The Pack Rules 3: Ruled by the Alpha (Werewolf Romance Serial) Read online

  Frankly, neither was I.

  To left of the bed was a small table with two chairs. It looked expensive, like something an interior designer had accidentally left behind. A bowl of fruit, a tray of various nuts, and, sweet mercy, a multi-tiered dessert display with chocolate truffles and mini-cakes made up the gastronomic treasures.

  My belly rumbled, and I realized the only meal I’d consumed today was the sandwich, apple, and glass of tea that Aunt Lila had brought to me after Grey had scented me and left.

  The clang of the door shutting had me whirling around. The heavy iron key squealed as it locked us into the prison.

  “You should eat.” Grey crossed the room. “I wasn’t sure what you liked, Belle, so I had Aunt Lila choose for us.”

  “It all looks wonderful. I do have a fondness for sweets.”

  “You wouldn’t know it to look at you,” he said. “You appear malnourished. Don’t you eat?”

  I knew werewolves preferred more curvy women, and I figured given time and my addiction to cake, I could gain some much needed weight.

  “It’s been a nerve-wracking few months,” I admitted. “It affected my appetite.”

  “You’ll need to be healthy to carry a werewolf baby.” He examined my midsection. “Alphas tend to breed quickly.”

  I knew that. In fact, I’d been trying not to think about it too hard. Marriage, mating, and murder had taken up most of my mental anxieties.

  “You’ll find some appropriate clothes in that dresser. Get comfortable, and I’ll make you a plate.”

  “Appropriate clothes” appeared to mean “assorted lingerie.” I found a pink-lace teddy and matching underwear. I held them up, considering.

  “Don’t bother putting on those,” said Grey. “You won’t need them.”

  Oh, mercy.

  I slipped off my clothes and put on the teddy. The lacy cloth hit mid-thigh, but the draft between my legs was somewhat disconcerting. “It’s not really dining attire,” I said.

  “It is for where we’ll be dining.” He gestured to the bed.

  “What about crumbs?” I asked indignantly.

  Grey laughed. “We’ll manage. Life is messy, sweetheart. So is sex. And dirty, sweaty sex is the best kind, I promise you.”

  Whew. I crawled onto the massive bed and watched Grey finish piling treats on a plate. Not a single piece of fruit made it onto the dish. Satisfied with his selections, he quickly divested himself of his own clothing. He grabbed the plate and held it with one hand as he maneuvered himself onto the bed with me.

  “Relax, Arabelle.” He nodded toward the pillows, and I sank into them, trying to get my limbs to loosen up. I felt as stiff as a board and as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

  “Let me feed you.” He offered a tiny cake, and I opened my mouth to accept. The sweet vanilla concoction melted on my tongue.

  “Oh! That’s so good!”

  Grey smiled. “Have another.” The next was silky raspberry and the one after, a delicious cinnamon.

  “Your turn.” Boldly, I plucked a truffle hiding among the other desserts and pressed it against his lips. “Do you like chocolates?”

  He nodded. I pushed the treat inside his mouth. The chocolate was gone in an instant and then he sucked my finger, his tongue swirling around the tip.

  Lightning flashed in my belly—hot, jagged, and breath-stealing. I stared at him wide-eyed, and he smiled lazily. “Another one, please.”

  He released my finger. I chose another truffle, this one an orb of white, and lifted it to his mouth. “Let me take it from your lips.”

  I did as he asked.

  He leaned forward and delicately bit the truffle, his lips ghosting across mine. The light touch, the slightly forbidden way of taking both the dessert and my mouth at the same time had me tingling from head to toe. I took the rest of the chocolate into my mouth and savored it. I thought about savoring him in the same way.

  “Best chocolate ever,” he said, “especially when it tastes like you.”

  “I have a taste?”

  “Oh, yes. You, my sweet Arabelle, are the most delicious treat I’ve ever licked.”

  Mercy. I thought about his scenting, about how he’d brought me to intense pleasure with that glorious mouth of his. His gentleness now caused the same kind of quivering as his fierce seduction then.

