The Alpha's Virgin Possession

Going into his security room he checked the cameras and made sure the codes were all in place before locking the front door at the press of a button.

He tried not to think about the kiss or the feel of her lush body pressed against his own. Blocking all the thoughts from his mind, he headed back upstairs, pausing outside of her room. There was no sound coming from behind the door. He half expected her to come out, cursing and shouting at his audacity to enter the room.

Turning the knob, he opened the door to find her curled up in the center of the bed. He entered the room, closing the door behind him. She didn’t make any move. From the sound of her breathing she was in a deep sleep.

Leaning down, he stroked her cheek, hearing her sigh and roll over. Unable to resist holding her, he climbed in beside her, lifting up the cover. She didn’t wake up. Clara must be exhausted not to wake up at the slightest movement.

If anyone tried to get into bed with him, he’d be up like a shot. Years of being an alpha had cemented his own protection.

He eased down then touched her arm. Again, she didn’t wake at all. Frowning, he hated her lack of response.

Why? You could come here every night, and she wouldn’t wake up to push you away.

Smiling at the sudden fun he could have, Nick wrapped his arms around her. She muttered something but curled up against him. Her hand rested underneath her chin. Staring down into her lovely face, he stroked the length of her red hair. The color looked like fire against the lilac pillow. He wondered what it would look like spread across his lap as she took his c**k deep into her mouth.

The kiss they shared had been hot, fiery, and set his pulse ablaze with the feel of her against him. When she gave into him, their passion would be epic. There was no other word he could think of to describe their few precious minutes together. Pushing the blanket down, he saw she wore the shirt he gave. So, she would take gifts from him, providing he left them for her and gave her little choice but to accept them. The shirt he’d given her was one he wore late at night when he worked at home. It looked good on her.

From the size, he saw he was bigger than she was in a lot of ways. Running his fingers down her arm, he heard her sigh again. Her response to his kiss had to be a sure sign she was a virgin. There was no way a woman used to the attention would feel that way.

Buying a woman online had left a bitter taste in his mouth. Many times he looked at the price of a pack female wondering how many packs had given up wolves for money. When he’d controlled a pack, he had never put any of his pack members up for auction. Each person was to be cared for, loved. Selling them to some stranger would have incurred his wrath, and he’d have taken care of them. It had been well over ten years since he was in control of a pack, so things must have changed since he was last in charge.

Pushing the nasty thoughts out of his mind, he thought only about how wonderful Clara felt against him.

When she lifted a leg to rest near his cock, he almost lost control. The full moon was far off, but he didn’t need the full moon to turn into his wolf form. He stared at the harsh red mark around her neck, thinking about the silver curse in his flesh. She had no right to be cast out, but he knew it was because of her weight.

Plenty of pack females were thin, slender, anorexic looking because of their fast metabolism. Some packs looked down on a woman with curves. He was not one of them. In fact, if he’d not been outlawed and had still been an alpha of a pack, he’d have taken a fancy to Clara regardless.

Her curves, her smell, drove him insane. From the moment she climbed out of the car, he’d been intrigued by her.

Kissing her forehead, he saw how vulnerable she was. Anyone could have hurt her in the old pack. He was never going to send her back home.

For Clara, her future would be filled by him, and he’d give her everything her heart desired.

Relaxing beside her, Nick closed his eyes waiting for sleep to claim him. He wrapped his arms around his new possession, happy and settled for the first time in his life.

If his parents could see him now, they’d be so happy for him. Clara was a fine female to call his own.

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Waking up, Clara groaned against the reality of her situation. The sudden smell of Nick had her jerking awake, rubbing at her eyes. Glancing around the room, she expected to find him lurking, ready to pounce at any time. Going to her knees, she looked left and right then down at her body.

The smell had to have come from the shirt she was wearing. There was no sign of the man in the bedroom she slept in. Climbing off the bed, she looked around, finding no more clothes. Her own were filthy, and she wasn’t wearing them.

Heading to the bathroom, she sorted through her morning routine of going to the toilet, washing her hands, then brushing her teeth to combing through her hair. She left the length to fall around her shoulders. Clara usually bound the length up to keep it out of her way.

Blowing out a breath, she grabbed a robe and walked downstairs. The sun was shining brightly through the kitchen. The double doors were wide open. She heard Nick arguing with someone. Stepping closer, she found him on the phone, yelling and pacing the patio.

Looking past his shoulders, she saw a table laden with food and drink. Her stomach growled. He jerked at the noise, staring right at her.

“I’ve got to go. Be ready for my call within the hour or it’s your f**king job.” He growled the last word into the phone then hung up.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Come outside. Breakfast is served.”

Checking to make sure the robe was closed, she walked outside. The heat hit her, wishing she left the robe and had clothes in place of it.

“No one can see us. Take the robe off. You’re going to sweat and start to stink badly,” he said, taking a seat.

She watched him lift a large glass to his lips. How did he make drinking look so erotic? Fidgeting with the belt, she glanced at him seeing the smile on his lips. He was teasing her, testing her. She took the seat opposite him, and when he couldn’t see her legs, she removed the robe.

His lips twitched, clearly happy with her.

“I may not be able to see your thighs, but I’ve got a clear view of those ni**les, baby. You’re turned on or cold, I wonder?”

“It’s a little chilly,” she said, hating him.

“I imagine you are.” He sipped some more juice smiling at her.

Linking her fingers together, she stared at him, waiting.

“Eat, Clara. This food is yours as much as it is mine.”

Gazing over the table she was shocked by how much was available. There were two piles of pancakes, breakfast cereal in many varieties, toast, butter, jam, and fruit.