GABE
A knock on the door had me pulling from my thoughts and it was welcoming. I needed a distraction. Thinking about the past always grated at my nerves building up the anger that always simmered on the surface.
“Doors open” I called out, not bothering to move from my horizontal position.
“Alpha, Jamerson said you wanted to see me?” The sweet voice carried through the stark and drab apartment.
The owner of the voice, Bailey, walked around the other side of the couch and now stood before me in a short black skirt and dark grey tank top. Her feet were clad with heels at least 4 inches high, giving the petite raven-haired beauty some height.
I nodded to her, while my eyes traveled from head to toe and back up again. Her chocolate-colored eyes sparkled with excitement, yet her hands fiddled together nervously.
Her large tits stretched the fabric of her top, and her skirt came just below her ass cheeks, leaving little to the imagination.
“I did,” I said with a cool tone, while still eye-raping her. My tongue slowly poked out, licking my lips while my eyes still feasted upon her. My cock was at half-mast and the thought of this girl wrapping her thick, juicy red painted lips around my shaft and sucking it, was helping him grow.
I pulled my towel open, so she could get a look at her prize. Her eyes widened and her mouth slacked open. She looked intimidated, almost scared. Her sudden expression was a massive lift to my ego.
I smiled at those parted lips “It’s not going to suck itself.” I declare, raising an eyebrow. But she doesn’t notice that. No. All her attention was on the lengthening hunk of meat between my legs.
She opened and closed her mouth before giving an audible reply “Yes… yes, Alpha.” Her words stumbled as she moved closer and dropped to her knees in front of my crotch and licked her lips.
“No, take it all off,” I order. She nodded “Leave the heels on.” There was something sexy as fuck with a woman completely naked with only heels on while you fucked them.
She shucked all but the heels and kneeled in front of me again.
“Are you clean Bailey?” I didn’t mean STDS, because as a werewolf you didn’t contract those kinds of diseases. What I meant was, is she fresh, had not been fucked by anyone else today, and had washed her body. Some wouldn’t care, but I did, I may not have high standards, but I did have some.
“Yes Alpha, for two days now.” She knew what I meant, and I could smell her soap knowing that she had showered today as well.
“Good then come suck me off.” I again, order.
The compliant Good Time girl became giddy with excitement as she bowed her head and eagerly ran her tongue up and down my shaft, it twitched in anticipation, my semi becoming fully erect when she took me in her mouth and began licking and sucking.
One of my hands was propped behind my head, while the other reached down and grabbed a fist full of Bailey’s dark hair. Tightening my hand over her strands, I began to guide her head, pushing my cock further into her throat.
I heard her gag and felt her saliva dribbling down over my tightening balls. She hollowed out her cheeks as best as she could, she couldn’t fit me all, but it didn’t lessen the pleasure as I lifted my hips and began brutally fucking her mouth.
She sobbed at my relentless thrusting as I hit the back of her throat over and over until I felt my balls tingle and cock swell. I grunted out my release as ropes of my seed shot into her mouth.
Like a good girl, she swallowed.
She lifted her tear-stained and disheveled face. I brought my thumb to her cheek and wiped away some of the tears. “You were a good girl, would like to be rewarded?” I wasn’t a complete monster. I just get carried away. I know what I like and take it, drawing out my pleasure.
With quivering lips, she bobbed her head “Please Alpha” her voice begged.
“Then come sit on my face and let me treat you like my favorite dessert.” It was meant to come out softly, it sounded soft in my head but, it just came out low and impassive. As if it was a chore for me to do that for her. In a way it was.
Bailey scooted on her knees before coming to stand by my head. I grabbed her waist to steady her, and she swung one leg over me to rest on the arm of the couch, the other still on the floor. Her arousal was thick and heady, she was eager to please me and elated that I would give her pleasure back.
With her pussy hovering above my face, I traced a finger through the glistening folds, then pushed it inside of her roughly. At the same time, my other hand pulled her down by the hip and latched my mouth onto her clit. Sucking hard.
She let out a loud wonting gasp and began to gyrate over my face as my finger plundered and my tongue flicked. “Yes Alpha, oh yes!” she cried out her orgasm in no time, as a rush of fluid filled my mouth.
I don’t let up; I finger fucked her and sucked her to her next orgasm.
“My god! Fuck me, Alpha! Please fuck me now!” She screamed. And when I felt her next orgasm ready to explode, I hoisted her from my face and pushed her back, impaling my cock inside her. Her scream was of shock and pure ecstasy. Going off like a firecracker.
