Play Tag With Ruthless Alpha

Chapter 3

Yaroslava's POV ‌‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌

“I belong to the Alpha of the Gray Wolf Clan!” I shouted, hoping to gain freedom with my statement.

It was probably the only thing that could save me now. And besides, I was hardly lying. Rinat is the only man I've ever had. And our wedding is imminent.

The stranger didn't immediately understand what I had said. He stood there for a minute, staring intently into my eyes. It took all my willpower not to look away.

I wanted him to know that I wasn't afraid of him. Maybe that would be good for the situation.

Gradually, the look in the black eyes became meaningful. The man tilted his head slightly to the side, and then a sneering grin spread across his lips.

“Really?” He grinned.

I would rather not repeat myself, so I just lifted my chin proudly and poured as much contempt into my gaze as I could. It had worked more than once in my time.

“So you are the Alpha of the Gray Wolf Clan?” he asked.

I remained silent. I also tried to keep my treacherous knees from showing signs of weakness and trembling. Either from fear or impatience to become one with this stunning male. I couldn't quite tell.

“Yara,” he said, a wry grin of anticipation on his lips.

Without ceremony, the stranger turned me back to face the bar, then nuzzled his nose into the back of my head.

Hot, rough palms pushed my black curls back over my shoulder, clearing a path for him. His fingers touched the edge of my blouse collar, pulling the silk away. A piercing spasm ran through me as his tongue traced a completely untouched patch of skin where there should be a mark. Either the mark of belonging, or the remnants of a bite.

The fact that I'll never have any of that is probably of no interest to anyone right now.

“You little liar,” he breathed into the back of my head.

A slight shiver ran down my skin, still damp from his touch. A soft, telltale moan escaped my lips.

I wish I'd kept quiet!

It was the loudest signal for him to act…

“Yaroslava,” the possibly second man in my life whispered in my ear. “You are so sweet. My Yaroslava.”

The way he growled my name made my mind refuse to perform even basic functions. And I was already lost when his right hand shamelessly slipped under my skirt.

Even though there were many people around!

The insolent, horny werewolf must have thought about the privacy of the place because he pushed me against the wall, blocking the view of my body.

“You'll regret this,” I threatened in a broken half-whisper. “And more than once…”

It was the only resistance I could muster at the moment. Not even because it was impossible to escape his embrace, and not because if I did, he'd catch up with me soon enough and the reckoning would be greater and more merciless. No. Not because of that. Because I wanted him to go on — as much as he did. Maybe even more.

I screamed as his fingers traced the soaked fabric of my panties and then, without any foreplay, pushed the thin strip of lace aside and entered me. The stranger exhaled hoarsely into my ear, then inhaled my scent noisily before thrusting his fingers in with such force that I screamed again. The noise of the crowd drowned out my scream, and the man continued to abuse my body mercilessly, pressing his thumb against my c**t. Just one in and out motion was enough to send an all-consuming wave of orgasm through my body. All I had to do was grab his shoulders with both hands, as they were the only thing holding me up at the moment.

Before the world had time to take on the colors of reality, the stranger pulled me away from the bar, scooped me up in his arms and dragged me towards the exit.

Perhaps I should have expressed my indignation aloud because no guard thought to stop the man who was walking towards the street with me in his arms.

And I thought this was a decent place!

The nicotine- and alcohol-soaked air was replaced by the more familiar smog of the city. My brain decided to remember that its main activity was thinking, not visualizing. And preferably in a way that would not have bad consequences. So, before things got too bad, I tried to remedy the situation.

“Let me go,” I asked quietly.

The stranger didn't immediately comply. It wasn't until we were around the corner from the club, in a dark, deserted alley. The brickwork was against my back and I pressed harder against it, backing away from the man as far as I could.

“Yara,” the stranger growled softly.

No one's ever called me that before. And it's so new. Unusual and exciting. It captured my imagination and promised new sensations.

A light, warm wave travelled from the tips of my toes and spread through my body. I squeezed my thighs as hard as I could in a pathetic attempt to fight it off. The stranger stepped towards me. The werewolf's black gaze stared into my eyes. It literally magnetized me.

