Too Human To Be His

4 Passion Or Punishment

Swallowing hard, I stare into those fiery depths—his eyes, wild and intense, seem to burn right through me, reaching down to my bones and the furthest corners of my soul.

Damn… he's gorgeous. And not just in a general sense—he’s masculine, strikingly so. Jet-black hair styled neatly, a trimmed, thick beard, sharp eyebrows, a straight nose, and those full lips, currently pressed into a thin, angry line. I wonder what color his eyes are when the beast isn’t in control?

Hello? Alina?! You're about to get fined into bankruptcy, and all you can think about is his eye color?!

They're furious now. That’s what color they are—angry, scorching hot with disapproval.

There’s no point in lying. No use trying to explain. I messed up—badly. On my very first day. And it just might become my last… and not just my last day of work, but, well, last.

He’s an Alpha—a lawkeeper, a ruler. Surely he won’t actually kill me, right? But the way he's looking at me... I’m not so sure. And I can’t forget—he’s a beast, one of the most powerful of his kind. Unpredictable and unstoppable. He could tear me apart, bury me somewhere in these vast lands, and no one would ever find me. Lakisha did say he’s ruthless with mistakes.

I try to shift slightly, ready to face my punishment—verbal, moral, maybe even financial—but the moment I move, I hear a deep growl rumble from his chest. His snarl is so feral it freezes me in place.

Oh god. He presses me even deeper into the mattress. My heart’s racing from the fear… and from the feel of him above me.

This is it. I'm done for. He’s going to rip me apart! Will I even get a proper grave?

But then—unexpectedly—I breathe him in. That scent again. The same one that clung to his sheets… only now it’s so much stronger, more intoxicating. It sweeps through me, makes my skin prickle and my body shiver.

Then I feel him lower his head to my neck, his nose brushing my skin as he growls softly, breathing heavily.

Oh no. That’s it. He’s going to bite. My mind flashes through a thousand nature documentaries—this is the end.

But then… he licks my neck.

What?

My eyes widen as his tongue trails slowly from my shoulder to my ear, sending waves of tingles through my entire body. My n*****s harden instantly beneath my bra. His large hand slides under the hem of my uniform, gripping my backside with firm possession.

I’m stunned—truly stunned—but even as my mind scrambles for logic, my body responds instinctively. I ache, deeply, sweetly.

Wayland buries his face in my hair, breathing heavily, and I feel his teeth rest over my pulsing vein. He holds me there, firm but gentle. I should be afraid, but instead, heat pools low in my stomach, making me moan softly.

What the hell is happening to me?

It must be his aura—his strength, his dominance—it overwhelms my senses like a hypnotic force. It’s not just fear. It’s attraction. Craving. Thrill.

He suddenly pulls back with a growl, his breath ragged. My dress tears under his grip, buttons scattering across the floor. Now I’m left in just my underwear—not the best set I own, definitely not what I’d wear for a moment like this.

I try to cover myself, but a warning growl halts me. His eyes… oh god, they’re devouring me. Hungry. As if I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever seen.

And I… melt.

I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again—he’s sinfully sexy. And I, apparently, have turned into a hopeless housewife fantasizing about her boss.

Then I glance down… his zipper is unmistakably strained, and my body throbs in response.

Let’s be honest—this job? Probably gone. But a man like that in my bed? When would that ever happen again?

I’m a single woman. Not a virgin. I don’t owe anyone explanations. And this Alpha? He’s awakened something primal in me. Something I don’t want to ignore.

I did not succeed with work, so maybe in return, I at least f**k well!

I'm an optimist! There’s always a silver lining—even in the most unexpected situations.

So I make my choice.

I want this. I want him.

Still, no matter what decisions whirl in my head, I know I won't make the first move. I’ll wait for the Alpha… and he doesn’t keep me waiting long.

With a swift motion, he shrugs off his jacket and tears his shirt open, the buttons flying. And I nearly choke on my own breath at the sight that greets me.

Forgive me, Aiden—you may be the hottest star on stage—but standing before me right now is sin incarnate. Pure, breathtaking masculinity.

His arms are thick with muscle, chest broad and sculpted, his abs defined with just the This beast is torn by my bra and leaning towards my breasts.

He begins to crush them and caress them, quite, but for some reason angrily, looking for.

Yes, my girls are my pride!

At least in some way nature has not deprived.

The man drew one of my n*****s into his mouth, teasing it with a hot, lingering pull that made my back arch involuntarily. His nose nuzzled into my chest as his tongue traced a slow, tantalizing line between my breasts. His hands, strong and sure, roamed my body with a hunger that sent shivers cascading through me.

Then he moved lower—his mouth brushing across my stomach, lips trailing fire around my navel. I gasped, the sensation overwhelming, as my body responded with a rush of heat I couldn’t control.

Let’s just say—if there were any doubts about how much I wanted this, they vanished completely. My desire pooled inside me, urgent, undeniable.

Going lower, to the panties, the wolf growled with his nose drawing and simply tore the last surviving underwear on me.

He spread my legs wider and began to frantically lick me. I didn't expect such a turn of events from such a harsh leader. He didn't even ask my name, and so skillfully began to f**k me with his tongue.

Heat surged to my cheeks, and I didn’t dare interrupt him—mostly for my own sake. I surrendered completely to the madness this wild creature was unleashing on my body.

I had never felt anything like this before. The sensations were sharp, intense, mind-blowing. His tongue... oh, his tongue was unbelievable—skilled, persistent, exploring me in ways that made my body tremble and my breath hitch.

His tongue is so long and persistent, penetrates to the hinterlands themselves, and his roughness completely gives my v*gina an unprecedented delight.

And I don't want him to stop for a second, even if I find that between my legs I already have the head of a real wolf with shaggy hair.

And the minute didn't have passed how I was shocked from the covered orgasm, during which the brunette didn't think to pull away from my crotch, prolonging my pleasure and reveling in my juices.

While I'm still flying somewhere under heaven, I don't notice that the man unbuttoned the fly.

With one strong jerk, he turn me over on my stomach and enter me until it stops.

I moan quietly from such a sharp and pleasant fullness inside.

The leader begins to ram me just at a brutal pace, pulling my hair over himself.

It seems to be somehow humiliating me now in the tender, but that I didn't expect that such rudeness would be very to my liking.

I wave to the man, sitting on his spear even more, so that the slaps of bodies sound like applause.

A few more minutes of his wild rhythm—and an explosion of pleasure burst inside me like fireworks.

I kept moving, drawn by the lingering sweetness of the moment, prolonging that wave of delicious ecstasy, feeling that the organ of the man has become even firmly and as if more.

Right at the edge of consciousness, I managed to whisper hoarsely,

“Just… not inside me!”

With a final deep thrust, the alpha pulled away just in time, releasing onto my lower back in hot, heavy waves.

Panting harshly, his voice came out rough and low, with a hint of wicked humor:

"A fly-in won't fly out with a baby."