Play Tag With Ruthless Alpha

Chapter 6

Jan's POV ‌‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌

The bright rays of the dawn sun were already burning brightly as I got out of the car near the Gray Wolf Alpha Clan house.

The Pack master was waiting for me, standing on the doorstep with his arms crossed over his chest. He'd obviously just arrived himself. He'd just changed when I arrived. But that didn't stop him from being hospitable and offering me breakfast. I didn't feel like eating, but… I needed an excuse to wait for a stubborn girl. And it would be interesting to see how she would react when she arrived.

The kitchen was in order.

I wondered if it was Yara who had cleaned the place or if they had hired someone else.

The werewolf turned on the coffee machine, then took a small bottle of water from the fridge and drank right out of throat.

“I hear you have a human lover?” asked Rinat, leaning against the counter.

“What?” the man choked. “Where did you hear such nonsense? I have a girlfriend, Yaroslava. She's a purebred werewolf. And my fiancée, by the way,” he shook his head and grinned.

I narrowed eyes and looked at the wolf again. Interesting things he says.

Yesterday, I could clearly sense the brunette as a normal human.

While I was thinking about this phenomenon, the Alpha of the Gray Wolf Clan began to talk about business. I had to listen to him. I was particularly interested in the construction site in the territory of the white pack. That's why I came here.

“Unfortunately, I have things to do at the Clan, so would it be all right if my fiancée showed you around?” The man finally said.

“I don't care,” I said with obvious indifference.

“Even better,” I told himself. I couldn't have watched their happiness for long without killing a werewolf. I've never been one to hold back.

Just at that moment, I heard the front door slam, talking about the girl's return.

I took a deep breath, almost howling with anticipation.

She was back.

At last!

Yaroslava entered the kitchen, and I immediately turned away and sat down on a stool. I inhaled her scent once more and could barely contain my victorious growl. The scent of the night lilies was in my bloodstream, appealing to my animal nature and rekindling the lust that had been dormant for some time.

The first thing I noticed was that she'd washed and changed.

Surely, not to return to her fiancé with the scent of a stranger on her body! I wondered how many times she'd left like that.

The wolf in me growled in anger. All in all, this promises to be even more fun than I thought it would be at the start of my flight to Russia.

Half an hour later, she and I were on our way to the site. The interview didn't go well. The girl defiantly pretended not to notice me. I couldn't get over the fact that being a werewolf made her feel like a normal person. I wanted to know what it was like for her to be without a beast.

The cottage village under construction was closer to the capital, on the banks of the Moscow River. New two- and three-story houses of the elite class blended harmoniously into the wooded area. Until recently, there had been only scorched earth and dead ashes. There was nothing left to remind us of the past. If I'm not mistaken, the soil had been replaced before the new trees were planted.

I drove down the central avenue through most of the village and stopped in front of an unfinished complex.

“What's that?” I asked dryly, looking at the unfinished nonsense on the site of the former Alpha's house.

Somehow, I found it sacrilegious to treat the wolf's place of death like this. When I was a child, my family and Vladimir Ivanovich often talked. He always gave me toys when we met. Unfortunately, he and his wife had problems keeping the family going. And just when everything seemed to have calmed down, such a disaster happened.

“The hotel, restaurant, and shops are all in the same building,” Yaroslava explained.

I got out of the car and slammed the door so hard that it miraculously didn't fall off. I stood motionless for a long time, staring at the future complex, then walked over to the foreman, who was standing nearby with the plan in his hands, my hands clenched angrily into fists. The girl ran after me.

By the time she'd caught up with me, I'd had time to exchange a few words with the builders.

“Ian, what the f**k?!” The brunette shouted in frustration.

“To dismantle and demolish everything in the shortest possible time,” I ignored her indignation and turned to the foreman. “Build a normal village for the White Wolf, without all this nonsense,” I waved in the direction of the hotel.

“What?” the girl asked, not hiding her anger.

The foreman nodded a few times in agreement with the order, and as soon as I turned away from him, he and the rest of the workers hurriedly retreated from the area.

“Ian, what the f**k?” Yaroslava continued her indignation.

I covered my eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself. It was necessary to think of using another Clan's territory to build entertainment facilities! I didn't expect that from Rinat, to be honest.

“I introduced myself to you by another name,” I looked at her with a sneer.

“What difference does it make what I call you? Answer my question!” The wolf's indignation quickly turned to outright rage, which, I must say, reassured me. “What was that just now?!”

I took another deep breath and then gave her an eloquent look.

“Ian, answer the question,” she repeated for the umpteenth time.

“I will. To Rinat directly. And I'll even say many things,” I told her promisingly.

And before she came to her senses, I picked her up in my arms and threw her over my shoulder, heading for the second floor of the building. The reaction to my action was loud shouting and swearing. Yaroslava did not forget to punch me in the back with her little fists.

I only let her go when we were in the right place.

“Ian!” She was indignant for the umpteenth time.

I raised an eyebrow in question and waited for her to continue. I even crossed my arms over my chest to show my interest, even though I wanted something else: a repeat of our nightly intimacy.

“You!” She was not very eloquent.

She pressed her lips together stubbornly, burning me with a fierce gaze.

“What?” I asked quietly.

I took a step forward, standing close to her, and sucked in air noisily, sensing the spicy notes of arousal in the echoes of the girl's scent. A short growl erupted involuntarily from my chest. The brunette drew back. But that didn't close the distance between us, for I was right back with her.

“Tell me,” I repeated demandingly.

