Scarred Alphas

Chapter 40

“Do what you want with me,

Angel.”

“Whatever I want?”

“Whatever you want.” He replies.

“Mh, don’t mind if I do.” I get

close to his n*ck and start

licking and k*ssing.

My hands move to his chest where I caress making sure I

avoid his wounds. I k*ss all

the way down to his nipples where I continue to lick and

k*ss. His breathing quickens

and he starts to give small moaning whispers. I look up

at him as I continue down.

He watches me with

excitement.

“Do you like this?” I ask him.

“Mh…yes, baby,” he whispers.

I smile and k*ss his abs while

my hand slides inside the

sheets. I take his cock and

start stroking, feeling the meaty sausage stiffen in my

grasp.

Colt gives subtle whispery

moans but I want more out

of him. I drift down and take

his member in my mouth.

I have only done it once and it was with his guidance so my goal is to try to not choke and look stupid. I lather my tongue all over his member. The subtle salty taste at the beginning from his precum

is not so bad. I try to go as far as I can but I definitely have a limit because my gag reflex wants to activate. I pull back a bit and use my hands to

help stroke him at the same time that my mouth works on the top side.

Hearing him uncontrollably

moan is pure bliss to my ears. I am in full control here

and I like it. I am more of a

submissive person but now

and then it is nice to change

the roles.

“Mh! I’m about to…”

The moment he says this, I

stop. I move my hands away

and unlatch my mouth from

his cock.

This is supposed to be a punishment after all. He is

not going to get it that easily.

He gives a little groan but no

real complaint.

I start k*ssing his stomach again going up to his mouth and taking his lips with mine. His hair is messy so he

looks so s*xy to me. Seeing him like this really turns me

1. on.

I take my shirt off along with my bra. He stares at them biting his lips. I can see how

much he wants to touch

them maybe even latch his

lips to them. I touch my breasts squeezing and

caressing them. He groans with pleasure watching me.

I then lift myself and take off

my pants and underwear. Now completely n*ked, I sit on him. I rub myself against

his member while

continuing to touch my

breasts.

When I feel like he can’t take

it

anymore, I hold his dick up under me and sit on it.

He moans as he enters me and so do I. I start rolling my hips. He moans, I moan and

it feels like we could create a

melody at this point.

I can see him holding the chains tight, pulling on them

but they hold.

I change my movements and start jumping on him up and

down.

He bites his lips and holds the chains even tighter as he groans. I know he wants to

touch me and hold me. I am

sure he wants to turn me

over so he can take control

but he can’t.

suddenly notice that look.

He’s about to come. So I

stop.

He grunts and tries to move his hips but I hold him

down.

“No. Only when I allow it.” I

say.

He huffs. “You are enjoying this too much.”

“What do you expect? This

was a punishment after all.”

His grouchy face turns to a smile. “Fine. But enjoy it while you can because this is

the only way that you will get me like this.”

He looks at my breast. “F**k, I want to touch you so bad.”

I squeeze them. He bites his lip again and with a sigh, he tilts his head back closing his

eyes.

“Torture.” He whispers and I

laugh.

When I feel like he has

calmed down, I start moving on him again. We play this game of cum blocking three

more times and now I know

he is at his limit. He is

getting frustrated but I am not stopping. I am enjoying it. I have plans to do it a few more times.

As I am jumping on him and speeding up, building him up to where he is about to

come, he suddenly pulls on

the chain with all his

strength and one of them

breaks. I can’t even react

before I am already under

him. He rolled us around

and now has me pinned under him. I gasp in surprise and he laughs. One of his

hands is still shackled so he

holds it against the

headboard but the other one

holds me by the hips.

“You are mine now. No more

games.” He says and k*sses

1. me.

His lips crash hard on mine with frustration. His thighs

lock on mine and hold my thighs in place, completely exposed to his cock. I am trapped under him but it is not like I am actually trying to get away. I am turned on by his desperation and

dominance.

“Guess I am all yours now,” I whisper.

He almost growls. “You are.”

His lips latch on to mine

again and he plunges into

me making me gasp and

moan.

He doesn’t start slow. He

goes fast and hard. He pulls

away from my lips and now

peers down at me, watching

1. me. My hands hold his chest

and shoulder needing

something to cling to.

Immediately I am about to

come.

I do not limit myself. I moan and I moan loudly. I am sure the guards and Serge can

hear me outside.

Colt grunts without once looking away from me. He puts his hand on the nape of my n*ck and shoulder

holding me from bouncing

so much as he savagely f**ks me and I am loving every second of it. I have never

seen him like this and it is

thrilling. The bed hits the

wall as if someone is

hammering the wall with a

mallet.

