She is ready. Tonight there will be no turning back.
I’m more than willing. I am fully fucking invested.
Your poor little beta pussy is going to be sore by the time I’m done with you. Now take the steps, woman. Bring my pussy to me.
Chapter Three
Bea
Moonlight glistens on the well-worn stones of the battlements as I slip in and out of shadows, avoiding guards on patrol to make my way to the topmost tower. Here I pause, beset by nerves.
Abel.
The alpha of my dreams.
I made casual inquiries as to where he would be stationed tonight. Sometimes he patrols during the day, covering the vast lands of the Wittner Estate. But he also takes his turn on the nightwatch of the battlements that protect the familial home and the many outbuildings, which include the barracks, stores, stables, bakehouse, blacksmith, leatherworkers, and such. Although most of the house servants have accommodation inside the main residence, there is a small community of cottages for the supporting workers. My father is the stable master, and we moved here three years ago after the position became vacant.
Still, it is neither the cozy cottages nor the beautiful inner keep that draws my attention tonight. This tower has a special place in my heart—there is history between us here. If I close my eyes, I can still summon every detail of that night two years ago: the bite of the stone, the heat of him, the moment everything I thought I understood about myself came sweetly undone. I have turned the memory over so many times I fear I will wear it smooth. And beneath it, the question: did it mean as much to him?
But that is a dangerous path to wander, and tonight is not for old wounds that lingered from the time before we came here, when we still lived in the village. I thought I knew what love was then, but that lad’s rejection cut deep. After, I was grateful we were moving. In time, I understood it was nothing but a young lass's fascination, not the higher call of love.
Time to make a new memory. One that makes it worth venturing out alone on this cool autumn night.
He is waiting for me.
I can sense it, just beyond this stone wall, only a few steps away.
A deep breath, and I step out.
“Got you!” A big hand clamps over my mouth and an arm snatches around my waist. There is a large, solid body behind me that provides an instant wall of heat.
I whimper into his palm. His hands are calloused from handling weapons. He is an Imperium guard, and he has just caught me sneaking around his battlements like a thief in the night.
A rough beard scratches against the side of my throat, and his voice when he next speaks is low and gruff. “What do we have here? A wench up to mischief,” he says ominously, tightening his hold. “Going places she shouldn’t be.”
The hand at my waist moves upward, slow and purposeful. My breath hitches as he boldly cups my right breast and squeezes with proprietary intent. “Well, these are a nice handful, aren’t they? What have you got to say for yourself, lass?”
I can’t say anything for he still has one hand clamped over my mouth, but I believe his question is rhetorical. Oh, I could give him excuses as to why I am here. Say how heavenly the moonlit forests look from this vantage… That I only wanted to take in the pretty view. But the delectable masculine scent that tickles my nose would make a liar of me.
Alpha.
Even to a sensible beta lass, his mere presence stirs carnal longings. Ones that make me forget all decorum… all restraint… all pretense of beingsensibleat all.
He pinches my nipple through my dress, and then keeps it clamped, making it throb with fierce pleasure—I cannot hold back my moan.
“Aye, that’s what I thought,” he says darkly. “There’s only one reason why a lass would come up here.” His voice lowers to a growl. “And it’s not to gaze at the stars… I have the arduous task, it would seem, of teaching this naughty young miss who ventured where she shouldn’t a firm lesson.”
He grinds his hard cock against my ass, confirming exactly what kind of lesson he has in mind. Heat pools low in my belly, fast and urgent. That I am here tonight is no accident. I know exactly where I am in my monthly cycle.
Ready to be bred.
I’m a woman with breeding on her mind, and this rough guard is the perfect beast to get the job done.
His chuckle is pure masculine satisfaction as he tugs my bodice down so he can cup my naked breast. He fondles it, the strokes almost teasing—for such a big, coarse man, his ability to flip between roughness and gentleness is disarming to thesenses. “These tits are a test of a man’s restraint. Begging for attention.”
He releases my breast, letting cool air replace his warm hand, and snags my scarf from around my neck. “This will do nicely as a gag. Wouldn’t want to rouse the curiosity of the other guardsmen now, would we? I can already tell you’re a saucy one, and likely a screamer when you’re being plowed.”
I struggle and grunt, making a show of resistance.
