Disclaimers/Warnings:
Any spelling mistakes in this chapter are all entirly my fault.
Any grammer errors spotted in this chapter were put there because I could.
I don't need a disclaimer - I own this chapter, bitches.
Desolate, Plenary
Chapter Two: The Alpha
My hand, once again, swatted his from trailing too low to my pants where he tried to slip his fingers past the waistband of my jeans. He was trying but was failing miserably with my continuous refusal to let him have passage to my dark and forbidden pleasure spot. Unfortunately, much to my displeasure, there was nothing I could do to stop him from trying again. Why? Well, I was sort of stuck in his lap, you see. My butt was basically transfixed on his leg that was tucked underneath it. His other leg was propped up vicariously next to me, touching my side in all its hard and muscly glory. His right arm was lying limply on said knee of the leg, his hand just dangling there in front of me almost mockingly, while his other hand was squirming against my own to get inside my pants in which I was fighting profusely to not let that happen.
"Come on baby, just one little touch," he whispered a little too sensually into my ear, his hot breath tickling my sensitive lobe. "It'll be worth it, I promise. I'll make it feel good, you know you want to, I can smell your arousal. You're only one stroke away from gushing baby, I can smell it…" Damn it body! If he wasn't whispering so freakin' sensually into my ear my body wouldn't be responding at all!
Absentmindedly, I rubbed my legs together to ease the sudden tension I was suddenly building up in-between my legs. In doing so, however, I felt my captor stiffen and shudder. My mind reeled over the meaning of the shuddering, something I'd noticed all the damned were-males were doing whenever I was in the vicinity. As he shuddered again, his leg precariously slipped from underneath my butt and moved slightly forward, causing me to feel the hard flooring of the van beneath my jean clade rump. His leg now encircled around my butt, and brought me closer to a hardening, awaiting…
Holy freakin' CHRIST! NOT again!
"Will you STOP doing that you stupid perverted freak?!" I moved to get free, pushing off his leg that was encircled around my buttocks, but I was suddenly pushed back into his chest in a vice like grip, all the air pushed out of my lungs in one demanding squeeze.
Then I felt it again: his shudder. It wasn't just his body that was quivering, but the arm that was holding me to him also felt like it was shacking spastically. When I looked down however, my gasp got caught in my throat when I saw his skin actually rippling like still water being disturbed by a small pebble or rock skipping across it. Little tiny ripples of waves shot across his skin and I knew then that something wasn't right…with me.
A mouth latched onto my neck, sending goose bumps to caress across my cream fleshed skin, tickling me in the most deplorable ways. His hot tongue lathering my neck to a slick, spit covered mess of unwanted attention. Again, like a small emotional child, tears prickled my eyes at the unwanted affection, but I willed them back with all my might. I will fight tooth and nail to keep him from defiling me any further than what he was doing now, and I won't give him and the were-males that were sitting around us in uncomfortable silence the satisfaction of making me cry. I won't do it. They can't force it out of me.
"You're a sick pervert," I growled through gritted teeth, my jaw already aching from the strain.
"I know," he finally, for the love of god, responded back at me with obvious and disgustingly potent mirth. "But you love it. Can't deny it, I can smell your arousal."
