Filed To Story: Alpha's Regret: His Wrongful Rejection
“I’ll be quick.” It’s the best I can promise, but again, it doesn’t soothe her. She rocks, curling her shoulders forward as if to protect herself.
I don’t know what to do. I crouch, my cock pointing due north like a flagpole. I still tower over her, but I can’t make myself smaller, not in any way that’d make a difference.
I show her my throat, angling my gaze toward her knees. They’re pretty. I don’t know why. They’re smooth and round, but really no different than most female’s knees. But still. I like the look of them.
We sit in silence for a long time while the sun fades and the breeze grows brisker, picking off leaves from the top of the pile and flicking them along the ground. Every so often, I sneak a glance at her face. She’s lovely, but she’s also bright red. Like a beefsteak tomato. Her eyes are vague and wild, like she’s eaten full moon mushrooms.
Finally, her breathing speeds and shallows, and the pitch of her whine changes, dropping deeper with more of her wolf coming through. Her rocking becomes less frantic, more intentional. She grinds her pussy against her heel.
“Let me make you feel better,” I say, careful to keep my voice calm and even. My wolf is smart enough to keep his trap shut. The last thing either of us wants is to frighten her now.
She groans, and finally—finally—she reaches for me. She falls forward, her small hands landing on my chest. She doesn’t weigh much, average for a female, I guess, but nothing a male my size can’t handle. I press her hand to my heart. It’s warm. And perfect.
She whimpers and blood rushes to my cock.
“Please,” she whines.
I help her turn and settle herself on her forearms, and without me saying anything, she lifts her ass into the air and sidles her knees apart.
Fuck.
I can see everything now.
Her pussy is watermelon pink, and the inner flaps are kind of frilled like a tulip bud. Her slick is the dew. Her little clit is popped from its hood, swollen and shiny. It even looks needy.
She works her knees further apart and arches her back, moaning low in her throat, urging me on. I shuffle forward on my knees.
Her hole is really small, and when I spread her lips with my fingers, I see it’s not fully open. It’s kind of divided by a thin strip of skin. That’s got to be her maidenhead. Why the hell do they call it a head? It’s more like a seal.
What am I going to do with it?
I stroke her ass and rumble while I consider my next move. I don’t want her to feel neglected or worried that I don’t know what to do. Neither Lelia nor Diantha were virgins when they invited me to bed down with them. What do I know about maidenheads? They’ve got a dumb name. That’s it.
If it were me, I’d want it gone quickly. Rip the bandage right off. But I’m male, and I’m not skittish like Annie. Whatever I do, I better give her fair warning.
She raises her hips and rocks into my hand, growling her impatience. Yeah. Her heat is on her. She’s ready.
I trail my fingers along her folds. I don’t need to spread her slick around. She’s already soaked. I slip my index finger into her hole and watch as the strip of flesh stretches to accommodate me. She snarls and bucks, trying to fuck herself with my finger. She likes it. Good, good.
My heart thuds in my chest. I’m fucking terrified. I can’t afford to hurt her too much. Not when she doesn’t know yet that I can care for her. She could decide she only wants me for heat, and that’d kill me.
I stroke her curving spine with my free hand. I can feel each vertebra. She’s so delicate. Definitely like a young doe, gentle and wary and sweet.
Regret claws at my heart. Her bare knees are in the dirt, and when she comes back to her senses, they’ll probably be rubbed raw from digging into the hard ground with only a layer of dried leaves for a cushion. She’ll be angry, and she’ll have every right to be. I’m the one who chose to wait here for her to go into heat. I should have taken her home to the dens.
“I have quilts at home,” I murmur as I work her with my finger. “A half dozen of them at least, and a snug den with a good pallet, and a nice oak barrel for bathing.”
She groans, grinding against my hand. I slip another finger inside her. She’s slippery and spongy, and I want to feel her gripping my cock so fucking bad, but the maidenhead has to be dealt with first, and I haven’t figured it out yet.
“Do you like elk?” I ask her, finding her little swollen pearl and circling it with my thumb. “We’ve got a herd up by the camp. I’ll bring you a nice fat cow.”
She moans, and her thighs quiver. She’s about to come. I hope she forgives me for what I’ve got to do next.
“You won’t even have to skin it. I’ll do everything,” I promise her. “This next part might hurt, but don’t be scared. It’ll be quick.” I give her time to complain, but she only grinds harder, so I slide another finger into her and scissor them, breaking that thin band of flesh.
She shrieks, bucking her hips, and then she groans again, loud and long, as her pussy squeezes my fingers. She’s coming. Holy shit. My chest lightens. I’m doing okay.
