Read Enslaved by the Alpha: Part One (Shifters of Nunavut Book 1) Online
Authors: Viola Rivard
Enslaved by the Alpha: Part One (Shifters of Nunavut Book 1) (8 page)
Single-minded in his intent, he grabbed her by the hips and flipped her onto her knees. With brisk efficiency, he pulled off her pants and the thin piece of fabric that covered her rear. He’d been able to smell her arousal before, but without the clothing the scent was unexpectedly strong.
That was not the only surprise awaiting him. He clutched one of her round, plump cheeks in his hand, marveling at its size. She was a petite female, but by no means small, and he found himself enthralled by her generous curves. He felt the primitive urge to scratch and bite her, anything to put his mark on her smooth skin.
Fisting his cock, he gave it a quick stroke. A bead of moisture pooled at the tip of its head. Running it along the seam of her sex, he was surprised again to find that her hairs weren’t curly, but straight. Rather than thrusting into her, he paused to rub his swollen flesh against the silken strands.
Letting out a quivering breath, the human arched into his touch. The movement caused him to sink into her outer folds, to press against her cleft. She was drenched with warm, slick liquid. He was certain that no male had ever made a female so wet with such little effort.
With one powerful thrust, Erik claimed her. Reactions clashed within him. He was simultaneously awash with euphoria and jarred by shock.
She was a
perfect
fit.
Erik had fucked females twice her size that had not been able to accommodate his entire length. He was accustomed to having as much as half of his cock dry, and it was the main reason he rarely cared to rut in human form. The pleasure of being nestled fully inside of her wet, hot body was amplified by the contrast of the frigid air that swept through the tunnel.
Over the sound of his thundering heartbeat, he could hear snarling. He thought it was in his head, but soon became aware that the feral noises were coming from him. While his mind had swum, disoriented by pleasure, his body had begun working of its own accord. He had grabbed ahold of her hips, securing her in place so that he could thrust into her at a furious pace.
Erik was not ignorant to the fact that his initial entrance had hurt her. He’d been only vaguely aware of her scream, but with each thrust he felt her inner walls straining against him. He had stretched her to her limit, skewing the line between pleasure and pain. He felt no guilt, only satisfaction that no other male had ever filled her as he did.
As her whimpers steadily morphed into moans, Erik could feel his own pleasure heightening. His hands clamped down on her hips, the muscles of his arms growing taut. His abdomen seemed to coil and he felt his sac begin to tighten with his impending release. A release that…would not come.
Erik’s jaw clenched as the tension continued to build, well past the point where he should have been able to climax. Pleasure gave way to discomfort as his sac began feeling too heavy, his cock, too swollen. He thrust harder, trying to focus on the feel of his head hitting the back of her sheath. Soon, even that was not enough to distract him from the pain.
What finally hit him wasn’t a release. It was pure relief, cut with sheer ecstasy. He lost all awareness of time and his surroundings, his entire being centered on the sensation of his seed bursting from within him and filling his human.
Delirium subsided slowly, like early-morning fog. When his head was nearly clear, Erik became aware of blood. The sweet, coppery liquid filled his mouth, and he opened his eyes to see that his head was buried in the human’s neck.
At some point during his climax he had bitten her—branding her with his mark. As he licked at the wound, he felt his wolf settle within him, contented. The human, however, was trembling. Her breath came in and out in uneven gasps.
Erik wanted nothing more than to collapse and remain just where he was, on top of her, inside of her. But the layer of sweat on her skin had begun to chill, and he knew that he would have to get her somewhere warmer.
With great reluctance, he pulled out of her. The cold air was never comfortable on his wet manhood, but it was especially brutal after he’d just been fully enveloped in her hot, tight passage. Growling despite himself, Erik grabbed the pelt he’d worn earlier and wrapped it around her legs, before picking her up.
She was still trembling, though as he carried her down the tunnel, her shaking began to wane. She said nothing, which for some reason annoyed him. He realized that without her usual incessant chatter, he could not tell what she was thinking. Everything about her was too foreign to him and it was impossible to predict the way her mind would work.
Erik looked down, hoping to glean something from her expression, but she’d turned her head into his chest. She appeared calmer now, and as he pulled her closer to him, the last of her shaking ceased.
Why did he care what she was thinking? Since when had it concerned him what anyone was thinking, least of all, a human?
Erik took the long way back to her room, using the extra time to clear the intrusive thoughts from his head.
***
Everything hurt.
And why wouldn’t it? In the past hour, Astrid had been pushed against a wall, thrown onto the floor, forced onto her knees, fucked mercilessly, and then
bitten
. She wasn’t sure why that last part bothered her the most.
Erik placed her down onto the furs and then stood, wordlessly. She missed his warmth, but was glad that he was leaving. She needed time to process everything that had just happened, and for once, she did not want to talk.
