War and Lust - The clash of Alphas

Chapter 6

No, no, no, no. I dart my eyes to anywhere but at the giant walking towards me lifting a chair and placing it just in front of me slightly to the side, it creaks under his weight as he drags a table towards himself and pulls a remote from the side of my chair.

"Now kitten, it's your turn," he re adjusts himself in the chair. "Do you want to start talking or shall we get to the fun stuff?" he says with a smirk and glint in his eye.

I flick my eyes up to his face, taking in a scar on the right side of his face, his shaved head making every curve of his skull visible. His tanned skin is worn with marks of battles but yet looks perfectly rough. stubble kisses his chin and jaw framing his rough lips.

A growl brings me back from staring. "I don't know anything, this is pointless, that scout knew more than me, I just do as I was ordered."

"Right," Tank answers me with sarcasm, "So be it," he stands up and adjusts my chair while bringing a strap across my waist, making me unable to shift my body, my heart pounds as his hands roam down to my trousers to undo my belt.

He reaches over to his table for a large knife bringing to where my belt was and begins to cut off my trousers. My body turns to stone, I try to make myself numb, feel nothing Jamie, I shift against the chair as he continues to remove everything from below my waist, my panties are torn off with a simple flick of his claw.

My legs protest and start to shake as he pins them down to the seat, wrapping more straps over each thigh holding them apart. My bare arse is sticking to the seat with friction, my p***y exposed to the room. Arsehole!

Before tears can start to build up in my eyes, I squeeze my nails into my palm, f**k this, he wont break me, it's just blood take your mind somewhere else. I started getting angry, gritting my teeth while growling at him, "You stupid f**k head! This is the only way you can get women to come anywhere near you! You make me sick," I literally spit at him.

"f**k you, your pathetic, a ridiculous excuse for a shifter! With your big bald ugly head."

Tank reaches for the remote as he takes his seat again, shifting his eyes to my face with a half laugh at my attempts to be spiteful, before looking back down at the contraption in his hands.

"I don't bring women into my play room, it's always men, but the Alpha has started to complain, so I decided to make this creation," he stated with a smirk.

I just want to punch him in his stubbed chin, arr!

Tank shifted in his seat like he was the one feeling uncomfortable as he pressed buttons and set dials.

"You're the first to try it, so I hope you enjoy it," as he hits a button my chair moves and shifts, a cold hard bar puts pressure against my c**t and starts vibrating.

"s**t" mumbles from my lips as I arch my back, my body fights the burst of tingling nerves between my thighs. I cant move, I cant escape.

Tank gets up and starts heading to a door opposite me and leans with his shoulder on the frame, taking in the sight before him.

My body quivers and shakes as i fight against my bindings. The pressure builds as I close my eyes to hide my embarrassment.

"Oh goddess" it's too much, the vibrations too strong my body gives in as my p***y gushes from my orgasm, wetness spills under me as my hips rock on this damn hump pulling every ounce of pressure from my body.

As i come down from the high, i opened my eyes to fine Tank still standing there with a dark look on his face. "Enjoy the view pervert?" I managed to pant out.

The prick just smiled and growled, turning to leave me a quaking mess.

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Tanks POV

I closed the door behind me and headed straight for a cold shower. I need to wash off the scout's blood as well as calm this storm running through my veins.

I stripped and turned the water to ice-cold before stepping in. She looked beautiful. I couldn't take my eyes off her as her body tensed at her peak.

The room instantly filled with her scent — her juices. I could almost taste her on my tongue.

I had to leave before I lost control. My wolf is going crazy clawing at me trying to escape. It was meant to torture her, not me! I sighed as I looked down at my c**k, it's still throbbing, the water isn't helping. I need to think of something else or chase my own release.

Fuck it.

I adjusted the temperature to warm and looked down at myself feeling like a teenage boy again.

I groaned as i wrapped my hand around the middle of my swollen shaft and started to move up slowly, twisting just as I reached the engorged head and pulled back down, tightening my grip with a moan. I pumped my fist over and over with the image of Jamie moaning and writhing on my chair, riding through her own orgasm as i near my own.

Replaying the scene in my head, it didn't take long before my body tensed as I released a growl, with the first thread of my seed came shooting out onto the wall, and it just kept coming, squirt after squirt until there was a puddle beneath me and my body finally relaxed.

I stared down at the mess that was still dripping from my c**k feeling just as pathetic as she made me out to be.

I shook my head as I washed myself off along with any evidence of my lack of control.

After getting dressed, I quickly checked in with the Alpha and did anything I could to distract myself from what was going on in the room beside mine.

My playroom is connected to my living quarters. It's quiet down here and has little natural light, just how I like it.

An hour has passed since I left her, that quivering kitten strapped to my new favorite toy, though I'm not sure if I could use it on another after seeing her in it.

They might ruin the memory I have forever etched in my mind of her.

The f**k? I shake my head and walk towards my playroom, stopping with my hand on the handle, I take a deep breath and pull it open.