The untamed Alpha and his human mate

Chapter 16: Clayton

I was surprised when Amaya had returned, I’d honestly expected her to just run and never come back. Morning light spilled through my bedroom windows, stretching across the floor in long, golden strips. It didn’t warm much, winter still clung to the air, but at least the sun was out and I wouldn’t have to worry about the rain ruining the day out.

It had been a good idea suggesting Esther come back with them. It was no surprise to me when Odette had been afraid of me, I was a stranger to her, and worse than that…I was me.

I’d seen her once when she was a newborn, with Esther here, she would settle in faster and feel more comfortable having a familiar face around.

Amaya was good with her too, I wasn’t expecting her to be such a natural taking on a motherly role, but she did, she seemed to enjoy helping Esther take care of Odette. Amaya was the one who had helped her brush her teeth before bed, get dressed, and read a story to her. Last night, I’d stood in the doorway and watched her with my daughter for longer than I should have.

While I was happy about Amaya and Esther, I wasn’t so sure I could live up to the same standards, I wasn’t sure I had what it took to be a father, to care for someone.

As I was getting dressed, I felt the familiar stirrings of arousal. Amaya didn’t smell like she was in heat anymore now that she had started her moon time, but werewolves were naturally s****l creatures, we lived to eat, fight, and f***k. But I don’t think I was going to be able to bring Bliss over anymore, I didn’t want my daughter seeing different women come and go from my home.

When I joined everyone else in the kitchen, I watched Amaya pour Odette some cereal, my eyes flicked to the collar around her neck, and I felt my d.ick tingle. I liked that c.ollar on her, liked my name on it, liked that she was mine and I owned her. I looked away, jaw tightening slightly as I tried to force my focus elsewhere.

I didn’t find Amaya attractive, but she was female, she had what I needed between her legs. I wasn’t a nice guy, I had never claimed to be, I knew if I wanted, I could use my slave however I wanted, do whatever I wanted to her s.exually, but I wasn’t that depraved. I did not enjoy the thought of hurting a female like that, I much preferred my females to enjoy my attentions.

I do admit that I did think some very male and dark thoughts though, and that darker part of me, the very heart of the wolf and beast that lived in me, had me wondering if I could use Amaya, f***k her hole when I wanted it. As much as I hated the idea of f.ucking a human, it would be much easier than trying to sneak Bliss or any other woman in and out of the house, it would also solve the problem of being around her when she was in heat.

Perhaps she could put that collar on while I f****d her, let me tie her to the bed and dominate her. She sure as hell was submissive enough. With her tied up and helpless, I could empty my balls inside of her as much as I wanted. f***k, I pushed that dark, depraved side of me away and tried to focus.

Dropping myself into a kitchen chair, I grabbed a slice of toast and bit into it. I caught my reflection in the mirror on the wall and wondered why I’d looked so scary to Odette yesterday.

I looked like I was in my mid-twenties, though age didn’t matter to gods, we were immortal, but I looked no different to any other werewolf, except maybe my looks. Like a vampire, some of us gods had unnatural beauty, I guess I was one of them. I had the flawless, sun-kissed skin, full, rosy lips, sculpted face, chiseled jaw, high cheekbones, and light blue eyes with a hint of lilac.

I looked at my tousled, messy mix of wavy, curly, and unruly jet-black hair that fell into my eyes. Not too scary, I didn’t have any visible scars for Odette to see. Perhaps it was the big, muscular build? I didn’t even work out, gods were naturally built like warriors, we were tall too and I was six foot five, maybe that scared her too? I didn’t dress godlike or anything menacing, but I’d still tried to choose clothing that might feel less intimidating to her. Could clothes intimidate children? No f*****g clue, but I’d tried anyway.

I was wearing jeans tucked into some yellow Doc Martin boots instead of my black combat ones. I opted to wear a plain white t-shirt with a light blue shirt over it, the buttons left undone and the sleeves rolled up to my elbows. I even removed my rings and just left my necklace on.

The excitement of the farm seemed to help distract her from her fear of me too, seeing as she’d happily run into my room like I wasn’t something to avoid and jumped on the bed more hyper than a f.ucking puppy.

As soon as she finished eating, she was pulling me towards the door.

“It’s only eight, the farm isn’t open until nine,” I said.

Amaya came over and smiled at her. “Why don’t we watch some cartoons while we wait?” She suggested. Odette took her hand, and they went to the living room together.

I knew f***k all about kids, I was going to need Amaya’s help buying things suitable for a four-year-old to help keep her entertained.

