Page 6 of Wolf Traded
I’ll just use her tight body to release some of the tension and leave. Everyone else seems to be getting off and I don’t have a mate. It’s all terrible reasoning but I can’t look weak and caring about anything is known as weakness.
“You want to serve me?” I growl clamping my hands down on her hips and pushing her down roughly. She moans something unintelligible, and I lift her up off me spinning her around and shoving her into the table face first. Like this I can almost pretend she is Jara with her long dark hair and soft curves. She wiggles her hips invitingly. I’m almost shocked that she hasn’t screamed or freaked out with my rough display.
“Don’t fucking move.” I slap her ass, hard and she squeaks but it turns into a moan of pleasure. Everything has gone quiet and I can feel eyes on me as I pull her shorts off her roughly and drive myself home hard and fast.
She screams at the intrusion and looks as if she wants to wiggle away. It makes me wonder how Jara would react to my rough treatment. Would she try to escape me the way this woman just did? No, I have a feeling that Jara can give just as good as she gets.
Just the thought of Jara has my cock swelling even bigger. How it would look with her dark brown hair around my fist as I drive into her from behind. I pick up my pace to the sound of her screams and moans the rest of the room has gone silent and I know they are all watching me.
This display of brutality I realize will only cement my reputation as the most ruthlessly brutal alpha and I nearly grin at the thought as I thrust into her harder. My eyes stray to the others in the room and I can’t tell if it’s lust or fear in their eyes as they watch me brutally fuck the girl in the most degrading way.
They all seem to be getting off on it though. The girls watching me fuck the hell out of her and I never thought I would like the idea of being watched but as I keep pounding this girl and their eyes on my probably wishing the little cocks that are currently inside of them were as big as mine, my balls tighten at the envy I see in the other alphas eyes it’s a beautiful thing.
“They’re all watching me fuck you savagely.” I pull out and thrust all the way back to the hilt with a grunt. Shit. I wrap her hair in my fist and pull her back as if I am using it as a handlebar to thrust harder and keep her from escaping in my need to use her.
She wiggles again and I’m unsure if she’s trying to get away or seriously turned on. A crack disturbs the quiet of the room as I bring my hand down on her ass again and she sobs out a plea. I’m not sure what she is pleading for as her garbled words choke around a cry.
Her walls clamp down on my cock and I’m still imagining Jara as her walls milk me to completion. I roar as I thrust in one final time and then pull away zipping up my pants and walking away without a word.
It’s a dick move but I don’t care. An irritated scoff sounds at my back and clothes begin rustling before the girl steps in front of me with a scowl. “That’s it? You’re done so you walk away without a word?” Her make-up is smeared and there are tears streaking down her cheeks. Probably tears of fury. I can smell it on her. She looks like a deranged clown and the thought makes me chuckle.
“You’re a pack whore, sweetheart. Good for nothing more than a quick fuck. Get over it. I’m sure you can spread your legs for someone else before the night is over.”
Her hand comes up fast as if to slap me but I grab her wrist. Now I’m fucking pissed. “You dare attempt to strike an alpha? Are you challenging me you little slut? Grayson. You let your pack members disrespect you like this?” I growl.
“Fuck no, I don’t.” His eyes are hard he’s not glaring at the girl though, he’s glaring at me. I raise my eyebrows still squeezing the girl’s wrist so hard it will most likely bruise. “Max, take Shayla to the cages. I’ll be there soon to show her what her place is in this pack.”
Max, Grayson’s beta grabs the girl by the arm and drags her out the back door of the club. She’s screaming obscenities at me, but I can’t seem to care. I’m totally over this party but know I can’t leave yet. It would be a sign of disrespect. So I sit in a nearby booth and order another drink. I just need to wait for Grayson to get drunk and I can sneak out the same way that Max took the whore.
Things finally settle and Grayson moves to the bar after the women leave. He’s slumped over his glass of Scotch when he sighs. “Maybe I should just push it back again?”
“Are you serious? The ceremony is tomorrow. I think it’s a little late for that, Grayson.”
“I don’t fucking want her.” He growls and my ears perk up. “Why does fate get to decide my mate for me? It’s bullshit.”
The glass in his hand shatters with the strength of his hold. Blood drips from his hand to the bar but it’s as if he doesn’t even see it. Someone hands him a towel and he scrapes the glass toward the other side of the bar top. Did I just hear that correctly? He doesn’t want Jara? I’m trying to keep the smile from my face as I listen to their conversation.
“Then reject her.” Kyle shrugs and I nearly growl at the casual way he’s suggesting destroying that strong beautiful female’s life. A thought occurs to me though. If he rejected her she would need a way to bring honor back to her family and I can use that to my advantage.
“Her family is important to this pack her father is one of my advisors. I don’t want to dishonor them like that.” At least that fucker has some honor. Kyle is looking more and more like a slimy little serpent. I’m going to need to watch out for him going forward.
“It’s going to cause division between your pack if you reject her, Grayson.” I have no idea why I am offering him advice. “I can see she is well loved by most everyone except the young female population that just wants what she has.”
“I didn’t ask you, Archer.” He sneers at me over his shoulder. I shrug carelessly. When I think about the amount of pain she will be in if Grayson rejects her it almost makes my breath catch.
Things that cut that deep scar your soul and that pain never goes away. I wouldn’t wish that kind of pain on my worst enemy. I wouldn’t wish it on the pretentious Alpha’s sitting at the bar. I definitely don’t wish it on Jara. She is beautiful and the strongest woman I have met in my long life. If Grayson rejects her will it break her? Will I be able to bring her back from the brink or will she reject me in her grief?
“Take the advice or don’t it makes no difference to me.” I cross my arms over my chest shrugging carelessly.
“I actually think it does make a difference. Did you meet my mate today?” He’s leering at me.
“I wouldn’t say I met her. I did see her and asked who she was but we haven’t exchanged words.” I swirl the whiskey in my glass before taking another long sip looking over the rim at Grayson and Kyle who are watching me with unreadable expressions.
“Is she honor bound? Do you have a way for her to bring honor back to her family if you do this?” Kyle asks softly.
“No, and I’m not rejecting her. I’ll just have to live with the fact I’m in love with someone else for the rest of my life. Just because I don’t feel the bond as she does doesn’t mean I want to hurt her.”
I nearly scoff at the word love. He just had some random pack whore sucking his cock in front of half the younger women of his pack. I’m not even sure if Grayson is capable of love. Not that I am either. I don’t value love. I value strength and loyalty above all else two things this alpha lacks.
