Night Fall on Dark Mountain (9 page)

Alec jerked away from his touch, cold, mind-numbing shock threatening to overcome him.

It could never happen—not again. Not another bloody pogrom. The wereclans had been decimated before they’d fled the Old Country. They’d learned to co-exist—they’d banded and accepted law, agreed to be governed by the lairds. They were civilized, sentient. How easily could all that be lost?

Alec swallowed against the horrible possibility and straightened. “I’ll send a message to our overlaird. You’ll get your chance to convince him. But prepare yourself. He’ll probably still demand your death—and his,” he said, lifting his chin toward Joe. He turned on his heel and walked away. His head reeled with all he’d heard, and his stomach churned over what the overlaird would do to his brother. Max’s story was too much to take in, and at the back of it all was the need to find Stasia.
Now
.

Already his body tightened. Every ounce of desperation, anger, and need seemed to flow straight toward his cock, making his muscles rigid with the need to cram himself inside her, conquer her—mark her so anyone looking at her would recognize his claim.

She’d flaunted herself before Max, before Joe, her avid gaze drinking in their physiques. She’d compared them to him. He’d make sure she didn’t find him wanting.

The key to her passion was submission—rough, even cruel, forced submission. He should have known. He’d watched her with Max all those years ago—witnessed the way his brother had handled her.

At the time, his stomach had turned at the frenzy of violence that overtook Max when he’d forced her, ripping away her clothing, restraining her hands and legs with his weight as he’d entered her in hard, pounding thrusts.

But Alec hadn’t been so naïve that he’d missed the clues to her arousal. The biggest being her pungent scent. While she’d screamed and clawed at Max, she’d ripened. Her nipples had tightened to hard points, and her howls rang in his ears as she’d writhed beneath Max.

Unable to intervene unless he was willing to challenge his brother in trial, he’d bit back his objections and watched while Max ravaged Stasia. Hidden in the brush, he’d crept closer, his greedy gaze eating up the glimpses of her honed body—pale skin rippling over muscle, her dark bush framing slick, swollen pussy lips, and pink-tipped tits that jiggled with each hard thrust. He’d admired and envied her fiery passion and the fact that she’d never conceded easily to Max’s domination.

However, when it had been his turn to claim her, he’d made the mistake of thinking she might prefer a wooing over a rough claiming. He’d coaxed and seduced—and when that had failed to earn her acquiescence, he’d commanded.

Stasia had responded with a little more heat to his demands for sex, but her surrender was only a pale shadow of the passion she’d relinquished to Max.

If Alec had never watched them together, he might not have known the difference, but he had. And his failure to bring her fully to completion—trembling, begging for his touch—ate at him.

Tonight had been different. He’d acted on his frustration—and yes, a little jealousy that Max had been able to make her howl so easily. He’d scared himself with her. The violence that gripped him had nearly taken him past the point of control.

As he climbed the stairs, each step drawing him closer to the she-bitch who burned a hole in his gut for want of her, his body grew rigid, his fists clenched. His cock filled to bursting and crushed against his zipper.

He’d give her seconds to strip, or he’d tear away her clothes. He didn’t care if she had to walk naked to her truck afterwards. That humiliation would put to rest anyone’s doubt about who she belonged to. With her thighs glistening and the scent of her sweat and their combined cum leaving a trail behind her, she’d be linked with him—irrevocably.

Alec would never give her up. Even if the breeder shared his bed, gave him children, Stasia would be the one to bring him to arousal—the one he was driven to mount and command.

As his hand reached out to the door of his office, all thoughts of the men in the pit below emptied from his mind. The woman with the silky brown hair and lithe body fired his desire. He couldn’t wait to see those pouting full lips close around his cock.

He flung open the door, and his eyes widened. Stasia’s pert, naked bottom faced him as she lay draped over his desk. Her plump pussy lips were visible between her legs and gleamed with moisture.

