Page 19 of The Alpha’s Promise (Alpha Doms #3)
Melissa watched as Cody emerged from the shower in the master suite, hair wet and tousled, the faded jeans and black t-shirt back on. Her pulse sped at the sight of him, so masculine and powerful.
It had been fascinating to watch him lead the pack meeting.
He filled them in on Colleen and her kids and told them he’d protect her if she asked for it.
His pack seemed less than enthusiastic, pointing out they knew nothing about her, and the very good possibility of a much larger pack coming for her.
Cody listened to their feedback, thanked each member who spoke, but maintained his decision, unless something new came to light.
He also filled them in on the details of Melissa’s situation and the pack protection she required.
No one spoke against it—probably still remembering Cody’s anger earlier—but from the dark looks many cast her, she understood protecting her wasn’t popular either.
After the pack meeting, the wolves had gone back out to run again. It was midnight now and Cody had only just returned a few minutes before. He hadn’t glanced her way when he entered—in wolf form—nor did he glance her way now as he padded out of the room.
She’d tried to sleep, but the eerie sound of the wolves howling outside made it impossible. That and the thought of her punishment. So she’d been standing at the window in one of Cody’s t-shirts and the panties he’d bought her at Walmart, staring out at nothing for the last hour.
Cody returned to the room, holding a coil of rope, which he dropped on the beautifully carved rustic dresser before turning and leaning against it.
“Come here.” There was dark promise in his look.
A shiver ran up her spine when she guessed what the rope was for.
Her pussy clenched. “Am I in trouble?” her words sounded smoky.
“Definitely.” He crooked a finger at her.
She stepped forward. She trusted him, especially after what happened in the bathroom.
In a swift movement, he picked her up by the waist and plunked her down on the dresser, inserting his body between her legs. He traced his thumb over her lower lip. His eyes were dark. “You disobeyed me today.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how much trouble it would cause for you.” She attempted to speak around the tight band closing her throat. “I just wanted a little fresh air and I didn’t think there was any danger of Rabago finding me here.”
He leaned his forehead against hers. “It offended the pack to find you on their private grounds. I should have explained that to you. I should have thought to bring you something to do and I should have warned the pack you were coming. I’m sorry.”
She drew in a breath, surprised at the apology. “Does that mean you’re not going to… um, exert your wolf dominance on me?”
The corners of his lips lifted. “Sorry, baby. I never promise a consequence without delivering.” He brushed a strand of hair back from her face, then burrowed his fingers into her thick mane, massaging her scalp.
She bit back a moan. God, she needed his touch. It seemed like the full moon affected her, too.
“Do you remember what I said would happen if you disobeyed me again?”
Yes. She remembered. “You said if I left the other house.”
He gripped her hair and tugged her head back, causing her to cry out, though it didn’t hurt that much. “How am I going to punish you, princess?” he growled.
She pressed her lips closed, refusing to answer.
His free hand came to grip her right breast and he leaned forward and bit her neck. “Say it,” he whispered. He had a particular talent for turning almost any moment between them sexual. As always, her body responded, nipples beading up, heat flaring in her core.
“A—” She cleared her froggy throat. “A spanking.”
“That’s right,” he purred, tongue flicking her earlobe. To her intense disappointment, he released her and stepped back. “Take off your clothes.”
She slid off the dresser and held his gaze as she pulled his soft oversized shirt over her head.
The low growling sound in his throat was all about her bare breasts, which he stared at with a hunger that renewed her confidence. He snaked one arm around her waist and yanked her against his body at the same time he pinched one of her nipples between his fingers, hard.
She gasped in pain and surprise.
“Okay, princess. I’ll make you a deal. If you bend over quietly and hold your position like a good girl, I will go easy on you.”
“And if I don’t?” she croaked.
His jean-clad cock pressed against her belly, hard and thick.
He slid his hand down from her waist to her ass and squeezed.
“If you can’t hold still, then I’m going to tie you up with that rope over there.
Because if I have to wrestle you, I will lose all control.
You’ll end up with my cock buried between your legs and my teeth in your shoulder.
Then you’d be stuck submitting to an alpha wolf for the rest of your life, and I don’t think either of us wants that. ”
The pleasure of his intense desire died with his last words.
He didn’t want to be mated to her.
