Alpha Rayven

Primitive

Blackwood never showed up in our room after dinner, so I stripped the sheets and comforters before walking outside to the fire pit. A few of the younger males were still up, sitting around the fire, drinking and laughing, but they all stare when they saw me. I was still in my dress; it hadn’t been long since dinner ended.

I probably looked like a fool, dragging his huge comforter and sheets across the lawn, but no one said a word until after everything was thrown into the fire. I stared as the fabric burned and smiled to myself before stalking back inside to the confused cheers of the males. It was cute that they thought I was finished.

I grabbed anything that smelled of them… pillows, blankets, clothes… and tossed them all onto the fire. The males had started to pitch in, helping me burn every last trace of their scent from my nostrils.

Quinn was the biggest help. He understood how disgusting it felt to have another’s scent wrapped around your mate, though he didn’t know what it was like to bear a one-sided bond.

Some of the unmated males followed my orders like wolves after a piece of meat, but I didn’t mind. It felt good to have these males act the way I wished my mate would.

As I tossed the last of the dirty laundry from the bathroom hamper into the fire, Blackwood appeared. He looked menacing, his silver eyes glowing in the night, and the males scattered as I ignored him.

"What do you think you’re doing?" he demanded.

I didn’t bother responding and continued watching the clothes burn to ash.

"You should be in bed, not parading your body in front of those males! You are their Luna… act like it!"

"And what would you have me do? Sleep in a bed that smells of her? Take a steaming bath in it? I’m not just their Luna, I’m your mate too, and you should have had the respect to at least clean up before I arrived! I might not be the wolf you want, but I’m the one you got!"

My anger unleashed my strength again, and I shook with fury. I knew they could feel the power I was exerting.

He opened his mouth to speak, but I didn’t want to hear his excuses. We barely had a relationship, we had just met, but I wasn’t going to be walked all over.

I turned and walked back into the house. He was right on my heels as I reached the bedroom. Suddenly, he slammed the door behind us and grabbed my hair roughly, dragging me to the now bare bed.

"You want it gone? Then let’s rub ours into it! Isn’t that what you want?" he growled as he threw me to the middle of the mattress. His shirt flew across the room in a flash, and his pants soon followed. I smelled that he hadn’t been with her today, and I mentally sighed. His hair, loose in dark waves around his head, made me want to touch it, but when I did, he growled.

No matter how angry I was, I couldn’t fight the growing bond his mark had made in me. I trashed, tried to fight back. But compared to an alpha? I am just like a puppy baring its teeth against a massive monster.

"I’m in charge! Got it?" He flipped me onto my stomach, ripping my dress away from my breasts.

He pinched my n*****s roughly, and I keened with desire at his intensity. I never thought I would like to be taken like this, but my mate was so wrapped into my body that I couldn’t deny him now. The first time, I was partially duty bound, but this time it was all him.

My skirt was pushed up, and my panties gone in an instant as he let his boxers slide down. I barely had time to think before he was deep inside me.

“Nooo!” I wailed at the fullness and the pain that came with it. I hadn’t been ready, but he paid no mind as one hand gripped my hips and the other clutched my hair. His mouth was on my neck, biting. My teeth ached more now than before, and I screamed my pain to the world.

My canines wanted to mark him too, but he wants to humiliate me even more. To show me the difference between his wolf and mine… a complete and pathetic power play.

He thrust over and over, and the pain started to fade as he bit a searing mark on my shoulder. For once, I never felt any pleasure I often heard of from the past. At this point, as my body bounces from his piston movements, I started to loathe this very act---this very primitive mating.

"Don’t forget, you are mine, little bird! If you weren’t pregnant before, you will be soon. That’s all I want you for. Nothing else!" he growled.

I screamed and cried, not wanting to be treated as an object or nothing more than a womb to bear his pups, but I wasn’t strong enough to stop him.

I felt my shoulder bleeding, his tongue licking it clean. I tried not to, but my wetness started to respond to his relentless pounding, even though I felt degraded.

I could feel my o****m approaching. Was it wrong to feel pleasure in this pain? Or was it only because it was him… because he was so deeply connected to me that my body responded even when my mind resisted? I wasn’t sure.

Seconds later, he pumped his seed into me, and I cried out my pleasure for the pack to hear.