Her mind was preoccupied, thinking about, of all things, her ex. Not about the loving, easy relationship they’d had, or even about the breakup that she’d long-since vowed to only cry about while in the shower. She was thinking about the sex they used to have.
Neil had been the first person she’d ever had sex with. The awkward hand job she’d given to her junior prom date did not count, no matter what Father Marcus said.
Though she’d only had sex with one person, Astrid had felt that she’d experienced the full spectrum of relationship sex. Early on, when they’d been in college, their sex had been fun and silly. They’d usually made a game of it. How long could they kiss before one of them caved? How loud could they be without waking Neil’s roommate?
Then, they’d gotten married. While their sex lost its silliness and became more routine, she’d enjoyed it far more. There was a deep intimacy that had not been there before. When she had an orgasm—not every time, but often enough—Astrid had seen stars. She would fall asleep in Neil’s arms and dream about the amazing future that awaited them.
When they first decided to start a family, sex suddenly became fresh and exciting again. It no longer felt like something they were supposed to do, but rather, something with renewed purpose.
As weeks of trying turned into months of trying, sex became more structured. There were specific days they had to do it, then specific times, and then specific positions. And as the months stretched into a year, they’d both forgotten that sex could even be enjoyable. She stopped seeing stars and falling asleep in his arms, and would instead lay with her back to his, staring at the wall.
After that, sex became a way for them to express the anger and resentment they held in during the day. Then, it became dispassionate. And then, it had ended.
Astrid had thought she’d had every kind of sex, until now.
Erik had not kissed or fondled her, he had not asked her “do you like that?” or “how does that feel?” Even when it was obvious that he was hurting her, he hadn’t stopped. If anything, he had been rougher. Her neck was bleeding, her back was scratched, and she wasn’t sure if she would ever walk the same again.
He had hurt her.
And she had loved it.
Astrid conjured up memories of her failed relationship, mostly in an effort to distract herself. She didn’t want to examine why being savaged by a near-stranger had been one of the most thrilling experiences of her life.
You want me to tear your clothes off, push your legs apart, and force myself inside of you.
Yes.
From the moment he’d thrown her up against the wall, she had wanted all of that. And by the time she’d been on her knees, feeling him rub his erection against her clitoris, she had
needed
it.
You want me to bite you, scratch you, and take you like the animal we both know that I am.
No.
She had not known that she wanted any of that. How could she have? She had only ever been with a human man, had only ever had human sex. She hadn’t known how exhilarating it was to be with someone that looked like a man, but possessed all the carnality and unpredictability of a feral wolf.
You want me to hurt you so that you can tell yourself that you are a victim
.
She should have felt victimized. He hadn’t asked her. He’d taken everything, and with no regard for how she felt. Yet aside from her bitten neck, which still throbbed with pain, she had no misgivings about what had happened in that darkened tunnel. Even when it had hurt, she had been with him every step of the way.
Since when had she been so fucked up?
A heavy fur pelt fell on top of her, wresting Astrid from her thoughts. She looked up in vain; it was too dark to see. Then, she felt something move beside her. Erik tossed the fur over himself, and his large body moved to press against hers.
Astrid stiffened, unsure what to make of him. She’d expected him to leave her, not stay to cuddle and spoon.
She broke the silence. “What are you doing?”
His hand moved under her shirt. Rough fingers grazed her belly as they made their way upwards to grasp her breast. He gave it a hard squeeze and let out an appreciative growl. Then, his hips flexed against her rear, jabbing her with his stiff erection.
Her eyes bulged. “You can’t possibly want to…go again?”
She hissed as Erik nipped her neck, his canines pushing against the bite mark. “I am not a human male.”
No kidding
.
She brought her hand up to push his head back. “Well, I am a human female, and you just—”
wrecked me
“—really tired me out. Never mind the fact that I was already exhaust—”
He nipped her again, harder this time. A fresh trickle of blood began to roll down her neck and she felt herself grow excited in the second before he licked it up.
What the hell was wrong with her?
She didn’t protest as he rolled her onto her belly. She didn’t say anything at all as he mounted her. There was no build up. Erik went from zero to sixty the second he was inside of her, thrusting with the wild abandon that only an animal could possess.
She didn’t see stars when Erik made her climax. Instead, it felt like she was shattering into pieces.
When it was finished, they didn’t cuddle. They didn’t turn their backs to one another to fester in a deafening silence. Erik held her for a moment, his hands roaming over the curves of her body while she trembled, the very cells of her body feeling destabilized.
Eventually, the shaking stopped. And just when she thought she’d gathered herself, he broke her all over again.
Every time Astrid thinks she’s making progress with Erik, it becomes clear that he has little regard for her feelings. While she’s beginning to find her place in the pack, she struggles to find leverage over the alpha who owns her.
Erik continues to grapple with his wolf over Astrid. The animal seems to think she’s his mate, and there’s nothing he can do to dissuade it.
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