The Pack Slut

one

"Baby..." I moaned into the smooth silk pillowcase. I could hear the thudding above me from the headboard and I was almost certain the whole pack house could hear it as well. Good, I want everyone to know who's in here fucking the biggest, baddest-

"Fuck, baby. It feels so good," he groaned loudly. "Faster..."

"Alpha..." I felt him pick up the pace and my moans got even louder than they already were. It was only a matter of time before I was pushed over the edge of bliss and contentment, like I usually was when I was getting fucked by Alpha Ryland.

"No one fucks like you," I said as I collapsed into his king sized bed tiredly. Beads of sweat slowly trickled from my forehead.

"Well of course. That's what you get when you fuck someone like me." He fell onto the bed beside me wrapping a muscular arm around my waist. "An Alpha."

I moved closer to his chiseled chest. "I've never expected less, Alpha Ryland. Never have."

His arm went from my waist and reached down to my thigh to pull me closer to him. I was laying on him with my chest pressed against his.

Alpha Ryland was a man of power and wealth. His pack was probably one of the most ruthless and most accomplished among the other packs. Him and his Beta have killed many and were known for doing exactly that. It was safe to say that the people in his pack were scared of him. Though they were scared, they knew that he was one of, if not the most protective and loyal alpha.

He was tall, 6 foot 4 and his body was absolutely and indefinitely ripped. He was a beast. Abs, arm muscle, sleek jawline. Hazy eyes. Anyone would be lying if they said they didn't find Alpha Ryland attractive. Even humans shivered in his presence. Hell, I still did when I saw the angered look in his eyes when a pack member screwed up.

I don't remember at which point I fell asleep, I never do. But what I do remember is waking up at 6 am, to sneak out of his room before he woke. I think he gets irritated when I'm in there too long, I presume he starts thinking about his future, and realizes I'm not his mate. It doesn't matter though, as long as I'm the one he's currently fucking, I have the biggest chance at being Luna. Men are like dogs, they follow where the doggy treat is being hoisted. Yes, I like to think of myself as a doggy treat but only because there is no better suited analogy.

Now, I was laying in my own room debating whether I should continue sleeping or start my daily training. I turned over in my Queen sized bed to face my mounted flat screen tv. Having a big room like this was just one of the benefits of being in Ryder's pants.

It was around 10am when I changed into my leggings and sports bra and got ready to go downstairs to the pack gym.

"Hey," someones deep, husky voice called out to me when I entered through the crystal clear slide doors. I looked up to meet the betas brown eyes.

"What's up, Damien?" I smiled at him, my own brown eyes lighting up with a new mission.

"What's got you coming down late?" He asked following me to the line of at least 20 treadmills. Damien usually waited to workout with me.

"Long night," I shrugged, loosening the lid on my water bottle before sipping some.

"Yeah, I know. I heard." Damien eyebrows raised as he took a step onto the treadmill.

A blush formed on my cheeks but I wasn't embarrassed. I'm used to this. It's just instinct to blush.

I climbed on the teadmill next to him and put on a fast paced walk so I could get my heart rate up before I started jogging and then sprinting. Ryder taught us that it's important to train in human form as well as wolf form. But he definitely didn't go easy on either form when he would occasionally do a pack training session.