Page 20 of Forced Alpha Bride (Wolfshade Brides-for-Hire #3)

All the air seems to go out of the room as I stare at Winnie, trying to comprehend what she just said.

“What?” I ask, my voice caught in my throat.

“I said, chain me,” Winnie answers, holding up her hands and nodding towards the cuffs.

I look over slowly, seeing the chains in a pile on the floor where I left them earlier. When I took them off, I never intended to put them on her ever again.

So why is she asking me…?

“Winnie, are you sure?”

“Yes,” she nods, shaking her hands in my direction. “Please, do it!”

She looks so distraught. I want to hold her and soothe her. But she also has a fierceness about her, a glint in her eye that tells me if I touch her the wrong way, she could rip my throat out.

I’m scared of her.

The realization hits me like a stun gun to the base of my spine. I’ve never really been afraid of anyone in my life, but I have felt fear. And this is the most intensely I’ve ever felt it.

I’m afraid of what I might do to her… but I’m more afraid of what she’ll do to me.

I don’t think she’d hurt me physically, even if she attacked me. But already, a strong affection for her is building in my chest, as well as a deep, almost reverent respect.

“Damon!” she cries, lowering her head and holding up her hands. “Just do it—and take me, please!”

I don’t give myself time to think; I just grab the chains and lunge towards her. She doesn’t even flinch when I grab her wrists and snap the cuffs into place. Gathering the chain, I hook it so she has a little movement, but not much.

She raises her face to meet mine, and I look straight into her tear-filled eyes. I feel an overwhelming tenderness for her, but also a raging lust that threatens to tear me apart if I don’t fuck her soon.

“What do you want me to do?” I ask, holding back with every single ounce of my strength.

“Fuck me,” she murmurs. “I want you. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything. This feeling inside me—it’s eating me alive!”

“This feeling?” I ask, pulling on the chain to draw her forward while my other hand slides up her skirt. I press my fingers firmly into her skin, running up her thigh and stroking my thumb across the outer edges of her pussy.

She moans, writhing as she opens her legs. I yank the chain, holding her in place as I bury my fingers in her pussy, rubbing against her throbbing clit.

“This feeling?” I ask again. “Is this the feeling you can’t stand?”

“Yes!” she wails, going loose against the chains as she opens her legs even wider. “Make it better… make it all better!”

I let go of the chain and grab her ankles, pulling her towards me as I flip the skirt up and bury my face in her pussy. She squirms under me, gasping and crying out as I suck on her clit and punish her lower lips with my tongue.

I wait for the orgasm to rush through her, pinning her thighs to the floor as she thrashes against me. Her wails are the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard, and I lap deeper into her so she writhes and screams even more.

When she finally relaxes, I raise my head to see her with her hands covering her face. Her breath shudders in and out of her chest, and her knees are shaking.

“Feel better?” I ask.

Winnie shakes her head, taking her hands away from her face. “No,” she says very seriously. “I need your cock.”

I groan in both pleasure and pain as my cock pulses against the zipper of the tight pants. I feel the waistband tear as I pull them down, not even caring as I grab Winnie’s legs again and start sliding her towards me.

“Take your jacket off,” she whispers. “And your shirt. I want to see you.”

A ripple of pleasure swims through me as I rock back onto my knees to comply with her wishes. I’ve always known that girls like looking at me, but knowing that Winnie wants to see me—is getting turned on by looking at me—gives me a brand-new confidence.

I take the jacket off, opening my shirt slowly to roll it off my shoulders. Winnie watches with wide eyes, her tongue creeping to the edge of her mouth.

I put my hands on my hips and flex, watching her shudder with desire as she looks at me. I’m so fucking hard, I feel like my cock’s going to burst before I get it inside her, but I don’t dare interrupt her pleasure.

Her eyes trail down, widening as she looks at my cock. Her hands jerk in the cuffs, making the chain clank, and she jumps.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

She just nods, her eyes widening to the point of fear.

“I can stop.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” she whispers.

Using the chain, I pull her towards me and kiss her lips softly. She moans, opening her mouth and letting me in, searching for my tongue with hers.

“Fuck me,” she whispers. “Please, do it now.”

I shove her back against the floor, holding her chains with my left hand. With my right, I reach between her legs, feeling her hot, slick folds as I guide my hips towards her.

The throbbing head of my hard, thick cock is pressed up against her wet opening, ready to pierce her when she suddenly whispers.

“Stop.”

“What is it?” I mumble, holding back with everything I’ve got.

“I can’t… I don’t want you to look at me. I’m scared that I’ll…”

“What are you scared of?” I ask, genuinely curious.

She stares up at me with her big, pale blue eyes, like quartz crystals shimmering in a tropical lake. She bites her lip a little and ducks her head.

“I’m shy… please. I don’t know what my face will look like, and I—”

“Winnie,” I say gently, “I assure you, your face is extremely, wonderfully beautiful at all times. Especially in the heat of passion.”

“Please,” she murmurs. “I can’t let go… I just can’t.”

I’m still for only a second before I lean back, pulling on the chain to bring her with me. I hear her gasp as I flip her, then push her down so she lands with her chest and hands on the couch, her knees on the floor.

Jesus fucking Christ. I am the luckiest man in the world.

I pull the pink skirt up, slowly revealing her curvy, plump butt. I rub the cheeks with the flat of my hand, pinching and squeezing before I give her a little slap.

Winnie moans, pressing her face down into the cushions as she swings her hips towards me. I’m almost gasping with need now as I run my hand up her thighs, feeling how drenched her pussy is.