“You’re so pretty. Be easy.” I hush her, running my palms down her back. Her skin is as soft as a baby rabbit’s belly. I grab her waist and line my cock up with her plump, rosy slit. “I’m going to fuck you now,” I warn her, giving her another second in case she wants to tell me to wait.
Thank Fate, she drops her head to the ground, raises her hips, and says, “Do it.”
My heart soars. I sink into her, and it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt. I wish I could stop time and live here, in this moment, with my mate’s pussy gripping my cock as the power of her wolf’s growls makes her ass vibrate against my thighs.
This isn’t for me, though. This is so that she knows I can give her what she needs. I focus. I want to feel her come again.
Her channel doesn’t give easy and strangles my cock. If she weren’t so wet, I’d have to fight to get inside.
“So sweet,” I mumble, doing everything I can to keep myself from shooting my seed inside her. I tense my abs and clench my ass and think about Max’s gray pubes and his limp, saggy dick while he squats at the fire to stir the embers. Still, the base of my spine begins to tingle.
No. It’s too soon.
That dead moose we found floating in the pond.
Spoiled milk.
Latrine duty.
“Shit. I’m going to come, Annie.” No. Scratch that. I’m already coming. My cum explodes from my cock with so much force behind it that if my knot weren’t already swelling, I would’ve unseated myself. As it is, my knot swells with blood so quickly that I get a head rush.
Annie grows very, very still. We’re in a weird position. I’m bent over her, propping myself up on one hand so I don’t put weight on her. I don’t know what to do with my other hand.
I clear my throat. “Are you, uh, are you comfortable?”
She doesn’t answer. She’s trembling. Shit. She’s probably freezing cold, naked and sweaty outside in the middle of November.
I can do better than this. “I’m going to sit us up, okay?”
Again, she doesn’t answer, but she doesn’t protest when I wrap an arm around her waist and lift her as I sit back on my heels. She’s cradled on my lap now. Well, it’s more like she’s stuck to my lap, nailed in place by my dick, but at least she’s upright, and I can wrap my arms around her.
She’s stiff as a board, and she’s shaking so hard her teeth clatter. I lean us both to the side so I can pluck her shirt from the scattered leaves. As soon as it’s in reach, she snatches it from my hand.
I try to help her out by leaning back so she can get it on, but with the knot fusing us together, I can only give her so much room. She elbows me in the kidney as she shoves an arm into a sleeve.
I grunt, and she freezes. The insides of her thighs quiver helplessly against the outsides of mine like her muscles are about to give out. She’s exhausted.
She needs water. Why didn’t I bring any? I’m an idiot.
I rest my chin on her shoulder and rumble in her ear, breathing through my mouth so the fresh burst of her fear scent isn’t quite as bad.
“Everything will be okay,” I promise her. “The knot will go down soon, and I’ll get you something to drink, and then we’ll go to my den. You can sleep as long as you want, and I’ll throw a few elk steaks on the fire, and you can take all the time you want to make your nest.”
She doesn’t react. She just shakes, fear rolling off her in waves.
How do I make it stop?
“I know where I can get chocolate.” It’ll cost me, but Diantha has a stash, and she’ll probably trade me for a nice shank steak. I hope I can get an elk so late in the season. The more I run my mouth, the more I’ve got riding on this bull I haven’t even bagged yet.
Annie doesn’t answer. She must be worn out. I stop running my mouth and focus on holding her and soaking in the amazing feeling of my knot pulsing against her warm, spongy walls.
As time ticks by, I become aware of the bond in my chest. It’s a strange sensation that burns more than I thought it would, but I probably just need to get accustomed to it. Max never mentions his. He doesn’t seem to notice it at all except when he wants to check and make sure that Elspeth is close to the dens. Then, he’ll give it a yank and grunt when he’s reassured that she’s where she always is.
I can’t wait to take Annie home and fuck her again when there aren’t so many worries buzzing around in my brain. If her wolf has enough stamina, we can make it to the camp by tomorrow evening, and we can do this as many times as we want, in a warm, safe nest.
Inside.
I’ll feed her, and I’ll show her off to the worthy males, and I’ll find some excuse to fight a few of the unworthy ones, so she knows that I’m the strongest in the pack.
Maybe there is a pup taking root in her now. Warmth spreads through my chest. I don’t care that I’m kneeling in the dirt far from home, freezing cold and baring my naked ass to anyone in Quarry Pack who happens along. This is everything I’ve ever dreamed of.
Too soon, my knot slips free. Cooling seed seeps out of Annie’s pussy and drips onto my thighs. I sigh. I don’t want to let her go, but we need to go.
I open my mouth to say so.
She heaves herself away from me, scrabbles onto her back, and crab crawls out of the nest, scattering leaves in her wake.