An Unexpected Alpha

The Bridge

The jeep sputtered and moaned as she tried the ignition again. A feeling of dread engulfed her. She could sense them approaching long before she could smell them. ... Ben and Charlie.

"It's jammed"

Ben: "I can see that; what I didn't see was you at the rendezvous point" he growled.

"Where is my brother?" Lena stammered. Sounding more nervous than she intended.

Charlie: "Relax doll, I'm sure he is probably waiting for you at the warehouse as we speak."

Lies! His smug demeanor wreaked of deceit. Charlie was no fool. But he was sly. He was a fox after all and Ben's greed had led him right into the henhouse. She never understood her brothers affiliation with this crowd in the first place. She'd have been long gone by now if she hadn't promised her uncle she'd keep him close.

"I usually meet him here, I'd rather wait."

"I see" Charlie moves in close and reaches through the window to stroke her smooth skin. His hand lingering at her cheek, his thumb plucking her bottom lip to grab her chin tightly, turning her to look deep into his dark beatty eyes.

"I'm going to need you to get out of the car now." As his hand went to her neck. Caressing her racing pulse his breathing heavied.

He released his grip so she could exit the vehicle. Following close behind her as she went to the back hatch to retrieve her bags. Grabbing her hips from behind, he wrapped one arm around to grab her inner thigh. Making his way up her sweater with the other hand. His bulging package pushing into her lower back. Pulsating. The man was a giant. 6'4" 300 lbs, his thick white hair in a clean low pony tail. His beard perfectly trim. A stark contrast to the unkempt landscaping covering his chest and abdomen and even his back.

Ben's aura was of pure hatred and arousal as he stood back and watched, as if this humiliation somehow empowered him. Lena had been clear she had no intention to mate with an arctic fox regardless of his attraction to her, royal stature, or age. The fox kingdom had fallen years ago, and they'd been dwindling in numbers ever since, running arms and doing surveylance for the C.O.S. (The Clan of the Shifters) What could possibly be in it for Ben to force her family to pick a side in His war? Why was it so important that she be with Charlie? She had once trusted Ben. He had saved Adam from the hunters and given them refuge in the city. But she never belonged here.

Her train of thought shattered as she felt herself picked up and lunged into the back of the jeep. Charlie's claws gently slicing her sweater off. His warm tongue now caressing her lower back. Her body flashed with heat and desire. She had no feeling for this beastly man but his embrace rocked her to the very core. She writhed and wriggled and instinctively began to adjust to the doggy style position.

"Not on the bridge doll"

He scooped her up as if carrying a newborn and began to walk down the cliff to the cave under the bridge. When Ben's voice echoed through the chambers. She will never forget those chilling words.

"She belongs to you now. Consider us even."

She wanted to resist, to say something, anything. Instead she gasped as he pushed her against the cavern wall and tore the remaining shreds of her sweater away. She slipped out of her tank top and jeans quickly, not wanting them destroyed as well. Her voluptuous body flushed almost as pink as her lingerie. Charlie growled impatiently as he tore them off, exposing her in all her glory. He pulled her hair down from her bun, her soft curls and waves landing on her shoulders. Her eyes beginning to glow. He pushed away, slowly undoing his belt, undoing his zipper even more slowly... his gaze piercing her, as if memorizing every inch of her body. It was if she was frozen in anticipation. This was not the reassuring Charlie she new. His beast was calling, she could feel it laughing at her. Lusting for her. Before she new it she was in his arms with her legs wrapped around him. Her back against the cold wall. He entered her suddenly and brutally. The pain was excruciating but her juices poured over him which only energized him more. She could feel herself going limp as she faded away into darkness.

She blinked twice and saw the most beautiful angel in the world. She knew her from her dreams. She was crying. Again. Her long chestnut hair shielding her slight naked frame as she cowered by a tree. Then the howling began. As if crushing her skull from the inside out. Her mind about to explode as much as her orgasm.

She gasped for breath. Trying to catch her bearings. She was still in the cave. He was sill inside her, although now on his knees as she staddled his lap. His huge hands lifting her up and then forcibly back down. She tensed with the pain. He smiled slyly.

"Relax, it will get better. I won't make you take all of me tonight. You are my doll now. Let daddy play"

He laid her on her back. Pulling her legs up and draping them over his shoulders. Her ankles on either side of his neck as he plunged into her again. His thumb tweaking her rose bud with each plunge. Why had she denied him so long. The howling in her head subsided with each gush of sweetness. She squealed in euphoria as she began shaking uncontrollably. She expected him to finish with her but he abruptly stopped and went outside. Calling back over his shoulder...

"Put your clothes on now. We are not alone"

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