I get in between her legs, holding her shoulder with one hand while I guide my cock in with the other. As my cock slowly slides into her hot, tight pussy, Winnie lets out a long, drawn-out moan.

Once I’m all the way in, I stay still for a moment, feeling her inner muscles clenching around me. She gasps, moaning into the cushions as we rock gently back and forth.

When I feel her relax, I grip her shoulders a little tighter, bracing my other hand on her hip. Then I start to move in slow, long strokes.

Winnie cries out, a sound of pleasure and surprise. I can feel her body trembling and spasming already, and I know I won’t last long.

She’s so fucking hot!

She braces her elbows against the couch, raising her manacled hands as if she’s praying so she can swing her hips even further towards me.

The last of my control shatters like a cheap mirror, and I ram her hard and fast, gripping her hips and shoulders to bend her to my will as I thrash her with my cock.

Through my own haze of pleasure, I can hear Winnie screaming, shouting my name, and cheering me on. Before my orgasm peaks, a soft moment of peace flows through me, a sense of stillness right before my climax explodes, and I shove my cock into her as hard as I can to blow deep inside her.

Winnie rocks back and forth on her knees, gasping softly as her body clenches around mine. I wait for the wave of dizziness to subside a little before I slowly pull out of her and wrap her in my arms, holding her against my chest as we collapse against the couch.

With light, quick movements, I unlock the manacles and let them fall to the floor.

“You’re not chained to me, Winnie, I promise you,” I whisper, not even really aware I’ve spoken.

“But I am, Damon,” she answers. “And I put the chains on myself.”

We curl up together, and her breathing quickly slows down as she falls into a deep sleep. I cradle her in my arms, feeling that terrible sense of fear again.

The idea that I could hurt this lovely woman is more terrifying than anything I could possibly imagine.

I tighten my arms around her, vowing to never let any harm come to her. My last thought as I fall asleep is that a brutal pack war is definitely not the place for Winnie—and I have to do something about it before anyone else gets hurt.

***

In the morning, we wake up together. Winnie seems very shy, but happy. When I ask about the night before, she grins, blushes, and looks away. I decide not to ask any questions, to just accept the fact that it looks like she enjoyed herself. If she had any problems, she would tell me.

We go straight out to the manor, which looks a little less like a war zone than it did the night before. I see Flint and Logan in the courtyard and hurry over to them.

“What’s the word?” I ask.

“Everything’s quiet,” Flint says. “I’m glad you’re here, because I’m ready to drop. It’s taken us all night, but everyone’s back home, and the area is being cleaned up.” He grimaces. “Boss, there were a few casualties, I’m sorry to say.”

“How many?”

“Found five in the rubble. Three injured in the hospital. Might be a few more yet.”

“Can we begin investigating?”

“No manpower left. Everyone’s done in. The elders are in the back courtyard, and they’re waiting for you. Please, give me at least six hours’ sleep before you call me back on duty.”

“No promises,” I reply, taking Winnie’s hand and heading out the back.

Regina and the others are sitting on the stone benches at the edge of the courtyard. The older woman looks up at me with naked fury.

“Where have you been?” she yells. “Your pack needs you, and you’re off resting? This is unacceptable—”

“Your alpha was injured,” Winnie says, stepping in front of me. “He had to have his wounds tended to. Then we had other important matters that took our full attention.”

“Like what?” Regina asks sourly.

“Like consummating the union,” Winnie states as she takes a step towards Regina. “Considering the circumstances, I decided it was the most important business to address.”

Winnie glances over her shoulder at me. I just tilt my head to her, grinning.

Go get her, babe. You’re doing just fine.

Regina stares at us, her cheeks beginning to color.

I’ve never seen the old bitch so animated.

“That’s… good,” she finally says. “Good that your position is now secure. It means you’ll be able to go up against Valentine Creek and finally destroy them.”

“No,” I answer. “We aren’t going to war.”

“Damon,” Mitchell says, getting up and coming over to us. “I understand, I really do. You feel like they are part of you because your father came from there. But did you know him?”

“No,” I answer.

“Did you live there at all?”

“No.”

“Then I think you need to consider the possibility that we know more than you,” he says. “We have been in conflict with Valentine Creek for generations. We know what we’re talking about, and a good leader would take this into account.”

“My uncle was from Valentine Creek,” I tell him. “He raised me after my mother died. Did you know that?”

“No,” Mitchell says, his face blank.

“He told me a lot of things about the feud. Things maybe you don’t even know.”

“A mad old man living in the middle of the woods,” Regina scoffs. “You’re really going to take his word?”

“Regina,” I say, turning to her as she strides towards me. “Don’t push. The town has taken a hit. A lot of people are mourning, and we need to rebuild—”

“What we need is to attack!” she yells. “We need to finish them off, once and for all, before they can come at us again.”

“Even if I wanted to do that,” I answer, controlling my anger with difficulty, “there’s no one left to send out. Everyone has been on duty all night, and I’ve told them to rest. We can send scouts out in a couple of hours at best.”

Regina shudders as if I just struck her and takes a few steps back. “I trust you’ll organize a time to debrief and reassess,” she says. “I want full communication, and I expect action to be taken by the end of today.”

Looks like Flint might not get his six-hour nap.

“It will be done,” I say, looking around at the elders. Their expressions of deep sadness move me. Even Regina’s anger has an effect on me. Suddenly, I don’t feel so sure about my intended course of action.

I wanted to walk into Valentine Creek and offer peace… but what if they really did do this? I’d be betraying everyone. My friends, my pack, and Winnie.