The Runaway Alpha--Chapter 1

---Rated [R] in Language, Content. Mild Violence---

My breath hitched in my throat as his warm calloused hand made it's way up my skirt. I could feel the burning in the pit of my stomach as my head thrashed from side to side. I arched my back towards him, feeling my whole world tumble.
"Now Dontae . . . please," I moaned.
I'd been in heat for the longest and it burnt, it burnt like hell. He smiles at me, leaning down so his lips were to my ear. His breath tickled my skin. I felt the goose bumps rise.
"I want you to beg for me. Beg for what you want."
I could her the smile in his voice as my eyes were now half-lided. This really wasn't the time for him to feel the need to be in control . . . I just wanted him . . . bad. I helped him help me wiggle out of my underwear. I sat up, oblivious to my current surroundings.
"Who do you belon to?" he asks as he kissed my neck.
I shivered snickering, "I belong to no one."
He growled as his eyes flashed a different color, his wolf coming alight. Eagerly but gently he pulled my blouse off, I reached over and lightly tugged off his shirt. Suddenly the pain resurfaced. I groaned, falling back on the bed trembling.
"Dontae . . .?"
"Shh, baby, shh. I'll take the pain away."
It felt like forever since we'd been stripping our clothes, but as he was now hovering over me it didn't matter anymore. His sweet body heat was reaching out to me and I just . . . couldn't . . . wait. His lips found mine and as my hands found his bare, muscle-ripped back, I felt utterly reassured. He was going to take care of me . . . take care of my pain.