Rejected by Alpha, Collected by Dragon

Chapter 9. Primal urges

Chloe

Running with the pack is the second most exhilarating feeling of my entire life.

The first being, of course, s*x with Duncan.

Kit’s never really had a chance to really stretch her legs before, but I can tell she’s still holding back. As the pack races over the landscape, the wolves that had started out by our side start to drop back and I realize everyone else is panting hard. I’d watched plenty of pack runs from the sidelines, and I’d never seen Victor set such a demanding pace.

“Kit, why don’t you let go?” I ask. “Run as fast as you want! You’re not even breathing hard.”

“Because I promised,” she says sadly. I want to cry at the regret I can feel coming off her in waves. She could easily pass by the pack and catch up to Victor. But then the two of them would be alone. She’d resisted him earlier when that young male had stuck his nose a little too far when he’d pretended to just be offering a friendly sniff. Victor had appeared out of nowhere, but instead of admonishing her for threatening the male, he’d nuzzled her. I knew he could smell Duncan on us, and when he glared over at the tree where Duncan had been standing, watching, she slipped away, deeper into the crowd. She wasn’t sure she could resist him a second time.

My blood is pumping with the thrill of running with my pack members. It was as close to a hunt as any of us would probably get, and it triggered a primal urge in each and every one of us. I watch as wolves begin to partner off. Mated pairs running for their personal space or somewhere they could be assured of privacy. Unmated pairs heading off in whichever direction they felt like. Kit spotted Victor’s tail not very far ahead of us, but veered off sharply, running faster than I’d ever imagined she could.

“Kit, I’m so sorry,” I whisper, feeling like the situation with our mate is somehow my fault.

“Don’t blame yourself,” she huffs as she strains for more speed. “He’s missing out on an amazing mate. I don’t care what his reasons are, he’s an idi*t.”

“Thanks, Kit,” I smile at her. “You’re the best wolf a girl could ever ask for.”

She forces me forward just as we reach Duncan’s apartment building. I don’t stop for my dress that I left by the front door when I left earlier this evening, I just crash into the building and run up the stairs as fast as I can. Duncan’s sitting on the couch with a bowl of popcorn when I tumble through his door. I’ve never felt anything like this before. It’s a feral, savage, primal need that burns through me spurring me to act without thought. I need him. Now!

He looks up as he hears the door bang against the wall, a small smile playing on his lips. “How did the run- oh,” his smile vanishes as his eyes darken with lust. Popcorn goes flying, but neither one of us notices or cares. Our lips crash together and I’m tearing his clothes off in my desperation to feel his skin on mine.

I leap on him, his hands under my ass gripping tightly as he carries me to the bedroom and tosses me lightly on the bed. “Hands and knees,” he growls.

I stare at him for a heartbeat as the meaning of his words sink in through the raging inferno of lust that has taken my body hostage. So much moisture is pooling between my legs, I’m a little afraid I’m going to be sitting in a puddle soon! More excited than I’ve ever felt before, I roll over onto my hands and knees, arching my back slightly so my ass is high in the air.

“Good girl,” he praises. I whimper as his hands massage my backside. I enjoyed the lead up to the main event last night, but right now I feel like if he’s not inside me in the next two point four seconds, I’m literally going to combust into flames that will burn this entire building down. “Patience, little wolf,” he chuckles as I wiggle my hips.

I feel his tip pressing against me, but he doesn’t push it in yet. I try to rock my hips back, to take him inside me, but a sharp slap on my bottom makes me freeze. It doesn’t hurt, not really. It stings, sure, but it was more the surprise that he spanked me that had me holding still.

“I said patience,” he growls lowly. “I’ll give you what you need, trust me.”

I bite my lip, whimpering. There’s a part of me that wants to try the same move again to see if he’d spank me some more. I certainly wouldn’t complain. Instead, one of his large hands wraps around my hip, while the other must be guiding his c*ck up and down through my folds. Every time he rubs against my cl*t, I moan, and have to resist the urge not to move. I’m not always successful, and I get a smack on my bottom whenever my movements are more than he wants. The heat blooming across my backside is getting to be a little more than is truly comfortable, but it seems to enhance the sensations all over my body. I’m keenly aware of the softness of the blanket under my knees, the light of the moon streaming its silvery light through the window, even the smells of our arousals mixing together seems more potent. My juices are dripping down my thighs, tickling and adding to Duncan’s sweet torment.

Just when I think I can’t possibly wait another moment, he plunges deep inside me in one powerful lunge. I scream and arch my back even more. It feels like a pressure release valve has blown apart, and the relief is overwhelming. He starts to move, thrusting in and out in a purposeful rhythm that builds the pressure up again quickly until I’m moving with him. I need more, harder, faster. I need him to claim me completely.