It was all he could do not to drop to his knees behind her and lick her like the dog he was. Instead, he closed the door quietly behind him and adjusted his cock in his trousers.

He’d figured out the way into her heart and passion. He wouldn’t blow this chance by cramming his dick inside her now—no matter how much he ached to slide inside her juicy cunt.

Stasia rose on her elbows and gave him a glance over her shoulder. Her steady gaze and the tilt of her chin held a challenge. “Am I being the dutiful bitch, now?”

“Stasi—I’m not very pleased,” he lied. “Now, I’m wondering whether you’re spreading your legs because you want more of me or because you’re all worked up seeing my brother down there.”

One dark brow rose, mocking him. “What the hell does it matter? I’m here, and I’m horny. You’ve never cared before.” She lifted her bottom and wiggled it. “Fuck me, Alec. Maybe I won’t give you another chance.”

Despite the gut-churning need to follow the movement of her ass, he kept his gaze glued to hers and narrowed his eyes. “You forget who’s in charge here. I think you need a little reminder whose cock is gonna fuck you.”

She swallowed and licked her lips, her expression a little less sure of herself. “Now, how will you ever know who I’m creamin’ for? My thoughts are my own, Sheriff.”

Alec stalked toward her, his hands slipping his belt free from its loops. “Baby, I’m gonna mark your sweet ass so every time you sit, you’ll only think of me.”

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“I
t’ll be
my
cock pounding your sweet ass—my name you howl,” he said, his voice pitched low, each word fired like bullet.

As he strode toward her, Stasia shivered at the hard jut of his jaw and the fullness tenting his trousers.
Please, please, fuck me now.
But she held back the words, secretly dying to see what he’d do next.

He doubled the belt between his hands and jerked apart his arms, snapping the belt with a crack that echoed like a rifle’s report inside his office.

Her heart thumping with trepidation and excitement, Stasia eyed him warily. “I don’t know what you’re thinkin’, Sheriff, but that belt better not come anywhere near my ass, or I’m walking.” Her threat rang hollow, even to her ears, especially since it was delivered with a quavering voice.

He cracked the belt again, and she jerked. Her traitorous pussy clenched and wept. For a moment, eying his tense jaw and hard gaze, she wondered if she’d pushed him too far—and whether he really had the guts to follow through with the threat.

Unsure and unnerved, she wriggled up, trying to find the ground beneath her dangling feet when the first sharp slap struck her quivering bottom. “Ow!” she howled.

His hand shot out and shoved her back over the desk, and he leaned over her, the hard ridge of his clothed cock burrowing against her pussy. “Not ’til I say so, sweetheart. You’ve been a very bad girl.” He drew away sharply when she flexed to tilt her pussy and deepen the caress.

Stasia moaned her disappointment and struggled up, her breath catching at the next stinging snap. “Bastard! I’m not a child for you to punish.”

“No, you’re not. You’re my woman—and you won’t forget it after I’m through with you.”

The hard, unyielding tone of his voice set her pulse jumping, and she nearly swooned when he striped her bottom with several more burning slaps of leather. “You think I’m gonna fuck you after this?” she shrieked, her anger a pretense. “You’re crazy! You low-down mother-fu—ouch!”

“You’ll address me with respect,” he said, his voice cold and hard. “I’m your master, Stasi. Say it!”

The belt rose and fell, not hard enough to raise a welt—part of her acknowledged the care he took to avoid really hurting her, but another part reveled in his dominance and wanted more of his violence. “Never! I don’t belong to anyone.”

“Wrong answer.” He swatted her again, this time grazing her tender pussy.

Stasia’s breath caught on a jagged sob, and she sank against the desk, gripping the edge as deep inside her desire coiled tightly, liquid fire spilling from her body. The next stinging glance against her cunt had her curling to rub her breasts on his desk pad, scraping the aching tips on the edge of the papers. She mewled and squirmed as the next stripes fell, warming places not yet touched by his careful punishment.

