STOLEN BY THE CURSED ALPHA

4:TO BE STOLEN AGAIN

AZARI FAIRBURN

His hand tightened around my wrist, pulling me sharply against him.

I struggled instinctively, but his grip only hardened. With his free hand, he grabbed my shoulder roughly, shoving me against the nearest tree. My back hit the bark with a dull thud, but I refused to flinch. I stared up at him, panting, furious, heart pounding so loudly it was all I could hear. I was very scared, but I refused to give him that satisfaction. I stared directly into his gray eyes, refusing to back down.

“You just don’t learn, do you?” he said, his voice low and almost conversational. “I gave you a comfortable room. I gave you food. Clothes. Warmth. And this…” His hand flexed, squeezing my shoulder a little harder, “This is how you repay my hospitality? By trying to run? I told you, you are part of a grander plan. You knew I was going to keep you alive.”

I glared up at him, my lips pressed into a tight line, saying nothing.

I actually had nothing to say but cuss him. In my current state, I would rather not cuss.

“You insulted me,” he continued, stepping closer, invading every inch of my space. “And insults have consequences.”

Before I could react, he lifted his fist and punched my shoulder, not hard enough to break anything, but hard enough to make the muscles throb. I gasped at the sudden sting, wincing despite myself.

“That’s for trying to run,” he said darkly. “You need to be punished. Maybe it’ll teach you to think twice next time.”

I opened my mouth to snap something back at him, something cutting, something that would wipe that arrogant look off his face. But I didn’t get the chance.

His hand dropped to my ass and slapped it sharply.

The sound cracked through the woods like a whip.

The sting made me gasp. But instead of the cry he probably expected, a soft, uncontrollable moan slipped from my lips.

We both froze.

The world definitely went silent around us.

What the actual f**k?

His storm-gray eyes widened, mirroring my shock. He certainly did not expect that.

My face burned with humiliation, but it was too late to pretend it hadn’t happened.

I had moaned instead of yelping.

Because damn him, even through my anger and pride, the heat from his touch shot straight through me like lightning, igniting parts of me I hadn’t even realized were starving for attention.

His gaze darkened, if that makes any sense.

I saw the exact moment his control snapped.

Without a word, he grabbed me by the waist and spun me around, pressing me chest-first against the tree. His hands roamed my body, rough and demanding, and when they cupped my breasts through the thin fabric of the singlet, I arched involuntarily into his touch, another shameful sound slipping from my throat.

I hated him.

I hated him for making me feel this way.

For awakening a need inside me that had been buried under layers of duty, obedience, and loneliness.

His hands squeezed, kneaded, explored with growing urgency. He pinched my n*****s lightly through the thin cloth, and my knees nearly buckled.

“I should leave you here,” he growled in my ear. “Let you cool off in the dirt like the disobedient little wolf you are.”

But his hands told another story.

They slid lower, finding the waistband of my shorts. Without thinking, I pushed back against him, needing…aching for more.

He ripped the shorts down my thighs with a growl, and in the same breath, I felt the hard, heavy press of him against me.

I gasped, both from fear and desperate anticipation.

No man had ever touched me like this.

No man had ever wanted me like this. Nothing this raw, rough, without asking, without caring about anything but the need between us.

I should have fought harder. I should have screamed.

But instead, I tilted my hips back, offering myself.

Begging for it.

He didn’t hesitate.

I felt the thick, hot length of him press against my p***y — and then he thrust inside, stretching me wide, filling me completely.

A broken cry tore from my throat. It was painful, but that wasn't all. It was also the savage burn of being stretched and filled for the first time.

He let out a low groan, the sound primal and hungry.

“You feel better than you have any right to,” he hissed against my neck, biting down lightly, leaving marks only he could see.

The rhythm he set was brutal and punishing. But goddess, it felt so good.

Every thrust pushed me harder against the tree, rough bark scraping my palms as I clung to it, barely able to stay upright. His hands gripped my hips like iron, dragging me back against him with every movement, filling me to the hilt again and again until I was panting, trembling, mindless.

The cool night air kissed my flushed skin, the silver light of the moon bathing our tangled bodies in its glow.

I moaned again, shameless this time, loud and desperate.

His pace grew harder, faster. I could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside me, threatening to snap.

He reached around, fingers finding my c**t, rubbing in rough, maddening circles.

I shattered with a scream, pleasure crashing through me, so violently my legs gave out.

He caught me before I could fall, his arms wrapping around me, holding me up as he pounded into me a few more desperate thrusts before he groaned low in my ear, spilling himself inside me.

I thought he was done but when he turned me around to face him, I knew that he was just getting started with my punishment. He lifted me off the ground and pressed my back to the bark of the tree.

He spread my legs widely, exposing my soaked folds to his hungry gaze through the rip he had created. He growled in delight and, for some reason, I felt good for making him go crazy like that.

He gripped his c**k, stroking it slowly, savoring the moment. His c**k was slightly curved, large and veiny. When he plunged it into me again, I gasped, unable to control the tears dripping from my eyes.

“Did that hurt?” He asked in a soft tone, one that I had never heard him speak in before.

“No,” I gasped, my voice shaky.

He started pounding me slowly before increasing the tempo. I couldn’t help the moan that kept escaping my lips continuously. After relentless minutes of continuous rigorous pounding, he finally stopped.

His pupils went backwards into his socket and he released into me. I enjoyed the feeling of his warmth as it flowed into me. When he was done, he dropped my legs, but he didn't pull out, neither did he leave me.

As we breathed each other in, my thoughts finally began to register.

I had been stolen again. And this time, I had aided the thief.