I felt her catch her breath, “Now ride me hard and fast, and give me a good time.” I harshly tell her while guiding her hips up and down, her slick pussy gliding the length of my cock with each thrust.
When I finally found my second release, not caring or even noticing, if she had come again, I pushed her off me, her tiny frame falling to the floor with a thud.
She stood on shaky legs, opening and closing her mouth like a fish, stunned at my abrupt coldness. She was a wreck and was trying to figure out how to say what she wanted to say.
She wanted to stay. Not happening.
“You may leave now Bailey.” My tone was cold. I close my eyes, draping an arm across my forehead. I could hear and feel that she still hadn’t moved. “I said leave!” More forcefully this time and with command.
I heard her gather her clothes, rush to the door, and open and close it. The click of her heels faded. She had left. No Good Time girl ever stayed here. Why? Because I didn’t want them to, they were a means to a release.
Just a fuck.
If I showed more tenderness or entertained them any longer than what I wanted them for, they would expect more. More than what I was willing to give. I had no use for or desire, for a relationship. And I sure as fuck didn’t want any of the girls getting the wrong idea.
The Rising Moon wasn’t just a bar. It was my office, where we conducted most of our deals. It was also my home, and I would need to be down there soon.
I took over the bar a year after I deserted our pack, and it has been our bread and butter since. That and my sister were the two most important things in this so-called life of ours. I knew if anything ever happened to me, Jamerson and Killian would look after Seffy.
Seffy or Seraphina was five years younger than us. All this, everything I had built was for her. One day she would find out just how much I loved her. I just hoped it wasn’t anytime soon. Because when she found out… I dread to think how she would look at me. It wouldn’t be through the same doting eyes that she looks at me with now.
Seffy thinks I saved her. I did save her but not in the way she imagined. She has no idea what I did to our pack. To our parents. If she did, I can guarantee she wouldn’t look at me the same.
Seffy has no love for our parents, probably even less than me but she wasn’t cruel or a killer. She was sweet. Headstrong but kind.
I smile at the thought of my little sister being a much better person than me. Somedays I wonder if I should have given her a different life than one in a bar. Then I remembered how much I hated the pack and their rules. How they tried to sell my sister against her will and the fate she almost endured and didn’t, thanks to me.
STIXGrowing up, I lived carefree, thinking I would be in charge of my life when I became an adult.Oh, how wrong I was.I had everything I ever wanted, needed, or desired. I only realized after I had turned eighteen and was thrust into the world of adulthood how utterly stupid it was of me, to think I could live my life the way I wanted under my father’s protection. Even some things were out of his control.I wasn’t an idiot; I just chose to be ignorant. Ignorant to the fact that as an Alpha born female, I had no choices. We weren’t free to find a fated, not that that happens very often.Finding your fated mate that some goddess supposedly made just for you, they were a rare case, if there were any at all in the past century. Nor were we free to fall in love with a chosen, because as soon as that happened, some nasty Alpha would come to lay claim to you and threaten the lives of your pack members if you didn’t bow your head and submit to their demands.I say females born to Alpha’s,
STIX I headed down to the arena to meet up with other pack members who were trained fighters. We were one of the few packs that allowed females to train. My mother, bless her soul, believed a she-wolf could defend her pack just as well as any male. My father always said that was one of many reasons he fell in love with her. For her strength, beauty, and kindness but above all for her quick-witted tongue, which, he reminded me every day that I got from her. That and my sassy attitude. Unfortunately, it was that fearlessness and her mouth that got her killed, probably. I was fourteen when she was attacked. One of the rare days she ventured out by herself to the market. On her way home she was murdered. Nobody saw, nobody knows what happened. They heard shouting, then the growl of wolves, by the time anyone could come to her aid it was all over. The assailants had fled. Leaving her body limp and bleeding out. They had clawed her throat open. My father took it hard, any mate would. L
GABEThe bar was hopping tonight, more crowded for a weekday night than usual.Jamerson had informed us that we had business meetings tonight, and the Gammas shit for brain son was being returned to him tomorrow morning, all limbs attached; After we let Dynamite Al teach him a lesson.My session with Bailey last night left me feeling somewhat relaxed, or at least relieving some of my constant tension.I finished changing a keg and went to sit with Jamerson at ‘our’ table. He was nursing a whisky; one we had distilled ourselves and sold to numerous other establishments and some surrounding packs.It wasn’t unusual for us to do business with packs, not just supply them with our products but also our more aggressive services. Especially to those weaker packs who required reinforcements when they were attacked by true rogues.We never took sides. Only the color of money determined what side our services would support. They all knew it was nothing personal. Just business.“Quiet a night, h