  He put the dish on the precarious stack of pillows above us and then focused on me. His fingertips drifted across my arm, down my side, to my hip. He slipped his strong hand under my buttock, cupping it and kneading it.

  I swallowed heavily.

  “Touch me,” he commanded softly.

  “Where?”

  “Wherever you want.”

  I splayed my fingers against his broad, muscled chest. I felt a hot spark in my belly as I explored his firm flesh. “That feels good, Arabelle.”

  His encouragement made me bolder still, and I explored the ridges of his stomach and the lean junctures of his hips. His manhood was already thick and hard, the mushroomed tip protruding from its sheath. I drew one fingertip around the veiny flesh, marveling at its strange elegance. It was almost as though I was examining artwork I didn’t understand, but that enthralled me all the same.

  Grey growled, a sound that sent electricity rocketing into my core.

  I do believe I liked when his wolf noticed me—and let me know.

  “Show me your body.”

  I obliged by taking off the lace teddy. Grey rolled me onto me back and covered me, his shaft nestling against my sex.

  He kissed my shoulder. The oh-so-tender press of his lips against my flesh made me shudder…and teased out a breathy moan.

  He tasted my collarbone, moved up my neck, and peppered kisses along my jaw.

  His eyes were wolf, more wolf than I’d even seen. The shape of his irises, the swiftly changing color, the dark hunger reflected…beautiful.

  He fascinated me.

  Grey stretched my arms above my head. My back arched slightly, my lace-covered breasts pushed into his chest. Me nipples pebbled against his warm flesh.

  The slow melding of our mouths made my breath hitch and my heart pound. His tongue slipped into my mouth and danced with mine. He let me explore his lips with my tongue, and even seemed to delight in when I denied him briefly—so that I could be the one to kiss him. Take him. I felt awkward, unsure, but…inside me grew a delicious ache of wanton desire.

  He cast a spell over me then, something inside just seemed to click into place. I knew that I was exactly where I belonged. It was not an accident. It was not Carolyn’s blame. It was not anything but real and right and true.

  In this moment, I was ruled by the alpha.

  By my own choice.

  The dam of uncertainty broke within me. Having accepted, welcomed, the alpha into my dominion, in choosing him completely, I was free.

  Free to be his mate, in word and deed. In our bed.

  In my heart.

  With one hand, he cupped my breast. His strong, warm fingers squeezed my flesh. He lightly pinched my nipple and the bud tightened. His tongue flicked the peak. Pleasure jolted through me.

  “Grey,” I whispered.

  He suckled my nipple while his fingers tormented the other. He would switch sides, back and forth, while his cock pressed sweetly against the swelling of my feminine flesh.

  I ran my hands down his body, seeking to touch him, to give him what he was giving me. My hands found his muscled buttocks and squeezed them because I could. I could, and no other woman had the right.

  Mine.

  I felt ravenous, greedy.

  I ached.

  Yearned.

  I wanted the delightful torture to last … and yet, at the same time I wanted relief from it.

  Grey kissed his way down my body. Then he pushed apart my legs to nuzzle the flesh at the vee of my thighs.

  His tongue parted my slick folds and flicked the little pearl. “Oh!” I squirmed and Grey laughed, his hot breath teasing th
e hard nub of my femininity.

  He settled between my thighs, his laving tongue creating wicked heat and fulsome pleasure.

  “Grey…” His name held the balance of my uncertainty, my need.

  “It’s all right, Arabelle. Give in.”

  I felt the rising of my pleasure, the blooming of something more intense, more wonderful than I’d ever known. Then the heat, the pure aching pleasure burst, and sensation after sensation rolled over me. Through me.

  As I moaned and trembled, Grey kissed his way up my body, his lips and fingers touching me everywhere. He easily stirred another bout of hunger, of need, of pure unrestrained craving.

