Shattered (Sample Only!)

5 - Bastard

CeCe

"Your Highness," I gasp out. His answering smirk disappears a moment later between my legs. "Oh, goddess! Alpha!" I'm scandalized and incredibly turned on. And cold and so incredibly hot. And damp and so incredibly wet.

The alpha holds my thighs open with calloused palms that can wrap halfway around my legs. I'm shivering violently when I feel his mouth on my inner thighs, nibbling on the skin, then biting down. Squealing, I futilely try to close my thighs. His chuckle washes his warm breath over my folds, then his mouth closes on me. Lips and tongue delve in, finding that tiny button that makes pleasure dart right down my spine to pool in my core. One massive paw is kneading my ass now, the other is playing with my folds. A thick finger is pushed into me, thrusting gently. Another, smaller digit draws slow circles around the rim of my bottom.

"No! Yes!" I cry out. "Your Highness!" My she-wolf whines, circling around in confusion. This sort of pleasure is all new to us.

"Naughty mate," he growls. He bites down on my clit. The sudden pain makes my back arch right off the rock I'm draped over like a half-melted popsicle. The agony is eclipsed by the orgasm that races through me. I scream again, my body tensing before I fall limp.

The Prince, I mean Alpha, raises his head from between my legs. Dazed, I have the impression of a sea monster rising out of the water. His mouth is wet, his canines protruding from his mouth as he snarls slightly at me.

"On your knees, beloved," he growls. "You owe me two apologies"

"A-alpha?" I whisper, suddenly afraid. A swift, foreboding chill sweeps over my body. Apologies? Did I do something wrong?

"Gavin," he corrects me. He clucks his tongue at me. "I told you to call me Gavin, beloved. That's strike one. On your knees, sweetheart."

"I'm sorry?" I whisper. Unfortunately, my apology comes out as a question, and judging by the hard, unforgiving glint in his eyes, I'm fairly sure he isn't buying it. I kneel on the hard stone, still shivering from the cold or my fear or both. My she-wolf is cowering, utterly devastated at her new mate's obvious disappointment in me. Tears prick my eyelashes. I grasp my left arm with my right hand, clutching comfortingly. The alpha reaches out and draws my hands down to my sides.

"Do you know what your second strike is for, CeCe?" he asks me. He leans so close to me his breath warms my face. I sway toward him, sleepy and hypnotized by the beauty of this place and the ecstasy he unleashes in my body so easily.

"CeCe, your second strike?"

I shake the fugue from my brain before shaking my head. "I'm sorry, Alph-Gavin. I don't know."

"You came without permission."

I have to think about it for a beat. He brought me here to the pond and isn't that his permission to come here? I can't really be in trouble for coming... Oh. Oh. My shivering lessens as my fiery blush sends blood to scorch my body.

"Ah, see?" the Alpha smiles.

"But, Alph-Gavin, I didn't know about... needing your permission?" I defend myself in a soft voice. My she-wolf and I are tense, waiting to see how he takes my rejection of his reprimand. I haven't been able to argue back to a strong male without getting smacked for it... ever.

To my surprise, he pauses and smiles. "True. I'll be lenient this time. I was just disappointed I didn't get to eat your cunt some more. You're delicious," he murmurs, adjusting the towel that is still on top of my head.

Oh, goddess, I probably look ridiculous with my towels and my blushing face. Like a purple-turbaned tomato, I think.

Gavin throws back his head and starts to laugh. "An adorable tomato," he teases me. I can't smile back. He picks my thoughts out of my head too easily. "Now, your punishment. Did the rat ever make you suck his cock?" All of the blood heating my skin leaves abruptly as I blanch at his sudden, awful question. His eyes grow darker, dimmer, as they narrow knowingly on my face. "How often?" he rasps out.