The Alphas Virgin Human Mate

Winterhaven

Saffron slid to her feet outside the vehicle and waited for instructions. The man who drove her went to the back of the suburban and retrieved her luggage. He gave her a slight nod, as if to say come on, and began walking to the giant wooden door ahead.

Saffron, having no other alternative, followed behind him slowly. He knocked at the mansion door and was instantly greeted by a women in a motherly looking maids alfit.

"Well, that isn't too bad," Saffron thought of the attire. That was until she passed through the doors and noticed only the older women maids were wearing those clothes. The younger maids were dressed much, much differently.

"OH my," she mused under the breath softly.

She followed them down a side hallway and into a room with shelves and clothes and supplies.

"Thank you, Jeremy." They lady told him. So that was his name! Saffron thought. But her thoughts were interrupted quickly.

Jeremy left quickly, and the lady turned to Saffron expectedly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Miss, I don't know what to do. This is my first job." Saffron explained quietly.

"Very well, dear," the lady accepted her explanation. She started grabbing clothes form the shelf and thrust them at Saffron. "Put these on, go in there." She pointed to a small bathroom Saffron had not noticed.

"Yes maam," Saffron said and hurried into the bathroom, eager not to anger her employer. Once inside the bathroom, she hurried to put on the attire. She had to admit, it was a bit confusing. She wasn't sure what to do with some of it. The main part of the alfit wasexplanatory. A maids costume. She was given a bra that proved to gather her breasts tightly, and unfortunately, the top of the maids dress did not completely cover her full cleavage. Equally unfortunate, the dress didn't seem to barely cover her assets below her waist as well. She had been given white thigh-high stocking to wear, and the black, low heeled shoes were too large. She was left with pale pink straps with little buckles on them and exactly no clues what to do with them. She was forced to exit the restroom and request help with the final piece of her clothing.

Saffron was extremely self-conscious. She hadn't ever wore anything so revealing and it felt very wrong and embarrassing.

"Um,ma'am?" She emplored the lady. "I am afraid I do not know what to do with this," she told her holding up the straps.

"Quite innocent I see," the lady commented. "This will be interesting. Let me help you." Before Saffron knew what was happening the lady was very personal with her. She took the straps, attached them to her top of the thigh-highs and then to the bottom seam of her underwear.

"They hold your stocking up dear," she explained.

"OH, Thank you," Saffron told her.

"Grab a duster there. We will start with that." The lady instructed, pointing to a shelf. Saffron quickly reached and pulled down a duster, noticing that when she reached up, her skirt rose dramatically, exposing the bottom of her cheeks. She shifted uncomfortably.

The lady must have noticed saying, "You'll get use to it." She led her out into the main floor of the mansion. "So it isn't rocket science dear. Use your duster there to remove dirt and dust from things. Stay busy and stay out of the way of the pack members."

"Pack members maam?" Saffron asked questioning. The lady eyed her.

"The patrons of the home," That was all she said, walking away and leaving Saffron to do as she was instructed. Saffron looked around the room. The mansion was nicer than anywhere she had ever been, full of expensive, comfortable looking furniture. High end accessories dotted the interior design. The ceilings were enormous, at least twenty feet high on this floor. She saw a large bookshelf on one wall and decided that was as good a place as any to start. She walked over to the bookshelf and began taking the books off one by one to dust their bindings. She purposefully started with the shelves that did not require any bending or stretching. Her alfit was already attracting attention from the males walking through and it made her very uncomfortable. One guy actually stopped and openly stared at her appreciatively for a few minutes. It was mega creepy. She just continued her work and ignored him as best she could.

Unfortunately, she soon ran out of books sh could easily reach and had to start on the lower shelving. She bent over at the hips and began with those books. Her skirt lifted exposing the bottom of her cheeks and exposing the pale pink, sexy straps. Saffron tried to avoid paying attention to her surroundings and focus on her work.

