EnglishStoryChapter Forty-One: What the alpha wants
Jason
I watched Tillie and Travis kiss. It was strange but I liked how they were together, just as I liked when she was with Ryan. I
wanted her to fall for them the same way that I was falling for her.
It was fast, but things for us usually were. We didn’t move slow, when we found our mate, we claimed them and things went from
there. Usually, it was with another shifter, but I was glad my mate was human. She was just what I wanted, a feisty little minx that
tempted me in ways that I never thought anyone would push me.
How she would submit to me again. I wanted her like she had been at the club, naked, with her hands bound at her lower back.
Just thinking about it made my cock strain against the front of my slacks. I wanted her; I wanted to bend her over and plow into
her tight, wet heat. To feel her pussy squeeze my cock in a vice-like grip as she came around me again and again until she lost
herself to the feel of my body moving with hers.
Tillie pulled back from kissing Travis, her fingers toying with the silver hoops through his nipples as she looked up at him through
lowered lashes. Goddess, she was such a tease.
hot and so was the way she tugged at his nipple rings, giving him a bit of pain with the gentleness of her kiss.
I didn’t know if she knew it or not, but we weren’t bothered by the pain. We were shifters and it fed into something dark that our
wolves craved. My own beast was rising to the surface from watching Tillie mark up Travis’ skin, he wanted to bear her mark. To
feel her teeth in our flesh biting down hard enough to leave a scare so that everyone would know that we belonged to her.
Was that how the other wolf, Gideon, had felt about Tillie?
Did he want her to mark up his flesh the same way Travis, Ryan, and I did? Would he destroy anyone who got in his way for her
the way that I knew either of my friends and pack mates would?
There was something about his scent that I couldn’t quite place my finger on. It wasn’t a bad scent, the way it had lingered in the
air and on Tillie’s skin. He wasn’t an alpha. I could tell that just from looking at him. I didn’t know what it was about the other man,
but I knew that I was going to figure it out.
I had to. Tillie wanted him and I wasn’t going to be the one to tell her that she couldn’t have him. She was worried about him
going feral and I knew that I was going to have to look out for her. She was tender and soft. All the things that I wasn’t, I hoped
that any children we might have would have that quality about them.
That softness was a hard contrast to how I felt. It would make them good alphas if that was what they wanted to be. If they didn’t,
stepping up to the job. She was just as strong as I was and even though there would be some pushback from our pack members
who weren’t ready for a female alpha. We would get them in line for her.
Or they would leave. It was as simple as that. I doubted that she would force anyone to stay, just like I wouldn’t force anyone to
stay that didn’t want to be part of the pack. The threat of being rogue was enough to keep most of them there. Yet, if they chose
to go, I had no doubts that most other packs would be welcoming to them. Even if they didn’t run things, the same way that I did.
I knew that it would work out in the end.
Travis started to tangle his fingers into Tillie’s hair and I shook my head. If I didn’t stop him, he was going to make her too tired
for the hunt, and then she would be pissed at him. I didn’t want her worn out. If she was exhausted, it would be harder for her to
keep up with us and for us to keep up with keeping her out of harm’s way.
“Travis.” I said, pulling him back into the moment and out of the haze of heat that was building between him and Tillie. He looked
over his shoulder at me. His eyes were dark, his lips were swollen and bloody from her rough treatment of him earlier. I lifted an
eyebrow and he let out a sigh. Turning back to Tillie.
“Looks like Sir wants you, sweets. He’s spoiling all of my fun today.”
“Or maybe it’s you he wants?” He trailed her fingers down his body, looking over Travis’ arm at me. “Handcuffs were a very, very
fitting look for you.”
Shaking my head, I moved my hand in front of me. Beckoning Tillie forward with two fingers. “He does, but he’s not who I’m after.
Come here, kitten.”
“I was right. Tillie and he’s all kinds of growly. Travis chuckled, taking a half step back from Tillie. His cock made a wet slapping
sound as it fell from her body and landed onto his thigh. “Fucking hot when he’s all alpha like that, isn’t it?”.
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