Beta Alpha

Part 2 - Pleasure

    There was only one thing that Doir found more fulfilling than sitting with his underlings after a long hunt. That was lying with his favorite b***h after a long round of fun. He knew that the negotiations between the ambassador and the Dell Alpha had finally come to what his father called a harmonious conclusion. He knew that shortly the daughters of the Dell pack would be there and he would have to take one as his bride. He had heard many rumors about the beauty and attributes of both the sisters. He thought many of these praises had to have been falsified merely to peak his interest in one of them, but he wasn’t interested in the slightest. He was the Heir of the Massif pack, and Doir had promised himself that no one would shape or control his future but him. His parents would have broken his tail if they had any hint of his true intentions, but Dior didn’t care. They wouldn’t be an obstacle to his reign for much longer if all went according to plan. 

    “My love,” the voice of his b***h broke his train of thought. “What troubles you so?”

    “Oh, Mella, if only there were more hours in the day. Let’s not worry about troubles. I can think of a much better use of our time.” Doir dodged answering her. 

    Mella positioned herself on top of her lover and kissed him straddling his hips. 

    “Things better than talking? Whatever could you have in mind?” Mella asked, trailing her fingers across Doir’s bare chest. 

    “Let me show you.”

    Doir grabbed Mella’s legs and threw her beneath him. He kissed her long and hard. His tongue explored her mouth. The tiny growls and purrs that came from her throat made his tail twitch. Mella placed her extended claws into Doir’s shoulders and trailed hard down his arms. If Doir had been a lesser Wolf she would have broken skin. The hunger that this woman created within him spurred the idea that nothing else in that instant mattered. He let a growl fill her mouth and she met his still wandering tongue with her canines. 

    “Damn!” he moaned. 

    “You think you know everything about me, Milord. There is so much more in my arsenal.” Mella whispered. Her lips teased the skin of his neck as she spoke. Mella smiled as she felt the gooseflesh cover Doir’s arms.  

    “I have things to show you too.” He said grabbing her chin and exposing her neck to him. 

    He placed his canines against her flesh and bit down. Slowly he moved his way down her exposed flesh, biting, and kissing her as he went. The further down he went the more she moved. 

    “Be still, Mella!” He growled where her flesh began to grow in the curve of her breast. A slight moan left Mella’s lips in response failing to comply with Doir’s request and moved more.  Doir reached up and held her shoulders down into the bed. “Your making me feel like an Alpha. f**k you’re a good b***h!” 

    “You are my Alpha. This is what you deserve.”

    “Deserve like this?” Doir shoved into her and bit into Mella’s breast simultaneously. The howl that followed filled Doir’s room and likely spilled into the hall. “That’s my good girl.” His lips then kissed the spot of flesh he’d bitten. 

    Doir gave into his needs at that point. He let all of the politicking and plotting that normally filled his day fade into the abyss that was Mella. There was no comprehensible series of events that Doir could follow beyond that point. Mella’s purrs and whimpers mixed with his growls. Each thrust of his hips were met with hers. Mella forced her claws into his forearms, and hooked one leg around his waist. She squeezed her insides against him as her body shuddered in happiness. Doir pushed into her harder enjoying himself.  

    “Why won’t you take me like our underlings f**k each other?” Mella whispered into his ear.

    It all snapped apart, then Doir was on the other side of the room. The passion in his eyes was replaced with rage. He could feel as his mood clouded. 

    “I told you not to ask me that!” He growled. 

    “Malord, I just meant-”

    “I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU MEANT!” he growled his response fighting the urge to something. ‘Why? Why did she have to ruin this?’ Doir took a deep breath and let the air out between his lips in a high pitched whistle.  “You don’t understand Mella. I’m not any other Wolf. If I was we’d be mated and running this pack by now. I can not marry you Mella.”

    “What do you mean? I thought-” Mella looked confused. She seemed to subconsciously pull the sheet of the bed up to cover her naked skin.

    “I am the Heir of the Massif pack! You think my father would let me take just any b***h as my mate?” Doir’s frustration lingered heavily in his voice. 

    “We aren’t to lead our pack together?” 

    “No. The Daughters of the Dell pack are on their way. I will marry one of them in hopes to reestablish a line of alphas in our pack. That’s how it must be.” The malice was beginning to fade into a feeling of irrelevance towards the topic of their discussion. 

    “So what is to become of me?” she asked. 

    “Get dressed, and get out of here.” Doir threw Mella’s clothes at her. “I do not know what we are going to do yet, but I won’t give you up.” Doir ran his hand through his hair. “You are mine whether we are mated or not.”

    Doir turned away then and began to gather his clothes. He heard Mella whimper behind him. This was not how he had wanted to have this conversation. He had hoped to hide her from all of this until he had figured out how to handle it.

    Mella left Doir with his thoughts as he walked out onto his balcony. He looked out and saw the moon shining over the lake. It was still early in the evening. The warm summer sky had dregs of the orange and crimson sunset lingering loosely on the horizon. Doir welcomed the cool wind that whispered against his skin. It seemed the perfect counter to the heat that he felt inside. 

    He was the first generation from his family’s line to grow up on this side of the castle. The loss of the alphas had created so many issues that Doir knew would affect his pack for generations. The only hope left was the union of a beta line with that of an alpha’s. His father believed it would restore some semblance of normal traditions to their pack. ‘Perhaps,’ Doir thought to himself, ‘one of the Daughters of the Dell will make me forget about Mella. I doubt it, but at least one of them can try.’

    With the completion and acceptance of that thought, Doir heard a knock at the door. He inhaled deeply and went to open the door. Upon opening it he found one of his regular guards standing on the other side. When the guard took in the the state of dress of his master he averted his eyes. 

    “What!” Doir snapped at the man. Behind the guard’s underling growled in response to the hostility towards it’s master. It forced a smile to Doir’s lips. Like a random underling could scare him. 

    “Uh, Malord.” The guard stumbled to gather his composer. “The Dell caravan has been spotted at the last checkpoint before the gate. Their forward scout has already made it to the wall and announced their arrival. Your father requires your presence in the main hall.” 

    “Of course he does.” Doir sighed, exasperated at his father’s constant need for ceremony.  “Relay to my father that once I am presentable I will be down. Also, Miko ensure that the Lady Mella is not in attendance tonight. I do not care what you have to say or do, keep her in her rooms. I do not want her there.”

    “Malord? I do not understand. Why would you not-” Miko asked, confused at the request. 

    “Because I commanded it!” Doir shouted. “I am the damn Massif Heir! Do as I command.”

    “Yes Milord. As you wish.” Miko clicked his heels together and turned away. 

    “Damn straight.” Doir snorted back and slammed his door. The wood made a satisfying threatening creak against the hinges.