgasm hit her so hard she collapsed onto her forearms. She could feel herself gushing over his dick, lathing it in her hot cum, even as her vagina swelled around his knot, so he couldn’t have slipped out, even if he tried.

But he wasn’t trying to get out of her. In fact, her pussy clamping around his dick sent the wolf above her into a frenzy. Whereas he’d handled her with care before, he lost control, slamming into her with primal necessity. He was full on animal now, and Alisha wasn’t much better. The wolf knot kept triggering her G-spot, and she kept coming, getting hit with orgasm after orgasm until her own juices were spilling out of her. And when he finally released into her, his seed flooding her womb, she came again, yelling out words very unbecoming to a princess, the smell of their combined juices sending her into a frenzy of her own.

She couldn’t stop coming, and the back-to-back orgasms wracked over her body like shudders until the wolf’s voice sounded inside her head.
“Stop moving,”
it said gently.
“We’re mated and I don’t want you hurt even further.”

And she knew the voice was right. Somewhere at the edge of her senses, she could feel a painful soreness creeping in on her afterglow. But then as if it had a mind of it’s own, she pushed herself against his knot, and she cried out, as pleasure ripped through her again.

He felt his teeth loosen from her shoulder and he pinned her down. Not meanly, but like how a relative might pin down someone having a seizure to keep them from hurting themselves. Only in this case, it was her new mate flattening her out against the office carpet, using his superior weight and strength to keep her completely still, even as he continued to pulse seed in response to the insistent milking of her vagina.

“I’m sorry to have to do this,” she heard him say inside her head.

And that was the last thing she heard before she passed out.

9

R
AFE woke up to the sensation of someone’s mouth around his cock, wet and warm and so damn erotic, he didn’t want to open his eyes for fear it was a dream.

But it wasn’t a dream. He opened his eyes to find Alisha deep throating his erection, her hand at the base of his shaft, her tongue swirling around its head.

A slow smile spread over his face as he watched her ministrations. “What are you doing?” he asked. The answer was obvious, but he wanted to hear her say it.

His dick came out of her mouth with a wet pop.

“Trying to get you hard,” she answered, her slightly slanted eyes hooded with desire. “I want you inside of me. Fucking me. Always.”

His dick pulsed and became as hard as steel inside her hand.

“Oh, baby,” she said, like he had given her the best gift. She climbed on top of him with a devilish grin and put him between her slick folds and soon he was fully enveloped, encased inside of her core. So tight and warm he had to fight with himself to keep from grabbing on to her generous thighs and working her up and down on his dick himself.

But he wanted to see her get herself off on his dick, more than he wanted his own pleasure, more than he wanted anything else in the entire world at the moment. And when she began to move on top of him, rolling her ample hips above him, it felt like a dream come true.

But then she’d winced, and though he wanted nothing more than to spurt his seed into her again, he laid his hands on top of her thighs and stopped her moving.

“You’re sore.”

“I don’t care,” she said breathlessly.

“You need a hot bath.”

“Rafe,” she whined, straining her big, beautiful body against his hands in a way that threatened to trigger his wolf knot, so a bath would no longer be an option.

With great reluctance he lifted her off of him and said, “You need a bath and something to eat.”

“How about—”

“Don’t say after. That’s what you said last night, then you passed out again before I could get any food in you.”

“But I’m in heat,” she said, her voice a teasing whine. She peeped up at him, more minx than wolf and to his great consternation, she actually caressed her voluptuous breasts as she said, “You would really let me suffer in my time of need?”

He had to get out of bed then, for fear of his wolf taking over.

“I’m your mate, Alisha. That means I take care of you,” he explained as he went to the bathroom and started filling up the tub. “I don’t let you go hungry, I don’t cause you unnecessary pain…” he called through the open doorway.

He poured Epsom salt into her bath, doing his best to keep his wolf down despite the smell of her heat, which was intensifying with every passing moment.

When he finished, he went back into the bedroom and told Alisha, “Your bath is ready.”

Alisha stretched her body languorously on her bed, arching her breasts with their rock hard nipples into the air, “Oh, I see. You’re going to fuck me in the bath.”

His wolf thrashed around inside of him. Demanding that Rafe fuck her. Fuck her in the way she had been built to get fucked, hard and fast and relentless until his baby was inside her womb.

“No.” He averted his mind’s eye from the image. “I’m going to make you something to eat while you’re in there.”

Something quick like an omelet, he added to himself.

However, Alisha, he discovered once he’d finished looking around her tiny kitchen, didn’t cook. Unlike Chloe who had used every inch of cabinet and refrigerator space to make meals from scratch, all he found in Alisha’s fridge were a few takeout containers filled with moldy food, and all he found in her drawers was some plastic silverware and a lot of takeout menus.

He felt oddly elated as he grabbed one of the menus for a local pizza joint. Somehow the empty state of her kitchen confirmed what he’d already suspected. Chloe had been the wrong wolf for him, a pretty puzzle piece that just wouldn’t fit into his, no matter how much he’d liked it.

Alisha, with her empty refrigerator and cabinets in need of filling, and her insatiable wolf—she was the wolf for him.

But just as he was picking up the landline phone to order the pizza, her heat smell filled the room, like a languorous cloud. She sidled up and wrapped her arms around him from behind. She was only a few inches shorter than he, and Rafe could feel her ample breasts against the top of his back and her warm pussy, wet with both bath water and her heat against his butt.

“Rafe,” she drawled into his ear. “I’m done with my bath.” Her hands slid down the front of his torso. “You have an amazing body, do you know that? So hot and hard…” Her hand wrapped around his dick, “…all over.”

She giggled when his wolf knot expanded and contracted underneath her hand. “I wonder what would happen if your knot went off before you got it inside of me. Probably best not to risk it, right?”

And his wolf took over. It slammed her against the refrigerator and bit down on her collarbone before embedding itself inside her pussy, which was burning so hot, it felt like even his unforgiving knot would melt inside of her. He pounded into her with furious need, and he could hear the refrigerator’s few contents rattling inside of it as he humped her like—well, like a wolf in heat, without thought to decency or honor, just the primal desire to fuck his scent into her, so every other wolf she encountered knew who she was. His queen. Who she belonged to. Him. Forever and ever.