  He slid his arms under me and cupped my shoulders. His beautiful hair curtained around us as his cock slowly penetrated me, and I was grateful that he took his time. Our first experience had been rough, had been about claiming, about taking. And now there was this. Mating. A beautiful tender joining of two bodies. I was beginning to realize that sex was an endless landscape that needed to be explored. The more I learned about this wild land of taste and touch and primal need…the more I wanted.

  Grey filled me, stretched me. He let my body get used to him, and he held me close, breathing hotly onto my neck, shuddering with his own feral longing.

  “Put your legs around me,” he said in an aching whisper. “And let me love you, Arabelle.”

  I did as he asked, slipping my legs around his waist while he settled even more deeply inside me.

  He began to thrust.

  In no time at all, I was lost in his sensual movements, and I found myself rocking to meet his every penetration, straining yet again for that nirvana.

  Erotic tension coiled tightly.

  Then Grey cried out, his expression one of exquisite pain, as he released his seed inside me. His final brutal thrust plunged me over the edge into beauty and light and fulfillment. He took a moment to recover, and then he blew out a breath and offered me a grin that had my toes curling. He rolled off me, and the sudden movement dislodged the plate of treats.

  Suddenly, it was raining cake and truffles.

  “Oh!” I cried as cakes splattered my naked flesh. A truffle rolled between my breasts, down the valley of my stomach and stopped right on the curls that hid my womanhood.

  “I’ll get that one,” said Grey. He didn’t seem to care that he was squishing desserts into the covers, onto me and him, as he sought the chocolate. In fact, he seemed to delight in it.

  He licked all round the dessert before slowly taking it into his mouth and chewing. He re-positioned himself beside me and looked at me, eyes filled with amusement. “Now that’s the best chocolate I’ve ever had.”

  “Grey!” I couldn’t help but laugh, and then, without quite thinking it through, I pushed him over and crawled on top him. He, too, became a victim of the cake debris.

  I leaned over him and kissed his naked chest, swiping at bits of frosting and smashed cake with my tongue. I could taste the faint musk of his skin. We both smelled like sweat and sex. It was an essence I liked.

  Grey’s skin was taut, all muscled curves and ridges. I feasted on his pectorals, trying to kiss every centimeter of flesh. I even dared to treat his tiny brown nipples like he had mine, and flicked my tongue across each hardened nub.

  As I explored his body with fingers and lips, his hands were restless on me, so restless that Grey pulled me forward so his mouth could ravage my breasts.

  Oh, sweet, sweet mercy. These marvelous zings traveled from my nipples to my core as he tugged one peak, then the other, between his teeth and flicked his tongue rapidly. An ache bloomed within.

  I popped out of his embrace, and he scowled at me. Laughing, I scooted down and rubbed my wet heat against his length. It pulsed against me, hardening.

  Anticipation trilled through me.

  My skin prickled, as if electrified. I was learning about my own body, what I liked, what I didn’t. Exploring this new part of who I was, indeed, learning about my own sensuality with Grey was gift. And learning about him, about how to please him—that was a gift, too.

  I loved the feel of him, the smell of him, the way he groaned as I explored his body, familiarizing myself with every curve, ridge, swell, and scar. I very much liked getting to know my mate, my husband, in this intimate way and I delighted in making him want me. I wanted him so much. I wanted to feel the way I had in his arms moments ago.

  Pleasure unbound.

  I placed my knees on either of his hips and hovered over his shaft.

  “Help me,” I said. “Please, Grey.”

  He held onto his manhood with one hand and placed the other on my hip, directing me until the tip of his shaft touched my entrance. He said, “Push down.”

  I did, slowly, taking in every delicious inch of him. He cupped my hips as I planted my palms on his chest and started to move. He was patient as I tried to figure out how to move, what felt good to me, what felt good to him.

  “Everything feels good to me, sweetheart,” said Grey as though he’d read my thoughts.

  I felt shaky, unsure, but willing—very, very willing. “I don’t know what to do. Show me.”

  “I’ll show you. Just let me take the lead. You follow.”

