What lives inside me is not tender.
My Alpha wants her in complete submission.
He wants her face pressed into the dirt, her breath hitching as I take her in the most primal way possible.
When Viper had Halley splayed open, her thighs hooked over his elbows and her pretty pink petals dripping her slick, I still wasn't sure I could be gentle.
But Icouldfollow orders.
Thank rut for LT and his commanding voice that kept my head clear.
I thought it was game over when they learned that I had never been with a woman. I expected them to finally see the flaw I havebeen keeping hidden. That I do notknowhow I will react with her under my hands, so open and vulnerable. That I might hurt her.
And then Halley did what she always does. She turned my weakness on its head.
She actuallylikedthat I had never touched another. Shelikedthat her pussy would be the first, and the only, I would ever know.
There was not one flicker of apprehension on her face. Not a single muscle tensed in hesitation. She gave me her trust completely, and in that moment, she handed me the strength I needed to push past my own doubts.
Just thinking about how responsive she was has my pants tightening anew.
I rest my face on my hand, disguising a subtle sniff of my fingers. The scent of her delectable slick lingers on my skin, and I have to force myself not to lick again.
Why, oh why, didn't I eat her out like a man starved? ‘Cause I am. I’m fucking ravenous for her.
In fact, I should’ve shoved my fears aside and taken her there and then.
I know now that she likes that I’m rough with her. A surprise I’m going to be eternally grateful for. I bet she’d take whatever my Alpha unleashed upon her and beg for more.
My cock is not pleased with my restraint.
But there is time.
Once we have claimed her and are mated there will be plenty of time to master every way to make Halley Sparks break apart for me. I do not do things by halves. I am the best of the best in all that I do. And I have forever with her to learn every sound, every shiver, every plea that will have her screaming my name.
"Excuse me? Mister Alpha, sir?" a timid voice chimes.
I jerk back to reality, sit up straight, and extend my hand to receive the incoming survivor’s intake forms.
Prime Alpha Zero has assigned our Pack to roles within the processing camp.
I'm no stranger to paperwork and strategic allocation of supplies; therefore, I am assisting with gathering data from the survivors, assessing their individual skill sets, and assigning them to a settlement where they will be of best use to the fledgling community.
The girl in front of me is young. Definitely not old enough to be the mother of the infant she’s clutching.
I scan her form again. She checked the box requesting to be reunited with her family.
"Do you know where your family were sent?" I ask.
The girl shakes her head, tears gathering in her eyes. The child on her hip clings to her with all their might.
"N—no,” she stammers. “I'm sorry. When those bad people came to our home, my sister gave me her baby and told me to run. She said the family would meet us here. I… we must be the first to arrive."
Her voice cracks on the last word.
I think she already suspects what I know. The odds her sister survived are almost nonexistent. If the Human army gotthatclose, it is pure luck these two are even sitting in front of me now.
I give her a slow, measured nod of encouragement and the most reassuring smile I can manage.