My breathing becomes more

erratic as that feeling inside me rises. He grunts louder and speeds up even more. I close my eyes and hold his hand tight as my b*dy explodes with pleasure. At the same time, he grunts and slows down almost to a stop,

giving three to four hard

thrusts balls deep into me. He collapses over me but he holds himself up enough so that he doesn’t crush me. My b*dy shakes. I am unable to

control it.

I didn’t think this is how it

was going to end but goddamn that was amazing.

He rolls over to his back. His

shackled hand still dangling

over him attached to the

bedpost.

“Mh…we should do

punishment like this more

often.” I mutter.

“I disagree. That was torture.” He says and I laugh.

I lift myself to my side,

putting a hand on his chest and caressing.

“Well–deserved torture.” I

say.

He sighs. “I guess so.”

I throw myself at him and k*ss him, then, pull back and look into his eyes.

“I love you, Colt.”

This makes him smile.

“About time.”

I stay with him all night until

morning when knocking

wakes me up.

“Princess.” Serge’s voice

comes through the door.

“We need to go.” He says but I ignore him and cuddle

closer to Colt.

I suddenly hear wood

breaking which now wakes up Colt as well.

I gasp. “You broke the door?!”

Serge speaks from the

slightly opened door but he

doesn’t look in. “You

wouldn’t open it. There are

pack members here to tend

to him and his wounds.” He

says.

I sigh. “Fine fine. Give me a moment to dress.”

I give Colt a long nice k*ss and get ready. He watches me with want again. I swear

this man is never satisfied

but I like how much he

always wants me.

Before I leave, I give him

another k*ss. “I’ll be back

soon.”

“Mh, and I’ll be waiting.” He whispers.

I walk out with shock at how

much my inner thighs hurt.

Rought s*x has its

consequences.

I go to my room where I shower and get ready for the day but instead of heading to

see Victor for my training which I assume is still on, I

head for my father’s office to

give him another piece of my mind.

I swear I am going to make

his life difficult.

I pass through a hall that has

windows on the left side. As I am admiring the view

outside, I start to feel hungry and wonder if I should just go eat first. At that moment, I am talkled from my right. Someone coming out of the

parlor slams into me and we

both are thrown out of the

window. I hit the ground pretty hard but I quickly sit up. My arm hurts and I have a few superficial cuts that quickly start to close.

Suddenly a shadow is cast

over me.

“YOU ARE MINE! YOU

WILL NOT SLEEP WITH

HIM EVER AGAIN!” Ezra

growls.

I am stunned unable to think

for a few seconds.

He exposes my n*ck and shoulder but before he can

plunge his fangs into me, Serge tackles him. Ezra—in a

rabid state–turns around

and like a wild animal, he

claws at Serge, slashing his

chest. At the same time, Ezra

bites him on the shoulder

and takes a chunk of meat

out.

“No!” I scream.

Ezra turns to me with crazed

eyes. He growls at me and

starts to shift as he runs to

1. me. I get up and start

shifting too while I try to put distance between us.

I managed to shift in time. I

turn and meet Ezra head–on.

He aims for my n*ck the whole time so I try my best

to deviate from his bite but

he is much bigger than I am and stronger.

I bite and scratch at him but

nothing seems to get him off

of me.

He snapped and is out of his mind right now.

I use what little strength I have to push on him and somehow I am able to get out of his grip. I run but immediately he catches me and jumps on my back.

I turn around and start biting at him. I tried to latch my teeth on some part of his

skin but with no luck. He

bites down and clenches his

jaws on my shoulder,

drawing blood.

Suddenly he is tackled again off of me.

Colt stands over him with his

broken shackles on his wrists

and then starts shifting.

People run toward the

commotion but there is no

way they can get involved without getting hurt. These two start fighting like wild dogs.

Colt is a bit bigger than Ezra

but Colt is still hurt and I can

tell that he is not able to give the fight his best.

As if Colt is now the object of Ezra’s rage, Ezra relentlessly

slashes at him almost like he

forgot that marking me was

what he was aiming for.

I finally see my brothers and

Warrick in the distance

running in our direction and I watch with the hope that

they will be able to stop this.

Colt holds Ezra off but he is

not able to get him under control. Suddenly, in an attempt to mortally wound Colt, Ezra bites him on the n*ck and my whole b*dy goes into shock. My wolf suddenly growls and it resonates through the field

like an echo. The whole

picture in front of me

freezes. Ezra and Colt stop

moving and so do everyone

else watching. They all turn to me and suddenly kneel.

Even my brothers but not

Warrick. He looks at

everyone around just as surprised as I am.