A hand caressed her bottom. “Your butt’s all pink and hot.”

A finger dipped into her pussy, and her inner muscles clamped around it.

“Jesus, you’re hot. Ready to call me master, or do you want more?”

“You can go to hell,” she said, sniffling, her ass and pussy on fire.

The belt landed on the desk beside her face, and he leaned over her again, nudging apart her legs roughly with his knees and reaching for her hands. His heavy weight pressed her into the desk, but before she could choke out a protest, he wrapped the belt around her wrists and cinched it tight.

She bucked against him, alarm lifting goose bumps across her skin and spiking her nipples painfully tight. “Let me go now!”

“You don’t make demands. You serve me, got that?”

“Fuck you!” She bucked again, but only managed to center his cock along the seam of her pussy. “Ah!” She convulsed, the first spasm of an orgasm overwhelming her. She squirmed to rub harder against him.

“You need to learn your lesson,” he gritted out and lifted his hips away.

She nearly wept with frustration until she heard the scrape of his zipper.
Oh God! He’s going to fuck me now. Yes!
She squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath.

The blunt head of his cock pushed between her folds and air hissed between his teeth. But he didn’t sink deep the way she thought he would—the way she craved.

His cock sank only inches, enough to wet the head in her juices, and then he pulled away, only to tease her with another shallow dip inside.

“No.” She bit her lips to halt the litany of curses she wanted to scream.

His mirthless laughter gusted against her ear. He licked her earlobe and stabbed into her ear, making her shudder with delight.

“Think I’ll let you have it?” he whispered. “You want me to fuck you? Your pussy’s crying for me to come inside. It’s clamping so tight around my head, you can’t lie about what you want.”

“I want you off me,” she gritted out.

“Say my name, Stasia.”

“Stop playing with me!”

“Be a good girl.” He nipped her shoulder in exactly the spot he’d gripped her earlier that night. “Say my name, like you really want me.”

“Fuck you!” she sobbed.

He dipped his cock back inside, a teasing probe that stretched her, making her pussy tingle and ripple. “Say it.”

God, she’d come if he just pushed a little deeper. Could she goad him into doing it? “I don’t care whose prick’s inside me—you’re just any old cock.”

“Liar,” he drawled. “Shall I leave you here, draped over the desk like a whore and invite one of the deputies to fuck you hard, like you like it?”

No, no, no! God, just you!
Unable to hold it back, her shoulders slumped and her breath hitched. “Don’t—”

“Shhh…” He stroked inside, a little deeper this time, and a hand soothed over her hair, petting her gently.

The tenderness of his touch almost did her in completely.

“I couldn’t let them have you. I already told you. Mine’s the only cock that’s ever gonna fuck you again.”

He glided out and in again, and tears of relief fell to the desk. She took a deep steadying breath, savoring the sensation of his comfort now the storm was past.

Only he halted. “But there’s still the problem of your punishment.”

Stasia stiffened beneath him, wanting to howl, to scream the walls down. “Why are you doing this to me? You don’t love me.”

“Who says, baby? Don’t I love you enough to want what’s best for you?”

“You think you’re what’s best for me?” she asked, her voice rising on a note of hysteria. He continued to hold himself still inside her while her whole body shivered and cramped with need.

Alec planted a kiss on the side of her cheek and nuzzled her neck. “Don’t you know it by now? I know all your nasty secrets, your dark desires.” He whispered directly into her ear. “I’m the only one who can give you exactly what you need.”

Her forehead settled on the desk. She hid her expression, unwilling to let him see how shattered she felt. “And what do I need?” she asked, not recognizing the thin, faint sound of her own voice.

“To be punished.”

Fresh desire leaked from deep inside her to surround his cock. His laughter this time sounded strained as he lifted from her back. “Hold that thought, love.” His fingers glided over her ass, and his thick thumb trailed the crevice separating her cheeks.

Stasia moaned a protest when he circled her sensitive asshole.