Page 14 of The Forbidden Alpha

She huffed, sticking out her bottom lip in a desperate bid for a kiss I wasn’t going to give. She slid off the bed and pulled her dress over her tits, her movements slow and performative. She reached over the dresser for her phone, purposely arching her back to flash me.

My cock twitched. My wolf didn’t want her, but I wanted to dominate something.

“You want me to mount you?” I murmured, sliding off the bed.

I walked toward her. She flipped around and instantly lowered her head, offering me her neck in a pathetic display of submission. I grabbed her hip, pinning her against the wood, and slid my fingers into her heat. She was already wet, her body craving me even as I insulted her.

“No, Alpha. I only—”

I didn’t let her finish. I slid two fingers into her, watching them disappear into her warmth. She whimpered instead.

“Shut up,” I hissed against her skin.

When she succumbed, I pumped my fingers in and out, hard and fast, listening to the wet sounds of her arousal. I could feel the ridge of my knot thickening, the biological drive to claim overriding my disgust. I stood up, positioning my tip at her opening.

“Beka,” I murmured.

“Yes, Alpha,” she panted, trying to push her ass back against me. I gripped her waist, holding her still.

“I am your Alpha.”

“You are my Alpha,” she moaned, her hips gyrating in a mindless search for relief.

“And I will call you whatever I want,” I growled. I slid my tip up and down her slit, teasing her until she was sobbing for it. “Be obedient. Take what I give you. Can you do that for me?”

She was quiet for a heartbeat before she broke. “Yes, Alpha. Just please… fuck me.”

I buried myself in her with one violent thrust that sent the dresser slamming against the wall. She screamed out in pleasure, her body bouncing off the wood with every heavy strike. I didn’t care about the noise. I didn’t care about the bruises I was leaving on her hips.

“This pussy is mine, Adea,” I growled, the lie fueling my rhythm.

“All yours,” Beka panted. I felt her clenching around me, her walls squeezing my cock as she hit her peak.

“Fuck, Adea,” I moaned as I chased my own climax. I thrust into her a few more times, emptying my seed into her with a final, territorial shove.

I stepped back immediately, grabbing a towel and walking toward the bathroom without a second glance.

“I’m going to shower. Get out. And make sure no one sees you.”

I closed the door on her first sob. It didn’t move me. Nothing moved me unless it had long brown hair and a name that started with A.

My father held the title, but I held the leash.

The shower ran cold before I got in. I stood under it anyway. I’d been taking what I could get. My wolf chuffed from the depths of my mind. I was an Alpha who couldn’t make his own beast cooperate.

She hated me. I’d made sure of it. It was easier that way—easier to be the thing she feared than the thing she’d never choose. At least fear kept her close.

At least fear, I understood.

Chapter 7

Adea

The sun rose, and with it a hammering against my skull, violent echoes of a dream I couldn’t quite catch.

I reached for it—for the spirit that had been running through the dark woods of my sleep—but it slipped through my fingers. There was no name. Just an aching silence where a wolf should have been. In the dream, there had been a man. A shadow with a voice that vibrated in my bones. I couldn’t see his face, but I could feel the ghost of his touch.

What was the point of these dreams?