GABEThe man, an obvious Alpha; stood tall and proud looking around the bar flanked by his two men, I took note that one had a Beta aura, and the other was a guard. His eyes landed on me, and I lifted my glass and downed the liquid in one go, still holding eye contact.Two of my men stood up blocking the Alpha’s path to me. This was either going to be a shit show or the Alpha wanted something.By the look of desperation written all over his face, I was guessing the latter.*Let him through* I linked my men. I would praise them later for doing their job, as I had told no one we were expecting a meeting with an Alpha. Curious eyes from the bar were all trained on the unknown Alpha, and I could see my Zeta’s stiffen, ready to fight if needed.The Alpha was unknown to me, not one I had previously encountered. The older man stepped forward closing in on our table, his men close behind him, constantly looking around watching their Alpha’s six.Good loyal men, who were all dressed nice, too n
STIXSMy father came back late into the night, two days after he had left. I stayed up waiting for him, pacing the front of the pack house like a possessed cat. Ready to pounce as soon as he steps out of the car or through the door, and demand answers from him. I hate being left in the dark and not knowing what is going on.Finally, around 2 am his car pulls up. He, Beta Branston, and two of his top warriors exit the vehicle. He looks tired and worried, and I detect a little edginess in him. Heightening my curiosity at where he might have been even more.“Pops,” I call out to him as he tells his men goodnight. I stood there with my hands on my hips and an accusatory look on my face. “Where have you been?” I glare at him when he acknowledges me.“Tomorrow, Hope. Let’s talk tomorrow. This old man is too tired tonight.” He says while hooking an arm around my shoulder and leading me back into the pack house.I knew he was tired; I wasn’t an idiot. I could see the dark circles under his ful
STIXI glanced towards my father who was wearing a sheepish look. Yeah, he should have talked to me last night. “You can call me Stix’s” I reply coolly, taking his large hand and feeling the warmth from it. I expected him to show dominance and grip me, instead, his large thumb stroked the back of my small hand in a flirtatious kind of way.My stomach flutters as this handsome man locks his deep blue orbs with mine. He was easy on the eyes, confident and built, and a good foot plus taller than me. His blue-washed jeans hugged his thighs and his white shirt stretched across his arms tightly showing off his toned muscles. The black vest he wore donned the skull of a wolf with crossbones.I furrowed my eyes, trying to think where I had seen that image before.“Stixs? That’s unusual,” The blond hunk chuckles.“She was given that nickname as a kid, it stuck.” My father laughs along with him but for a different reason.Stixs was the name my mother had given to me because I didn’t take any st
GABEKillian had come back last night after spending a day at the Raven Knights' pack. I’m sitting in the usual booth waiting for him to grace me with his presence. I would have had a sit-down last night, but he didn’t pull into town until the early hours of the morning, saying he needed sleep and attention. Making a point to say ‘attention first then sleep’.The Raven Knights pack was a good day’s drive from here, so he had been gone almost three days.I watch my sister dry and shelve glasses, preparing to open this afternoon. I smile to myself knowing the bar gives her purpose and insanely keeps her sane.“I can feel your eyes on me, Gabe!” She shouts with her back turned to me. “Why?” She questions still putting up glasses.“It's because big bro loves you to death,” Jamerson says walking in through the back of the bar and leaning over the end of the counter.I let out a low growl when I see the way my best friend's eyes roam over my sister. *Whatever you are thinking… I’ll kill you.
STIXSPulling the heavy door open to one of the enormous greenhouses that sit on our pack lands, I contemplate what my father is trying to do. The hot air hits me and I struggle to pull air into my lungs. The vast difference between the heat outside and the muggy heat inside the greenhouse is a sudden change and it takes a minute to adjust.I lift my nose and scent the air, trying to catch a whiff of Ruby’s perfume. The only thing I can smell is the overbearing scent of oranges.I couldn’t get it out of my head that my father was willing to give every penny he had to a mercenary pack of wolves just to keep me from falling into Alpha Crane's hands.On one hand, I’m proud of my father for sticking up for me. On the other hand, I just can't wrap my head around him sacrificing so much just for me. We couldn’t go to war with the Crimson Moon pack. We would lose for sure. With or without this band of rogue wolves. That and I wasn’t worth the lives of our warriors or the future of this pack.