Warning: chapter contains mature content of a s****l nature
The soft light of the night lamp cast a soft glow over Rosalee’s face as she gently unbuttoned her new husband’s crisp dress shirt. Unlike normal humans, werewolves were immortal and stopped aging after they were around 50. Time was especially kind to Jesse and constant training to ensure that he wasn’t killed by his enemies kept the Alpha in good shape.
As her hands trailed down his hard stomach to the buckle of his belt, Rosalee made sure to avoid her husband’s intense stare and to think of steamy scenes from the last adult movie that she had watched to get her own juices flowing.
Her pulse quickened as she purposely fumbled with the belt buckle as if it was her first time undressing a man. She could hear him swallowing hard as her cold fingers reached for the band of his dress pants and boxers. Very slowly, she lowered herself to the ground as she slipped his pants and boxers down while making sure to breathe quickly and shallowly, a dramatic display of her anticipation for what they were about to do.
A pair of hands grabbed her fiery red hair as she kneeled before the crown jewels that she had to please tonight. Pushing aside her disgust, she continued to let images of the steamy movie run in her mind while she gently wrapped her hands around the growing member in front of her face.
Her innocent emerald eyes glanced up at her husband as she hesitantly licked the tip of his member, drawing out a groan of lust from him. As if she was encouraged by his response, Rosalee swirled her tongue around the tip before easing the increasingly hard member into her mouth.
Lust clouded his mind as Jesse pounded into his Luna’s mouth but it wasn’t enough for him to be fooled by this new Smith Luna. She was playing the part well but the skillful way that her tongue was teasing him, and the ease with which she took him deep into her throat told him that this wasn’t the first time that she was doing this. The innocent glances and nervous, shallow breaths could only be a facade even as the smell of her arousal filled the room.
The Smiths had finally sent him a Luna who was a worthy opponent.
Suddenly, Jesse jerked his Luna’s head backwards with a sharp tug on her hair, causing his hardness to slip out of her mouth. She glanced up quizzically at him only to see an evil glint in his amber eyes as he pulled her up to her feet and threw her face first onto the bed.
His calloused hands tore through the fabric of her dress and the white lace thong that was specially prepared for this occasion as she laid on her belly, her legs hanging down the side of the bed. There was no gentleness in the way that he grabbed her thighs before parting them with his knees.
Rosalee knew what was coming next but more importantly, she knew that her husband was trying to intimidate her, to show her her place in their marriage, and she couldn’t simply lose on their first night. Discreetly, using the cover that her torn dress offered after the Alpha had hastily thrown it up above her hips, Rosalee reached down to her c**t and began to rub herself gently before increasing in pressure and speed.
“Wolves don’t make love, my Luna,” growled Jesse mockingly. “We fück!”
The Alpha’s growl turned into a lustful growl as he pushed himself into Rosalee’s warm and wet entrance. Without giving her any time to adjust, he pounded into her fast and hard while his hands held onto her hips.
“Ahh!” Rosalee screamed in pain as her husband tore mercilessly through the surgically fixed membrane signifying her innocence. Her fingers worked harder on her c**t knowing that the pain would pass soon and pleasure would take over, but at least for now, the satisfied grunts above her told her that she had the upper game in their little game.
“Fück,” Jesse thought to himself, “how is she a virgin and so experienced?”
“Please, Alpha,” Rosalee begged desperately for her release, her voice muffled as her face was pressed into the bed.
The wanton begging of his Luna ignited a spark within Jesse and in that moment, all thoughts of power play and schemes left his mind. The only thought left was an all consuming desire to make the women under him completely his. He wanted to hear her scream for him; he wanted her body to writhe in pleasure under him; he wanted to leave his mark on her.
It didn’t even dawn on him how terrifying his final thought was until after he had reached the peak of his pleasure and poured his seeds onto her round buttocks. Lust! That was all that there was to it!
Like a deer caught in the headlights, Jesse didn’t even bother putting on his clothes before leaving the seemingly exhausted and sated woman on the bed. He needed a run in the forest to clear his mind and he swore to himself that he’d never touch this woman again!
As the door slammed close behind her fleeing husband, a satisfied grin spread across Rosalee’s face. She had won the first battle in this cursed marriage.
A howl echoed into the night as Jesse shifted into his wolf and sprinted towards the forest. The thundering of his wolf’s paws against the cold hard ground was like music to his ears as he tried to forget the desperate moans of his Luna in bed.
Cold air nipped at his wolf’s fur as they dashed towards the river in the middle of the forest and without hesitation, his wolf plunged into the frigid waters, desperate to wash the scent of their new chosen Luna off of them.
A soft whimpering interrupted them and the scent of sandalwood filled the air.
Just in time, Jesse!
The lustful voice of his wolf sent desire coursing through his veins as the sight of their Pallăca’s wolf provided them with the distraction that they needed. This was exactly why ranked male members in their pack had harems. No female would tie them down or become a threat to their power!
With one graceful leap, Jesse’s wolf landed onto the river bank before giving control back to the man. Orphelin had also shifted back to her human form and her curvy body was an open invitation to her Alpha as she sauntered seductively towards him.
“Kneel,” he commanded and Orpheiin obeyed more than happily as she took him into her mouth.
It was only the human Luna’s first night and she had already lost the attention of the Alpha. This could only mean one thing, that human Luna stood no chance against her! After all, she was Orphelin Woods, the sister of the pack’s Beta and the Alpha’s longest surviving concubine.
Orphelin’s skilled hands and warm mouth were nothing new and exciting, but it was like having a cup of piping hot tea. You could never go wrong with it when you needed comfort on a cold rainy day.
As Orphelin stroked him and sucked him into another climax, thoughts of his Luna finally left his mind and he felt his uneasy heart settling into place again. Indeed, it was the right decision to make Orphelin his Pallăca. The Smith Clan was a cunning one and he had no doubts that all of the women sent to him to cement their alliance were well trained. The last Smith woman was one of the few exceptions but the current one was another sly one.
“My Alpha,” Orphelin said coyly as she glanced up at the Alpha. “You looked like you had a long night. Do you want to come over to my room and I’ll draw you a bath?”
The gentleness in Orphelin’s voice was tempting, even though Jesse knew her true colors. As a rule, he rarely spent the night in any of his women’s beds. Those beds were for making heirs or releasing stress, just like those women, but tonight, he decided to make an exception.
Per tradition, the first night after the Luna Initiation ceremony was a special night between the Alpha and his Luna. He had upheld the tradition for the past two centuries and given the honor to the Lunas from the Smith Clan but not this time.
This Luna needed to be taught her place.