I swallowed noisily, trying to regain some of my sanity. It didn't work very well as the barely perceptible touch of the man's palms slowly moved up from my knees, higher and higher, and I was lost again, forgetting myself.

Soon my skirt was up to my waist. A soft, pleading moan escaped my lips. Once more, I gave permission to continue. And the man understood perfectly. A bold, deep kiss swept away any remaining barriers and doubts in my soul. The stranger grabbed my hips and lifted me up. I had to wrap my legs around him. Because it was more comfortable. Because that's what I wanted.

He pressed my body so hard against the uneven and not at all clean surface that it hurt. I tried to pull away, but the werewolf didn't let up. Our breaths mingled again and again, absorbing my pathetic protest.

The fleeting return of sanity was lost somewhere in the depths of the bottomless abyss of my soul. All that remained was the agony of the basic instinct to satisfy the hunger of the flesh. It intensified instantly and grew even more immense as soon as his mouth touched my breast. Through the thin silk and equally fragile lace of my underwear, the man bit and kissed so sweetly and boldly that it made me dizzy.

I bent towards him, undoing the clasps on my blouse myself. I pressed against my sudden lover again and again, squirming impatiently in his arms, but he only continued the sweet torture. His fingers dominated me once more. The stranger breathed in the air with pleasure, inhaling the scent of my desire.

“Yara,” he whispered hoarsely. “My Yara,” he repeated my name over and over, as if it were something special, meant only for me.

His voice made me say goodbye to everything I'd been before. I didn't even think about the fact that I didn't know his name. I just didn't care. The only thing I cared about was that he never stopped.

I unzipped his jeans myself. I had found what I needed. With a sharp, powerful thrust, the man's flesh filled me to the brim and I screamed loudly, clenching my thighs tighter around his waist. And for a long time, I moaned as the man thrust deeper and harder into my body, plunging me into the epicenter of unbridled euphoria of pure pleasure.

My fingers cramped, but I clung to his shoulders and continued to stare into his black eyes. The golden sparks shone so brightly in the darkness, as if they wanted to be etched in my memory forever. I wished they were. And I kept reaching for more kisses, as if they could help keep the image in my mind.

Time stood still. Nothing existed but the heavy breathing of my lover, sometimes a little rough; the sweet pain that gripped every cell of my muscles; the blissful feeling of lightness and weightlessness that the stranger gave me.

A weightless shroud enveloped my black gaze. A long, low growl filled the alley. After a few more hard thrusts, my lover froze with his eyes closed. I felt his shoulders tense under my fingers, his c**k throbbing and pouring into me.

I couldn't help smiling.

It was only a moment, but it felt like this stranger was made for me. I never thought I would enjoy anything more than s*x itself, just to watch a man near the peak of completion.

Wordlessly, I lowered my hand to his face and stroked the light stubble on his cheek. He opened his eyes and rubbed my palm, kissing the center of it. The corners of the werewolf's lips lifted in a hint of a smile. There was no expression on his face, only gratitude and unconcealed happiness.

“Jan,” the stranger whispered hoarsely. “My name is Jan.”

“Nice to meet you, Jan,” I grinned back involuntarily.

And to avoid embarrassment, I buried my nose in his shoulder.

Jan continued to hold me, and for a while, he just ran his fingers through the unruly strands of my hair, twisting and turning them around his index finger. The silence of the alley was comforting, soothing, so peaceful that I could just enjoy what I had now… until he ruined it.

“You stay with me now!”

And he didn't even ask. He just said it.

Holy s**t!

“Really?” I smiled as sincerely as I could, hiding behind it a three-story stream of profanity just begging to be said.

Apparently, that was a rather poor way of expressing my joy because the wolf frowned. He looked sideways at me and grinned.

“Do you want to play?” He whispered against my lips, lowering me to the ground and leaving me alone. “I'll give you half an hour,” he pulled away and took a few steps back, his golden eyes burning into me. “Run, baby! Time is ticking.”

I didn't need to be told twice.

When else do I get a chance like this?

I kicked off my lacquered shoes, picked them up, gave the werewolf a farewell glance and walked out of the alley.

You'll never catch me!

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