Yaroslava stepped back again.

“I'm…” She didn't have time for more.

“You…?” I asked mockingly.

The girl did not answer. She continued to retreat. She didn't take her eyes off me, full of fear. Finally, she didn't notice the mortar barrel, stumbled and fell right into it. Luckily, it was still dry.

“So?” I hovered over her. “So, what did you want to tell me?” I added much more quietly.

“Ian…” she said softly, pleadingly. “Please don't.”

“What not to do?” I said, smiling fondly.

Although my anticipatory grin could hardly be described in those terms.

“Don't need anything,” she said, barely audibly.

“Nothing at all?” I said quietly, crouching down in front of her.

I moved forward and grabbed the wolf's wrists, pulling her aside.

“Come on, say you don't want to,” I said in a hoarse voice, leaning over her.

I could almost touch my lips to hers, feel her tremble. And it was more exciting than if the girl had started to undress. I swallowed loudly, trying to control my thoughts. Still, this was clearly not the place for s*x. A building site certainly didn't fall into that category.

“Tell me, Yaroslava,” I remembered her earlier words.

She pushed me as hard as she could.

And she added a heel to my knee, pushing him aside. I was too surprised by such a sharp retaliation, so the maneuver worked perfectly.

While I was in a bit of leg, Yaroslava turned her back to me, clearly wanting to get out of here as soon as possible.

“Yara…” I growled a warning and stood up.

I don't know what she was hoping for when she decided to resist on someone so much stronger and faster than her. In a second, I had the wolf easily in my grasp. She didn't realize that she had only made things worse for herself.

“Rosya, I like girls with initiative,” I said, not hiding my anticipation.

She froze and swallowed loudly.

“f**k you,” she finally said.

I stopped her pathetic attempt to escape from mine faster than she could figure it out.

What is she doing? Doesn't she know what she signed up for when she decided to take this provocation!

I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards the window. I took off my jacket, put it in the opening and sat Yaroslava down. She clung to my shoulders, scratching them lightly with her long nails.

“Scared?” I whispered, grinning cruelly.

I pulled up the hem of her short dress and ran my fingers between her legs.

“Yes,” came from the girl's lips, along with a long moan.

I growled in response, biting the skin of the brunette's neck. There was an overwhelming urge to brand our couple here and now. But it wasn't time yet. It was too soon. Pushing my animal nature deeper into himself, I pulled down the bodice of her dress and immediately showered her bare breasts with quick kisses.

“Don't, please…” she exhaled softly.

She leaned back, forgetting the height. When I heard the girl's frightened squeak, I just laughed softly and fell on the desired lips with a greedy kiss. At the same time, I tore the lace from her underwear with my claws. I was tempted to do the same to the rest of her clothes, but then I'd be exposing my girl to Rinat if the whole neighborhood knew what had happened here. And her safety was more important to me.

I should have prolonged the foreplay, but my wolf nature wouldn't let me. I controlled my instincts as best I could. Furthermore, I wanted to possess her with all the fury I could muster, especially now that I knew she could withstand my onslaught. That's why I burst into her with a hungry growl. I grabbed her hips and pounded into her harder than before. I wanted her to scream with pleasure, to remember this moment.

With each new thrust, the girl's moans grew louder and louder. And I couldn't get enough. And something told me that even eternity would not be enough with her.

“Jan…” my date called out with another moan, gripping my shoulders even tighter.

I felt her start to squeeze me, so I pulled out of her immediately. Smirking at her disappointed sobs, I turned her back to me and pushed her forward, forcing her stomach against the window. Slowly, I slid my hand up the wolf's right leg and tucked it under her knee.

“Leg up too, sweetheart,” I breathed into her ear, biting her lobe. “Now hold on tight, baby,” I told her again, eliciting a loud cry from the brunette.

I penetrated her as deeply as I could, but it still didn't seem to be enough. I wanted to leave a mark so she would remember who had done this to her. Not only that, but I sped up with each thrust, driving harder into her lithe body. Furthermore, I wrapped her long dark curls around my arm and pulled her to me, tracing patterns on her fragile neck with my tongue, where my mark would be a little later when I learned the secret of her essence. But my instincts couldn't be controlled, as my fangs lengthened without me noticing. Yaroslava's loud moans of pleasure only spurred me on. As soon as my body was covered in a wave of orgasm, I sank my teeth into the girl's shoulder and took a sip of blood that echoed in my taste buds with a strange taste. Without completing the binding, I pulled away from my date and froze, staring into the distance, trying to figure out what was wrong.

“What the hell did you do, asshole?” The little girl's squeal brought me to my senses.

I looked at her — she was holding on to her shoulder, looking at me in disbelief.

“Don't worry about it. It's just a bite in the heat of passion, I didn't mark you. You turn me on so damn much, baby, I forgot about everything,” I grinned back, although I was tense inside.

“You owe me some underwear,” she waved a piece of lace, misleadingly called panties, in my face.

“No problem, Rosya. I'll buy them for every moan of hungry passion that comes from your beautiful lips when I'm deep inside you,” I whispered in her ear, kissing her neck and licking the wound.

I pulled away slightly, almost laughing. The girl opened and closed her mouth, unable to utter a word. Apparently, Rinat had never spoken to her like that before. The aroma of my couple's excitement grew stronger. I pulled her closer and growled impatiently. Yaroslava, on the other hand, suddenly started to run away.

Foolish, you can't run from the wolf — he'll catch up with you eventually…

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