Marked For His Wrath

Chapter 3

Ariana shivered as the males bound her hands behind her back. Her eyes shot silent pleas at the Alpha, but he had already turned away to focus on more important things – things more important than a weak female human he planned to sleep with later in the day.

She fought tears as she was led forward into the Alpha’s magnificent building, but when the door was shut, she finally let go of the tears she was holding.

Ariana wept. She wept for the simple days she used to have before her mother died, when her mother still shielded her from her wicked step father. Then she wept because she missed her mother. What was her life going to become now? Locked away as the pleasure toy of the most ruthless Alpha she had ever heard about.

When her tears were spent, Ari finally focused on making the most of the bad situation she found herself. Her eyes darted around the room, and for a moment, she took out time to appreciate it’s sheer magnificence.

It was no doubt a very masculine room with it’s sharp colors and well defined furniture. The Alpha she saw, did not like clutter. Everything was very neat and put in place.

She needed to find a way of escape! Her eyes darted around the room, and then to the French windows overlooking what looked to be a very splendid garden – then the door opened.

Ariana shivered as she heard very masculine footsteps behind her. She didn’t need to turn around, she knew immediately it was him. All of a sudden, her courage fled and the tears stung her eyes once more as she turned around to face him.

He wasn’t even looking at her, as though she was not important enough to command his attention as soon as he stepped into his room. He unbuttoned his shirt first, and Ari sucked in an audible breath as her eyes travelled over the expanse of his chest.

His muscles were rigid, rippled across the expanse of his frame as though he were a sculpted Apollo come to life, and in spite of herself, Ari wondered how those muscles would feel beneath her hands, then she blushed more fiercely as she wondered what it would feel like to be held in such powerful arms – she was going to find out so soon, wasn’t that why she was tied up in his room in the first place! What she may never find out would be how it would feel to have those eyes of his light up in love and warmth as they looked into hers. Ariana felt her heart ache at that thought, it was a totally unfamiliar ache, for she found she wanted the Alpha to touch her, to make love to her, but she also wanted him to do it with love.

Still ignoring her, the Alpha tugged at his belt and pulled it off, and Ari was scared that he was going to take off his trousers right then, but to her relief, he only tossed the belt away and then poured himself a shot of whiskey from the decanter.

It was only after he downed that shot that he turned to look at her. His eyes scanned her entire frame, lingering at certain parts and making her blush, then the corner of his lips tugged up in a smile. “So what’s your story Sweet thing. Why are you here?”

Before Ariana had the chance to answer, he reached out in one swift move and pulled her to himself. He had done that a little too forcefully and Ari was already unbalanced because of her hands that were bound at the back. She toppled over and fell on her knees in front of him.

The Alpha bent down in front of her and dug his hand into her hair “so silky, so soft – what’s the trick . . .” he let his voice trail off, and Ari winced when he tugged harder at the strands, hurting her.

She had heard of males who liked to hurt females in the art of pleasure, and her heart skipped several beats at the thought that this Alpha was one of them. She may not survive a night of painful love making from a Werewolf, let alone an Alpha.

Her eyes sought his grey once, a plea in her innocent ones, but the plea died when she saw the look in his. Gently, but with a power she couldn’t resist, he tilted her head up to his and claimed her lips in a kiss that stole her breath away. Ari surrender to his power as his lips plundered hers. His lips were at once gentle, and yet firm. With experienced expertise, he teased her lips open and let his tongue seek out the sensitive parts of her mouth.

Just when Arianna had totally surrendered, the Alpha pulled away from her. His grey eyes were hooded as they searched hers. “If you kiss so badly, it’s little wonder whoever owned you was so eager to give you up at the collection.”

‘whoever owned you..’ with the way her heart was thudding against her breast, it was almost impossible for her to understand what he was saying . . . . but she did, through the fog of her clouded brain. He must think she was some kind of w***e . . . . after all, no one gave out their valued family member for the collection.

The Alpha traced a finger around her delicate jawline. Hooking it under her chin, he turned her face up to his, so that there was no more hiding from his arresting gaze. “What is your name?”

It was spoken calmly, almost a statement and not a question but – Ariana saw the steel in his gaze. For some reason, she felt he was close to losing his patience with her, and she feared what would happen when he did.

“Ariana.” Her voice was barely a whisper. It sounded painfully fragile, and something about the sound of her own voice, the weak helplessness in them brought tears to her eyes.

“Please . . . . Please I beg of you. I’m sorry . . . I promise I’m sorry . . . Please I –”

His finger on her jaw moved a bit in a caress, and the corner of his lips twisted in a wry smile.

“What are you begging me for Dear Ariana? Do you want me to skip the fore play and become one with you at once? I myself feel the inclination.”

Her mouth suddenly went dry, so that she could no longer speak. She was sure he could hear the uneven beating of her heart as it pounded away. “I . . . I” she stammered, not knowing what it was she wanted to say.

The Alpha smiled. That seemed to be all the assurance he needed. He bent down to pick her up, his hands seeking out her own hands, and only then did he notice the rope that bound her hands at her back.

His hands stilled for a second. “This wasn’t necessary.” He said quietly as he carefully untied her.

Ariana sucked in a breath as she regained the freedom of her hands. For some reason, that little amount of freedom emboldened her. “You gave the orders yourself Alpha Jared.” She said quietly when his hands left her.

The Alpha stilled, and Ari felt her heart stop beating. What had she done! But when she looked up at him, he was smiling.

“My my. The kitten has claws. Who would have thought.” He got up to his feet, pulling her with him. Arianna gasped as he tugged her to himself. Again, her heart stopped beating as she collided with his rock hard masculine body.

This time, his lips were not gentle when it claimed hers. This time, he seemed to be taunting her, teasing her, drawing out the fight in her and at the same time letting her know she would never win in a fight against him. He dragged her to the bed, roughly, so that she tumbled against it, her lovely dark hair scattered in all directions. His lips left hers to whisper in her ear

“Where is the vixen I saw earlier Sweets? The one who wasn’t frightened enough to challenge me?”

Ariana heard and wanted to regain her courage, but this was new territory to her. She was used to challenging her wicked step father, not this powerful Alpha who had the ability to set her pulse racing and her body on fire with a single look.

His hand moved lower to circle her rounded flesh, stroking her through the fabrics of her dress, but when he tore her dress in one swift powerful move, Arianna knew it was now or never. She could either succumb to her body’s desires, submit to his will, and let him draw his pleasure from her as well as bring her the sweetest pleasure she had ever known – until he had his fill and cast her aside like a worn shoe. A pleasure toy fit for his betas to toy with as they wanted. She could allow that, or she could fight him now.