Claimed by the Alpha Beast

07: The Alpha Beast

Zach POV

"I'm waiting..."

She jumps. The impatience must have slipped out of my voice. Then she comes to lower herself in front of me. For some reason, I get curious about her face. I reach for her mask but she jumps, rising and backing away.

"Please," she begs. “Your majesty. I can't…”

"Alright. Okay,” I reassure her. “No problem. I won't take it off if you don't want to."

It's not the first time a girl has begged me not to take her mask off. This proves she's probably a member of my own pack or someone I've seen in real life. Rich wolves are not the only ones that come here to get laid. Females do, too. To make quick cash for a few weeks or merely sleep with a stranger and get paid.

"Come here,” I order. “I don't have all night, d*mn it!"

She obeys hesitantly. She's about to kneel again when I stop her.

"You obviously don't want to do that. It's alright. Let's do what you're comfortable with!”

Without wasting anymore time, I pull her to me, dropping rough kisses on her flesh. I need her aroused once again. I need the anxiety to disappear, so I can do this and get on with my night.

I reach between her thighs to caress her secret spot through the fabric. She gasps.

“Be still,” I purr. “You can't deny that it feels good. You're wet, butterfly.”

She bites her lips, proving my point. I feel a rush, knowing that my touch affects her the way I want. All traces of fear no longer exist as I rob her clıt. I'm tempted to lock my lips with hers when I look in her eyes again. But that would be going against my rules. I don't kiss in this type of encounters. Mouth to mouth is reserved for normal s****l encounters. With girls like Madison. Or my nephew's girlfriend.

I trail kissed down her chest instead, letting my fangs out to rip away the lace covering her breast. I catch one nıpple in my mouth and feel her arch into me. I could have sworn I heard her call my name, but not important.

"Why are you even wearing panties huh?" I moan against her flesh, pushing the lace aside to slide one finger inside her slick wet core. She's straddling me now. I have no idea how that happened. "Is it because you're expensive? A premium fück? Is that why you're all covered."

My mouth explores the swell of her breasts, soon closing around her other hardened nıpple. Goddess, she tastes good. The sound she makes is so erotic. My manhood strains against my briefs, seeking to be free and joined with her body.

"Come on," I lift and set her on the bed, spreading her legs wide open for me. Then I ripped the lacy pants off impatiently and stroke her with my fingers, savoring the feel of her wet cünt. I'm curious what she tastes like down there. How she smells.

It's part of confidentiality to mask everyone's scent with oil, herbs, and other perfums. If only I could strip her of these things. I need to stop thinking these useless thoughts, get my orgasm and go. That's what I paid for, not the girl's damn scent.

I straighten to push down my briefs. She starts to close her legs in modesty but I grab one ankle, holding it open and making sure she lays bare before me. Her púsșy drips wet, contracting.

“Damn, butterfly. You really are special,” I breath, mounting her.

I'm hard as a rock when I finally free my d*ck from the briefs. I place it at her entrance, making a circle to tease her. Her body quivers as she adjusts her hips. Then, I start to push into her.

"Tight fit. Shiit! Hold on a sec.”

A lube should fix this. Nevermind that she's wet as a tap. I could break her if I force my dıck inside. Her heart is thundering on her chest as I grab the lube.

Spreading her open once again, I pour the redundant liquid on my shaft and her püssy. This should ease my entry. She rock her hips when I caress her, licking her lips.

Then I quickly resume my invasion before she grows scared again. Sliding my stiff cõck into her, I feel her walls stretch to accomodate me.

Something seem to break as I go deeper. She gasps aloud, making me stop.

"What the füuuck..." I cursed. A dämn virgin? "What the fück type of game is this!?"

A virgin prostitūte? Do they have those? I should pull out. But her cünt grips me tight, practically choking my manhood. I don't want to pull out. I'm no longer in control. She fists the sheets tight as I begin to stroke, trying my best to go easy.

I want to stop when I see her glassy eyes through the mask. A tear escapes, rolling to the side.

“Goddess! Damn it!” I should stop.

"Please, go on," she whispers, adjusting her hips to encourage me. “It's tonight or never,” she says through short gasps.

When she gasps again, I catch the horror in her eyes and can't help but slow down.

Then something shiny catches the corner of my eye. I turn to the mirror beside the bed. That's when I see it. My claws are halfway out. Not my normal wolf because the claws pushing out of my fingers and tearing into the sheets are made of steel.

The beasts? My heart slams. The eyes staring back at me isn't Ares'. Certainly not the fangs now bared.

I jump off the bed, stumbling and falling backwards. The girl watches with wide eyes and an open mouth. She's completely bare and not trying to cover herself this time.

I want to go to her. To devour and consume her. I shake my head violently to gain back control, but the beast fights back and when he fights, he always wins.

Pulling my briefs off, I rush out of the room like a wild animal. The last thing I recall is crashing through a window into the Night. The beast comes loose the moment I enter the woods, and he's ready to kill.