Of course he didn’t. He didn’t love her. She was just a stuck-up, pain-in-the-ass human to him. They may have a physical attraction, but it ended there.
She shoved at his chest. “I would never let that happen.”
Cody grabbed her wrists and spun her around, holding them in the small of her back. “Rope it is.” Was there a tinge of glee in his voice?
A shiver ran down her spine.
He wound the rope around her wrists behind her, then led her to the bed. “Bend over, princess.” He smacked her ass.
She didn’t immediately obey, but he didn’t push her, maybe waiting for the consent implicit with her taking the position. She bent over and presented her ass to him.
With one hand pinning her in place, he took her panties down and delivered a couple sharp spanks.
It stung, but the sound of his groan distracted her. He sounded like he was in pain.
Good. It served him right. Let him suffer over the girl he didn’t want to mate but couldn’t keep his hands off.
He brought both hands to her ass and massaged her cheeks roughly, squeezing and opening her ass, then sliding his calloused palms down the backs of her legs and taking her panties off her ankles.
She moaned.
“Move and I’ll double your punishment.” His voice was smoke and velvet.
Her bottom clenched. She wanted more but also didn’t want to keep fighting him.
“Good girl.” With a stunning show of strength, he lifted her by the waist until she was on her knees on the bed. “I think I need you arranged a little differently.” He returned with the rope and tugged her left ankle wide, then secured it to the bedpost.
“What are you doing?”
He didn’t answer, but moved to her right leg, stretching it in the opposite direction and wrapping her ankle with tight coils of rope so that she lay on her belly with her legs spread-eagled.
“This is supposed to keep me safe?” she blustered. “You’ve just made it easy to do anything you want to me.”
As if to underscore her fear, she saw his eyes had turned pale blue as he stared at her with bald hunger.
“Shouldn’t you be the one tied up?”
“That’s not how it works.” His voice had deepened and the bulge in his pants revealed his intense interest. “I’m the dominant wolf, princess.”
But she was probably right. His vision had domed at the sight of her lying in such a provocative position, the pink heart of her sex exposed and spread wide, her juicy ass on display for his punishment. Lust rolled through in waves, making him dizzy.
But no. He had self-control. It was one of the many things he’d learned in the years since his father kicked him out of the pack. Drawing a deep breath, he rested one knee on the bed to get close enough and brought his hand down on one side of Melissa’s ass.
The sound she made was pure sex.
He delivered three sharp slaps.
She gasped and the muscles in her back stood out in cords. Beautiful. She was fucking gorgeous.
He spanked her some more, loving the way she clenched her cheeks together and squirmed over the pillows; but he’d tied her without any slack, so she went nowhere.
He stopped and rubbed her ass. “Good girl.” He continued, squeezing roughly, his lids going heavy with the pleasure of owning her sweet little ass.
She moaned. The scent of her arousal hit him like a drug, sending a wash of heat over his entire body. When she lifted her ass for more, he had to suck in his breath to keep from claiming her.
He wasn’t about to untie her, not when the sight of her fulfilled every erotic dream he’d ever had. He slapped her pussy.
“Cody,” she cried.
He slapped her pussy again, loving the wet kiss of moisture that came away on his fingers. Her arousal fueled his lust close to the breaking point.
He spanked down the inside of her left leg.
“Cody… Cody, please.”
He fucking loved it when she begged.
“What do you need, baby?” He slapped her pussy with the belt again.
She wriggled her upper body, the only part of her able to move. “Oh, my God, Cody, please.”
“Tell me.” He spanked her pussy again.
“You! I need you… inside me.”
The wolf in him roared and his vision domed. His jeans were down and off before he’d even taken a breath. Somehow, through the fog, he remembered to grab a condom from the bedside table.
Rip. Roll.
In the next second he’d buried himself, balls deep, without a thought to preparing her.
She gasped, her muscles tightening around him.
“Christ, did you just come?” His choked voice sounded far away.
“Yes,” she panted. “I’m good. Go on.”
He didn’t need any encouragement. With a surge, he rocked back and in. Her fucktastic ass was hot and soft underneath him, her channel so deliciously tight, wet, and warm.
She made the cutest little grunts every time he plowed into her, but they were pushing him over the edge.
He reached around and covered her mouth with his palm. “Hush, baby. Stop making those sweet little sounds or I will come unglued.”
She tongued his palm.
His teeth elongated.
No.