Tara hadn’t thought about birth control. She never needed it before this, and she couldn’t afford it. Now her anxiety moved in and started paying rent. One of his people interrupted them. There was someone there to see him, and it was urgent. Cal’s face went from trouble to seriously annoyed. “Who is it?” Cal demanded irritably at his staff member. If the man’s response to the irritated tone of the alpha’s words meant anything, then his reaction was not typical. Tara was sure this was a bad thing. “Alpha Richards of the Parkside Pack is here, and he says it’s the Toronto Council business. Some incidents have occurred that he must speak with you about because it affects both packs.” “Great. I have to see him. Take Tara and settle her into recovery room one for me.” “Yes, Alpha Nichols.” “She’s resting, drink, and eat if she can.” “I’m not hung…” Tara tried to explain. She didn’t need much in the way of food. She didn’t want to be any
The Alpha entered the room and Tara felt her body clench as her fears and desires warred within her. He’d just taken what he wanted from her, and her body wanted more. She let out a little gasp as she clenched her thighs together. Cal didn’t miss any of the signs. It pleased him to know the sight of him made her aware of what he was to her. “This is a recovery room where submissives can go to process their training sessions physically and mentally. No one fucks in them. That defeats the purpose. But that’s not why I’m here. We have several things to talk about and I suspect when I told you as we fucked, you might have missed the important information.” Tara wasn’t sure what he was getting at. He’d told her she was his toy, to dress up or fuck. She didn’t have a say in it. Tara was his possession. “I think I get it. You tell me to jump, and I ask how high.” “Partially, but it’s a little more than that. Your place will always be by my side. No matter
Jaxon returned with the food for Tara. He entered and looked at the two. He wasn’t sure what he walked in on this time, but it wasn’t a pleasant sight. She looked like she wanted the bed or floor to swallow her up. He looked like he was at a loss for either words or his temper. “I have the food you wanted for Tara. I’ll just leave it here and speak with you later. Rachel knows you want to talk to her, and she’ll be there in about forty-five minutes.” “Thank you, Jaxon.” “I’ll get out of your way now. Call me if you need anything else.” Cal didn’t say anything, just gave Jaxon a glare from the corner of his eye. Jaxon nodded and left the room once the tray was on the low table at the end of the bed. “I want you to eat up. You’re far too thin for your height and it can’t be good for your health. When was the last time you shifted?” Cal remembered something the healer told him once they’d stabilized her. She was too thin and probably cou
Tara wasn’t able to think straight after everything. She wanted to scream and yell. Defend herself from what she didn’t know. Tara wanted to blame the Alpha Elmwood and Alpha Nichols, then with her next breath she blamed herself for being weak. Now all she wanted was time alone. Time alone to lick her wounds and think about everything. Her emotions were as wild and conflicting. She knew everything was different and exciting, but nothing good ever happened to her. So she couldn’t accept what he offered. She was afraid that when everything fell apart and he kicked her out, she’d shatter and never recover from it. But she was too afraid of him to mention any of this to him, and she didn’t dare look too closely at how she felt when he touched her or promised to keep her safe. Providing for her was over the top, and she wasn’t prepared to even explore that. “Tara, we’re fated for each other. That’s not something you walk away from. I’m difficult to live with. I e
Tara woke to a warm, heavy feeling about her waist restraining her. The next thing that registered for her was the sound of slow, even breathing coming from directly behind her. She froze right there, not knowing what was going on. The room was dim, and it took her a moment to register where she was. Tara’s eyes finally made their way to the weight resting over her waist. Even in the dark, she could recognize the warrior’s tattoos. The Alpha was asleep beside her. She went to move her legs so she could find a way to ease from the bed. She gave up quickly for fear of angering him by waking him up. He’d wrapped a leg about hers. She lay there looking into the dimly lit room, contemplating this latest complication he’d added to her understanding, or lack of understanding. Tara knew it often conflicted male shifters when they first encounter their mate. But she couldn’t see how she could be his. There wasn’t another female more unprepared to be a mate, let al
Tara didn’t know what else to do. She was already alone with him, and her safety didn’t change if they weren’t alone. He could kill her for any reason, the same as punished for any reason. The way of it didn’t matter either. He would then talk about mates and submissives. Tara really needed a visual aid to keep track of it all. She now avoided looking too closely at anything he said or did. Her main thoughts now were to keep him happy and go with whatever the flow was at the time. It was pure and simple survival on her part. He held her hand and guided her along the corridor to the elevator. This time, they went up. The building didn’t look this large, but that’s because it went several floors into the ground. It meant the pack, and the club were far more secure from any type of attacks. His commute to work was a simple one, and it didn’t matter whether it was pack or club business. With both dealt with in the same space. When they finally
Finally, the Alpha let her be. He went into his office to do something and left her alone in the apartment. She wasn’t used to having such a large space to live in, having spent years in the rundown motel. She wasn’t sure what he expected her to do with her time beyond staring out the window. Was she supposed to cook and clean for him? Is that why he wanted her here? The space looked like it would need constant care to keep clean and looking like it did now. Unless he was never here to make a mess of it. When she started taking stalk of the kitchen, she soon realized she was out of her league there. It was one thing to heat a can of soup. But the refrigerator looked like the grocery store’s entire produce section was crammed in there. Tara wasn’t a cook, she’d never learned. There wasn’t time or money to take fancy classes and her mother wasn’t much of a cook herself, if Tara remembered correctly. Then there was the issue of not having access to a kitchen, e
Cal entered the living room and was hit with the enjoyable scent of Tara’s need. It didn’t take him long to have her ready for fucking. His plan to have her addicted to sex with him was working better than he hoped. Now he could explore her skills and teach her how to please him. Cal also wanted to know her tolerance for pleasure. He knew she enjoyed their time together as he parted her pussy lips, and she was weeping to be fucked. Swollen and lubricated, he toyed with her to match her want to her need. She liked her breasts roughly played with, and she loved being stretched by his fingers. Soon enough, he could play for hours with her. But right now he needed that tight cunt stretched on his cock and giving him a good squeeze. Cal knew he wasn’t playing fair. She’d orgasm in no time, and he’d get to tease her further into mindless release as he made her orgasm three more times as a punishment. She would lose herself in her multiple releases. He’d commanded her to