The Alphas Dilemma

Chapter two

CHAPTER TWO

Rayne’s pov

A million and one punishment I could probably face played in my mind and I shivered as a result. The alpha of the ring-skull pack was known for his wicked ways to punish his offenders and I for one was a living testimony of the unfathomable he did to puny wolves myself. The scars on my back and the excess pump of adrenaline in my veins were a sore reminder of the punishment I endured for just like a week.

"Alpha…" I whined pleadingly like a little slave who had been condemned to death but the look on my executioner’s face made me gulp the rest of my words. His demeanor went rigid at my attempt to protest but his irises held something somewhat darker, bizarre, and forbidden. “Please…”

Before I could finish my statement, he snatched my hand from my side and turned me around swiftly. I was going to protest, but then again, before the words left my mouth, I was already plastered against him. He spanked me hard on my butts, and a loud growl escaped my mouth from the pain, which shortly turned into pleasure.

Fucking goddess.

"Strip," he said in an authoritative voice, causing me to shriek a bit. His tone was so intense and sexy. Too sexy. The fierceness of it sent me swallowing my saliva. In this instance, I felt like I was someone else. Because I couldn't seem to find any words or rational thoughts to figure out what the hell was happening.

Was this the punishment? With whips and knives, and electrocuting chairs, it was simple and very understanding, not this uncanny method this urban man would display….I should strip because he wants to punish me?

"I'll help you if you can't do it yourself" His thunderous groggy voice startled me before his hands magically worked on me like a pro. My worn-out polo and old bra were unclasped and shoved onto the floor. His hands went to the band of washed jean shorts and brought it down as well—revealing my clean shaved p***y.

Thanks graciously!

He slid his hand through the back of my waist and pinched my ass cheeks. He moved in closer, and his erection was directly on my stomach. He bent a bit until the tip of his c**k was at the entrance of my p***y. An involuntary moan left my mouth from that simple act. Before I understood what was happening, two of his fingers were entering my c**t from behind while his d**k attacked me from the front.

My n*****s stretched in the glee of the beautiful but foreign feeling that trailed up my whole body, making me feel lightweight and jelly. He leaned unto and enveloped my breast in a fiery suck while his hands traveled from behind to the front, his two fingers still firing my core.

At this moment, I was a mess of moans and shouts. I held roughly into his shirt as if my life depended on it. My nails dug into his skin as I found an outlet to pour my pleasurable frustration on. I felt him remove his hand from my center. When I thought he had finished his onslaught, he pushed me backward until we were both under the showerhead, in his bathroom, caging me against the cold walls, both of his hands positioned at either side of my head and his leg between mine—propped, so that his thigh is raised to touch my soft spot. And that display of power sent me back to earth, straight back to the woman I was.

I trembled when I felt fresh cold water on my skin. I began to think I was floating in heaven because what the hell was that?

With me backed against the cold walls of Gilbert's bathroom, with streaks of cold water flowing down my body—from the crown of my head to the sole of my feet and a hot Adonis pressed against me, from the front—I could only wish the world ended right here. There possibly couldn't be any feeling that would be better than this. It felt like being sandwiched in a dough of freshly baked cookies, with chocolate ganache and chilled orange juice...

Fucking heavens.

He went down on both of his knees. Cupping my ass cheeks with both of his palms, he widened my leg from each other and attacked my center with the wet, nerve-racking thrust he sent into me with his tongue.

"f**k. Gilbert," I huffed. My hands found his hair, and as I began to pull on it. "Do not touch or hold any part of my body" the words barely found resonance in the air when he attacked my core again in full force. My mind was in disarray; I couldn’t think straight, everything was happening very fast. I couldn't wrap my mind around this magical occurrence and neither could I wrap my hands around Gilbert’s d**k.

I tried not to scream or hold his hair or touch him anywhere, but Gilbert wouldn’t let me touch him. Perhaps he was joking or being ridiculous, how could I not feel him when he drove me to such euphoric heights and I obviously needed an outlet to hold on to before I lost my bearing?

He added his fingers afterward. The fingers traumatized me to the point where my brain didn't remember a thing. "I can't hold on any longer. Please"

At the mention of those words, he got up from his position on the ground and attacked my lips forcefully. Our kiss was nothing close to lovely, tender, or passionate. His tongue attacked mine as though it was in search of a priceless jewel.

His fingers raked through my hair and squeezed my breast simultaneously. I couldn't even breathe fine. If this was what he meant by punishing me, then I'd gladly give anything to be punished like this again.

Just as my legs began to shake and my breath quickened— the moment I needed him the most, he detached his body entirely from mine, and I was propelled by the act of opening my eyes.

"Why... Why did you stop?" I whined

His eyes suddenly turned dark as he stood up. "That baby girl was your punishment!" He grabbed a body of bath lotion from its rack and turned to me.

"Get out!" He barked but I was sure I had heard wrong.

"Huh…?"

"You heard me, w***e….get the f**k out of my sight!"

Just what the hell did I do to piss him off again?