Esther took over from Amaya and sat with Odette, so I used that opportunity to get Amaya alone.

I took her to my office and closed the door. It smelt faintly of old paper and wood polish, and sunlight filtered in through the window behind the desk, catching dust in the air.

“What’s wrong?” She asked nervously. She was still shy and meek, but I’d noticed slowly she was losing that and becoming a little more relaxed.

”I’m going to need help choosing things for Odette to play with.”

“Ok, I can help with that,” she smiled.

I cleared my throat awkwardly and said, “there’s something else I wanted to talk with you about too, something personal.”

“Ok,” she smiled.

“I don’t really want to invite Bliss or other females over anymore, not with Odette around.” I met her eyes and asked, “how much do you know about werewolves, Amaya?”

“I know they change into full wolves, they’re forced to under the full moon, except for you, you don’t seem to be. That’s all I know, really.”

F.uck it, I’d just get to the point. “We are very s****l creatures. As you’ve noticed, I like a lot of s**x. I invite Bliss over a lot, and I struggle when you go into heat around me. I’m going to need someone to f***k, and it would be easier if it was you.”

She grew bashful and flustered, so flustered that she tried to act casual by fiddling with my pot full of pens and ended up knocking them to the floor, pens scattering everywhere. “Sorry,” she rushed and bent to pick them up while I patiently watched her and waited.

“Are you even attracted to me?” She asked as if it were a laughable question. I wasn’t a liar, so I answered her honestly. “No, I’m not, but I don’t need to be. I don’t care all that much about looks.”

“Pfft, have you seen the women you bring home?” She scoffed.

“You have a point, but nine times out of ten those women approach me first, as pretty as they are, it’s become pretty boring. A thousand hot blondes loses its appeal over time, and I’ve never really cared anyway.”

“So if an unattractive woman approached you, would you accept the offer?”

I shrugged. “Sure, but they never do.”

“So why me?” She asked.

“Honesty?”

She nodded.

I sat on the edge of the desk and folded my arms. “You’re female, you live here, you’re my slave, and you have a tight, wet hole for me to use.” I saw her pull a face at my words, and I said, “I won’t lie to you. Just like before, I would keep it strictly similar to a business-type arrangement. I f***k you when I want, how I want, as much as I want. I want you wearing that collar whenever I f***k you too. You let me dominate you, control you, use you, you call me master during those times. You’ll be my dirty little s.lut. There won’t be any cuddling or kissing involved, but as always, you have the choice to say no. I can find someone else if I really have to, so don’t feel obligated or forced into anything.”

She was quiet for a long time, and then she gave a small smile while lightly fiddling with the pen pot again. “You’re brutally honest, that’s for sure. You want me to be your s.lut?” She asked and then giggled at having said the word.

“Only during s**x, yes.”

“Can I call you alpha instead of master?”

I raised an eyebrow at that. “Sure.”

“Do you always have to wear protection?”

“Uh, you’d rather I come inside you?”

She was too shy to look at me but nodded.

“Ok, but you’ll have to get on birth control.”

“Will you hurt me?”

“What do you mean?”

She looked up at me and said, “would you stop if I didn’t like something?”

“Of course.”

“Would I be the only female you sleep with?”

I narrowed my eyes at her and said, “why does that matter? This is only s**x, there won’t be any relationship between us.”

“I know, but it feels icky to think of you putting that in someone else and then in me.”

I snorted a laugh and stood up straight. “Fair enough, I won’t f***k anyone else, that’s kind of the point of why I’m asking you anyway. I don’t want to be sneaking women in and out of here with my daughter possibly seeing.”

She nodded. “Ok, I’ll do it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, well, we best go get ready for that farm before Odette loses patience.”

She laughed and opened the door, leaving first, and then peered back around it and asked, “what about Esther?”

“What?”

“What about having s**x with Esther?”

“The wolf in me prefers a young and fertile female. She’s what? In her late sixties?”

She shrugged.

“I mean, if you don’t want to do it I guess I can ask her, but I’m pretty sure I terrify her.”

She looked surprised that I’d ask an elderly lady to let me f***k her.

“You don’t think you terrify me?” She asked.

“Not as much as when we first met, you’ve already demanded I let Esther stay with us, and you also yelled down the line at me that I’m a d.ick, so I think you’re losing some of that fear.”

She cringed when I reminded her of the phone call and murmured, “oh yeah,” then she quickly ran off.

Laughing under my breath, I shook my head and followed her out.