Sleeping with the enemy Alpha

CHAPTER 3

ARIA

I do not understand what is going on, but my brain screams at me to do one thing.

Run.

I don't think. I just do it.

I race out of the room, down one long corridor, half expecting a shout and a hand to grab me.

Nothing happens.

It takes about three minutes, moving up and down corridors before I realize I am lost. My heart pounds as I look around.

In front of me, I spot another passage. I hurry towards it, round a corner and come to a dead halt.

This part of the house is dark. In front of me is the silhouette of a man.

I know instinctively who it is, but what I don't understand is my reaction.

My breath stops. My wolf stirs as his scent slams into my nostrils.

Could it be?

No.

He can't possibly be my mate.

Even as I think it, the feeling fades, but a tiny bit of it lingers.

It is then I notice something strange. The Alpha smells of blood. One hand is clamped over his heart, like he's in pain.

From his chest, low growls rumble. What in the goddess's name is wrong with him?

I take a step back. A blur of movement crosses the darkness. The next instant, my back slams against his rock hard chest. The Alpha's skin is hot.

No, not hot. Burning.

"P-please," I gasp.

My voice trembles.

A hand grabs my throat, squeezes, cutting off all my air.

Alpha Jax's voice rumbles in my ear, "Who the hell are you?"

Terrified, I open my mouth to say something- I have no idea what- when he yanks my hair aside, buries his face in it and sniffs.

Is it my imagination or does his breathing ease a little?

"Not of this pack," he growls. "One of Theron's. Come."

His fingers clamp around my wrist and I am pulled along. Up the stairs and into chambers far grander than the Beta's.

The Alpha kicks the door closed, slams me against it. With an angular face, dark brows slashing down over brown eyes, a mane of thick beard, long, braided hair, he is more than handsome.

Also, he is beyond terrifying. His canines are filed to sharp points. A vivid red and black tattoo creeps across his neck.

What I felt earlier flares again. His scent- earthy, dominant and wild- is driving me crazy.

Shoving his face into my neck, he starts to inhale my scent again and again, his movements feverish. I gulp.

Like the Beta, the Alpha must have mistaken me for some sort of prostitute.

I open my mouth to make some sort of protest when I feel it. The Alpha's c**k, digging into my stomach.

Goddess! He's huge... enormous.

Abruptly, he steps back, cursing. One hand grabs at a jar of oil sitting on a side table, sending everything else crashing to the floor.

His hands shake slightly as he pours half of it in one palm. He tears at his trousers and I stifle a gasp, my knees turn to water as a thick, veiny c**k springs free.

His eyes are glued to me like I am a feast, and he a starving beast.

Chest heaving, he slathers the oil on his c**k, palms it in one hand, and begins to stroke it up and down. Up and down until his hand is almost a blur.

I press myself against the door, feeling my n*****s hardening under my dress.

Watching him pleasure himself, I feel pressure building in my belly, heat racing to my core.

Beads of pre-c*m and oil drip from the tip of his d**k. My mouth waters as in spite of myself, I wonder what he would taste like.

I blink. What in blazes is wrong with me? It's like someone else has taken over my body.

Muffled curses spill from between the Alpha's clenched teeth.

Abruptly, he stops stroking his d**k, shoves a hand through his hair. He is breathing heavily, chest rising and falling with the effort of restraint.

His big c**k jumps, throbs. For a beat, nothing happens.

"What the f**k are you waiting for?" Alpha Jax snaps impatiently. "On your knees. Suck my cock."

His voice is laced with the Alpha's command. I drop to my knees.

Like a slave in my own body, I cannot refuse.

He starts to pump his c**k again, gripping it tightly, the veins bulging beneath his strong grip.

He taps his d**k against my lips. They open and he shoves his engorged d**k all the way in until it hits the back of my throat. Goddess! He tastes much better than I had imagined.

I gag, hollow out my cheeks and begin to suck. Blinding pleasure and a feeling of self disgust war in my chest.

What am I doing sucking a stranger's d**k like a dirty slut?

Still, I suck, drawing him in even deeper.

The Alpha growls, the veins in his neck tightening as he shoves his c**k roughly in and out of my mouth. I press my legs together. I am unable to keep back a small moan as my p***y clenches and throbs.

I can feel slickness dripping down my thighs already. My moan seems to be his undoing.

Alpha Jax grips the back of my head and really begins to f**k my mouth.

He stops, pulls out of me, scoops me up in his arms and tosses me onto the enormous four poster bed in that corner.

I barely have time to gasp before his body covers mine. One finger slides my underwear to the side. Another thick finger starts to push inside my p***y.

Just as I wince at the slight stab of pain that follows, the finger changes direction at taps and rubs at my swollen c**t.

I gasp. My body arches off the bed. My eyes roll to the back of my head.

I hear the sound of ripping cloth as from far away. Cold air hits my n*****s and I realise I am naked.

Then something thick and long and hard starts to push at my p***y lips.

The pain brings some of my sanity back.

"No," I breathe, only I say it inside my head.

I try to close my legs, get off the bed, but his big body is pinning me down. I am wet. My c**t is pulsing, straining towards him.

This has to stop before my body betrays me completely.

"No," I say, out loud this time.

"You'll get two bags of gold for your service. Just open your legs... let me in," the Alpha growls against my ear, his breathing harsh, his c**k sliding between my thighs. "I don't have time for a w***e's games tonight."

His words are like a dash of cold water on my face, giving me a second's clarity since this madness started. Blinding rage burns hot in my belly at the insult and I shove him.

My hand moves before I can think and the Alpha's head snaps to the side.

And then my blood turns to ice as I stare down at my hands. My breath hitches. My hands start to shake.

I had just slapped the Alpha.