The Alpha's Virgin Possession

“Are you a virgin?” he asked.

Glancing down at the floor, Clara stayed quiet. Clara didn’t know why she didn’t tell him the truth. For once, she wanted to keep a little part of herself to herself. She wasn’t going to tell him the truth yet. Being a virgin within a pack wasn’t something to boast about. During the full moon of a female’s eighteenth birthday, many women lost their innocence. The men would surround them, take what they wanted, and come morning they’d be full women in every sense of the word.

No man had gone near her on her eighteenth or nineteenth birthday. When all the pack were f**king, she’d scampered away to be alone and mourn what she could never have. Some of the pack females enjoyed teasing her and taunting her lack of love life. Shaking her head to clear the horrid images from her mind, she looked up at him.

“You’re not going to tell me?” he asked.

“No, why should I?”

Stop fighting, you idiot. He can do anything he wants with you.

He intrigued her. Nick was a mystery. She’d never heard about him before. Most outlaws were discussed in great detail amongst packs, but she couldn’t fit his circumstances with the name of any outlawed wolves.

“We’re going to play this game, I see.”

“It’s not a game. I don’t have to tell you anything.” She was terrified and couldn’t stop the words from spilling out of her mouth. The grip in her hair tightened pulling her head back, exposing her neck. Stop goading him.

“No. I’m an expert in getting what I want, Clara. I’ll have you begging for me to f**k you by the next full moon.”

“How dare—”

She didn’t get to finish her statement when his lips smashed down on hers, cutting off any angry protest she wanted to start with him. Outraged by the kiss, she opened her mouth, getting ready to push him away with her fists, and he took advantage, plundering her mouth with his tongue.

Pressing her palms to his chest, Clara had every intention of pushing him away when his free hand curved around her ass. She’d never been touched in such a passionate way before. There was no control over her responses. Her ni**les budded against her shirt as her pu**y melted. The wetness seeped into her panties. She was mortified at her response to him. The man who bought her shouldn’t be getting this kind of response from her. In that moment she hated herself and her body for being so weak.

He held her tightly. She felt the evidence of his happiness pressing against her stomach. His tongue stroked her lips before sliding inside, meeting with his own.

She had every intention of pushing him away from her. With his hands and tongue exploring her body, she couldn’t bring herself to push him away. Her body felt odd, different with his touch.

Nick pulled away first, smiling. “See, I can smell how wet your pu**y is, baby. You want me, and I’m going to find out soon if you’re a virgin. Don’t worry, I can wait.” He put his hands between her thighs, cupping the evidence of her need.

Swatting his hand away, she glared, hoping he’d stop tormenting her. “You’re a hateful man.”

“No, I’m not. I’m a man who knows what he wants and goes after it without thought.” He claimed her lips once again, showing her who was boss. “Don’t think to hide or fight me. You’ll lose.”

He stormed out of the room in the next breath.

Lips tingling, br**sts tight, and a heat between her legs that made her feel like she was burning alive, she turned away from the door. No, she refused to let the man who bought her like she was some kind of possession affect her. She wrapped her arms around her body, trying to hold onto some kind of sanity.

You like him.

She shook her head. There was no way she could like him. He was a monster who’d bought her. She opened two doors discovering the en-suite bathroom. Entering the room, she turned on the shower before removing her clothes. Being bought didn’t mean she couldn’t be clean.

Standing under the hot water, she ran a hand down her na**d body feeling his touch once again.

Her ni**les were rock hard even with the warm water. Nick Long, he was going to get under her skin and infuriate her. He was used to getting what he wanted while she was used to being ignored. Their circumstances were completely the opposite and scared her.

The unknown always scared her. The men and women in the pack took great satisfaction in ignoring her apart from ridiculing and mocking her. Wiping a hand over her face, she let out a breath. Her life had changed in a blink of an eye.

After she finished washing, she wrapped the large white towel around her body then headed toward the mirror. She wiped away the steam and checked out the red sores around her neck. They would disappear soon, but they irritated her.

She ran her fingers over the red line, gritting her teeth.

You’re away. You’re free.

Clara wasn’t free. She was at the mercy of a man she didn’t know. Was Nick hiding some horrid secret? Why was he outlawed?

None of the answers she wanted would come to her through her reflection. Letting out a frustrated growl, she left the bedroom.

Coming up short, she saw an oversized shirt resting on the bed. The shirt hadn’t been there when she left the room. She checked the door before standing before the bed. Clara couldn’t help but be touched. He’d left her a shirt to wear.

Drying her body, she quickly put the large shirt over her head, smelling him instantly. She was shocked the fabric fit over her large body. Smiling, she climbed into bed and settled down. Maybe he wasn’t so awful after all.

Chapter Three

Nick left the shirt, but he didn’t leave without looking at her lush body first. He found her na**d in the shower with eyes closed looking up at the shower jet. Her body was so full and round, she made him ache with need to possess her. She’d take the f**king he so wanted to give her.

He left the bathroom before she scented him close by. The smell from the bath soaps along with the noise of the shower would stop her from hearing him. Nick closed all the doors so she wouldn’t know he’d been in apart from the nightshirt.

Sitting down on the edge of his bed, he ran a hand down his face. His c**k was rock hard and showed no signs of diminishing even though he wanted it to. There was no female close enough apart from Clara to f**k.

The game was set. She would fight him at every turn, but he felt the need inside her body. In no time at all she’d be begging him for more, and he intended to give her everything.

Removing his clothes, he didn’t bother with a shower. He changed into a robe then left his room to check through the whole house. No one ever bothered him out here. His security was tight, the electrical systems top of the range.