At one point she had the squat all the way down resting her bottom on her heels to complete the last shelves and m she heard some commotion entering the room she was in. There was a girl giggling and a man's deep baritone talking to her. Saffron peeked over towards the noise. It was a pretty brunette maid, tall and leggy, being chased around playfully by a man.

"Come on baby, come up to my room with me, Cassandra," he persuaded gaining speed on her and pinching her bottom. The girl squealed playfully and shook her head continuing to play hard to get.

"No Derek, I have to suction the blinds," she told him swatting at his grubby hands.

"You can do that later, it's early. You know you want to," he tried again. He made a grab for her but she darted around a footstool. She wasn't fast enough because he caught her around the waist on the other side and swept her up.

"Ahhh,"she cried out. Derek grabbed her thighs and lifter her onto his waist easily. He pinned her up against the wall and he slunk his hand in between her legs. Her underwear easily moved aside for him and she squirmed as he flickered his finger across her c**t.

"Derek!" She chided, trying to escape, which turned into a quiet moan, and he pleasured her.

"Um, come on baby," he said, no longer giving her a choice and carrying her up the stairs. Saffron's cheeks were blushing pink by now, and she realized she had been staring at them. She shook her head and looked around the room. Thankfully, she was alone, and she stood up to finish the bookshelf. She quickly did the higher shelves, not enjoying the breeze under her skirt, letting her know her bottom was showing. It was getting later in the evening, and she wasn't sure how much longer she was expected to work. The only thing she could do was continue until someone told her to stop.

Saffron was dusting a tabletop, leaning over it, when she got this feeling she wasn't alone. She looked up and saw a huge shadow blocking out her own. Someone was standing directly behind her, someone big. She moved to stand up, and a large hand came down on her back, stopping her, and another hand landed on her thigh. The man drug his hand underneath her skirt to her bottom.

"Soft,"she heard him rubble. Saffron wiggled to get away.

"Stop, please don't, " she asked the man. The men around her clearly expected the maids to participate in entertaining them, but Saffron was a virgin and had no intention of losing her virtue. He leaned over, sniffing her hair.

"Beautiful," he said, continuing to squeeze her bottom.

"No, please stop, sir," she cried out. It was at that moment she heard a deep, menacing growl. He man instantly removed his hand from her bottom but kept her pinned and leaned over the table.

"Look dude, go find your own fun," he said, turning around slightly. Another growl erupted, louder this time.

"I believe the girl asked you to stop, Marcus," another voice said. His voice was deep, like velvet, and made Saffron think of very naughty things. Marcus quickly removed his hand from her

"Yes, sorry, Alpha, I didn't know it was you," Marcus said quickly.

"Next time you will lose your hand, got it?" The guy he had called Alpha told him.

"Yes, sir, " he agreed and hurried from the room as fast as he could, leaving Saffron alone with this other man. Alpha? What did that mean, she thought.

"Are you ok," he asked, stepping closer to her. Saffron shyed away, afraid of this new stranger even though he had come to her rescue.

"Yes, thank you, sir," she replied quietly, looking toward the ground. He was exquisite, like something out of a viking movie. His hair was dirty blond, braided like a viking, and cut on the side. He was at least seven feet tall, and his biceps looked like he could pull apart a stump for firewood without needing an ax. She had never really had naughty thoughts before, but this guy affected her panties. She heard his sniff appreciatively.

"Lovely," he said. Omg! She thought, how could he know his affect on her? "Work is done for the night," he told her.

"Oh, thank you. I am waiting permission from the lady Margaret to stop working," she replied.

"There is no higher permission than mine here. I am the Alpha, return to the maids department now. Margaret will be there. Go now," he told her.

She didn't wait to be told twice and scurried around him, bumping into him slightly. She heard him hiss.

"Oh, I am so sorry," she cried. "Are you hurt?"

Logan laughed out loud. This silly human girl thinks she had hurt him. Really, what happened was when she bumped into him, it felt like static electricity. Like he was shocked. It couldn't be, could it? Logan looked at hee for a moment.

"No, go on." He told her and left the room.