I try increasing the pace, rocking back against him, demanding something I’m not sure I completely understand. His thumb presses against my anus, and I still as he rubs little circles over the tight hole, his hips still moving, but gentler, slower than a moment ago.

“What are you doing?” I ask between panted breaths.

“Trust me,” he says softly, almost tenderly. “Relax and let it feel good. You’ll love it.”

I’m not so sure about that. Yeah, ok, I’ve watched porn where they’ve done that, but I’ve never even considered doing anal before. Exit only! But, as he dips his thumb into the copious moisture streaming from me and continues to rub my assh*le, I have to admit it’s starting to feel rather compelling. His hips move a little faster, and I moan as the sensations begin to take over, sinking onto my elbows as my arms begin to shake. His thumb pushes harder until it slides past the tight ring of my anus. There’s a slight burning sensation, not entirely not painful, but just as the spankings he gave me stung but left me wanting more, so does this! I feel fuller than I ever thought possible, and as he begins to move his thumb in and out in the same rhythm as his c*ck in my v*gina, I see stars.

“Good girl,” he moans, and I can tell by his tone he’s close. I can feel him swelling inside me, the feeling is so intense and I can’t stop myself from crying out his name.

His fingers tighten on my hip and his thumb slides out of me with a slight pop. Instantly, I miss the pressure, but I don’t have time to protest, because he starts to f*ck me hard. I collapse on my stomach as his body presses me into the mattress, his hips slamming into me with enough force that it feels like I’m going to break in half.

And it feels. So. Good!

I scream my orgasm into the pillow, feeling my canines lengthen as the desire to mark him burns. I bite my own arm so I don’t shred the pillow, the taste of my blood disappointing, but I’m not far gone enough to think he’d let me mark him yet. He lets out a roar of animalistic passion as he comes, spilling into me. I can feel myself filling with his seed. Some of the hot, sticky fluid escapes to run down my thighs, and still he’s jerking inside me.

Finally, he slides limply to the bed beside me. His arms instantly reaching for me, dragging me against his chest where I rest my head, listening to his rapidly beating heart and ragged breathing. I smile as my own heart knocks against my ribs and my lungs struggle to keep up with my body’s need for more oxygen. Inside, my muscles are twitching with little aftershocks and I feel languorous in my post-orgasmic fog.

As our breathing and heartrates return to normal, I snuggle a little closer to him, stretching my arm across his waist and nuzzling against him. “When do I get to meet your dragon?” I ask sleepily.

There’s a long enough pause that I wonder if he’s fallen asleep and I figure I’ll have to bring it up again in the morning. “My dragon?” his voice is thick with sleep, but there’s a touch of amusement as well.

I’ve been mulling this over all day, even though I hadn’t planned to bring it up now. “I think it’s only fair,” I smile against him. “You met Kitania, I should be able to meet your dragon. What’s his name?”

Again, a long pause. So long that I prop myself up on my elbow so I can look into his eyes. The light from the full moon coming in the window is enough to see his beautiful yellow eyes staring back at me. “Dragons aren’t like wolves, Chloe,” he says slowly, a hand reaches up to tuck a stray hair behind my ear, lingering on my cheek for the barest moment before dropping back to his chest.

“Is he dangerous?” I bite my lip uncertainly. I know the Black Dragon has a reputation for being vicious, but I really can’t believe any part of Duncan would ever hurt me.

“Yes,” he whispers, “but not for you. That’s not what I mean.”

“So? Why can’t I meet him?”

He sighs, and I can see a smile tug at the corner of his mouth. “What I mean is, my dragon isn’t like a wolf. It’s not a separate entity living inside of me,” he explains. “I am a dragon, Chloe.”

“Oh,” I breathe, understanding his meaning. “So, when can I see your dragon form?”

He c*cks his head at me. “You want to see my dragon form?” I nod happily and he chuckles. “Most people like to avoid seeing that.”

“I’m not most people,” I point out stubbornly.

“I have noticed,” he smirks at me, tightening his arm around me so I lay my head back down on his chest.

“Besides,” I say, stifling a yawn, “it’s only fair since you saw Kit.”

He stills and then laughs. The rumbling sound pouring through me as I lay on his chest. “Did Dom tell you I was there?”

“No,” I snort. “You’re just not as sneaky as you think you are.”

“I am very sneaky, little wolf,” he chuckles.

“So? Can I?” I’m losing the battle to stay awake. The comfort of his warmth and presence lulling me into a comfortable doze.

“Someday, little wolf,” he whispers, kissing the top of my head gently. “If you’re good.”