  “Like dancing?”

  “Only better.”

  Now his hands clamped onto my hips and he began pistoning inside me. I found his rhythm, syncing with him as we began to move faster and faster.

  And then…

  Pleasure burst like honey, thick and sweet. I moaned as found that nirvana once more, digging into my alpha’s chest. My pulsations were so strong, he was squeezed out. He didn’t take it as an insult, but as challenge.

  “Get on your hands and knees, Arabelle.”

  Dazed, I rolled off and did as Grey commanded. He got behind me and worked his hard shaft into me. He held on to my hips, plunging hard and fast.

  I knew what to expect now.

  I knew what could be had if I only gave in to my own desire. If I met his needs with mine. If we mated in the primal way that bound husband and wife together.

  I reared back to meet his every pleasurable thrust.

  Oh, sweet merciful heavens.

  Grey’s pace quickened. I heard his groans and gasps, felt his fingers dig into my waist, and then he cried out, called my name, and filled me with his seed again.

  We collapsed onto the bed, a wonderful, sticky, dirty mess.

  THE PRISON CELLE had a full bathroom, including a stand-up shower. I don’t know how Grey managed to get new bedding and pillows to replace those ruined by the dessert disaster, but by the time I had finished scrubbing off cake, chocolate, and werewolf, he was waiting by the bed, as beautifully made as it was when we arrived.

  “Alphas have minions,” he said in response to my look of astonishment. “All that sex with my beautiful wife made me ravenous. I wolfed down a plate of meat pies, but there’s plenty left for you. Eat something, Arabelle. In fact, eat everything.” He kissed me soundly on the lips and went to take his own shower. I found a pair of lacy panties and beautiful set of blue silk pajamas, which I slipped on. My hair was still damp, and I twisted it into knot on the top of my head.

  As I perused the table, I noticed mini-quiches, tiny sandwiches, and meat pastries had joined the newly arranged desserts on the table. I sat down and began filling a plate, humming a lullaby my mother had sung to me when Carolyn and I were young. Funny. I hadn’t thought of “Hush, Little Baby” in a very long time. Soon, I would be a mother.

  Perhaps even now, Grey’s seed was taking hold.

  The thought staggered me so much that I stopped piling food onto my plate and pressed a hand against my stomach. A baby. I hadn’t thought much past the Choosing—and then the mating had taken up my thoughts and worries.

  Not so worried now, though.

  I felt as if I was coming into my own, finding my place within Grey’s life, within the pack’s life.

  All I to do was get cleared of a murder charge.

  Well
, hello reality.

  THUD!

  Startled, I turned and stared at the bathroom door. Water rushed from underneath. What on earth? I slipped out of the chair. “Grey? Are you all right?” I couldn’t avoid stepping into the burbling water as I swung open the door.

  Grey lay against the stone floor, wet and naked. The simple shower had only a thin plastic curtain, one that ripped apart as Grey had fallen through it. The shower water going at full blast was drowning the whole room.

  My heart climbed into my throat.

  “Grey? Grey!”

  Maneuvering past his prone form, I turned off the water lest my mate drown. It took some effort, but I managed to roll him over. He was breathing, his heartbeat strong. He had cut on his forehead from where he’d fallen.

  My nursing training, what little I had, would not get me far when dealing with werewolf anatomy. I needed help.

  Mac had mentioned two-way radios. I rushed into the main room, scanning every surface for the walkie-talkie.

  Then I heard a key rattling in the door lock and it swung open. Mac stood there, smiling.

  “Thank goodness!” I cried. “Something’s wrong with Grey!”

  “I’m afraid the only thing wrong with Grey is you.” He strode forward. The menace in his expression had me shrinking away. But there was nowhere to run.

  “You really should’ve eaten the meat pies,” he said. “Passing out from being drugged would’ve been easier for you.”

  He cocked back his fist, and before I could move or scream…he punched me.

  My head snapped back.

  Pain radiated, exploded.

  Then the world went dark.

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