The Captain's Challenge: Alpha Werewolf Erotica (Smut-Shorties Book 10) (3 page)

His claws raked along the underside of Jacob’s belly, and the smaller Wolf cried with pain. Blood splattered over the expensive carpet, showering Jace’s arm and ruining his clothes. Jacob landed, badly. He whipped around, spotting Jace and managing a snarl as he snapped at his opponent’s leg. His teeth didn’t connect. Instead, Jace, not even bothering to shift, kicked him hard in the face.

Jacob staggered to the side, then his eyes rolled back in his head, and he collapsed in a heap of fur and blood.

Stunned silence filled the room.

“Was that it?” Alex Kingwood exclaimed, shock on his face. “If I’d known it would be that easy, I’d have challenged the asshole months ago.”

“Easy or not,” Veyr interrupted, striding forwards. “Challenge was given, and accepted… And by my reckoning, Jace Trenton won the fight. Which means—”

Alex folded his arms. “Ah, but challenge fights are to the death.”

He looked down at the still furry form of Jacob McCauley. The fact he hadn’t changed back to his human form was telling. His injury was obviously a mortal one or near enough. “Although I have to admit, it doesn’t seem like he is long for this world.”

Veyr cocked an eyebrow in question as he looked at Jace. For a fighter to not finish his opponent was the worst form of indignity. A mortal insult. It said the defeated Wolf wasn’t worth bothering with.

Jace shrugged. “Let nature take its course.”

“Very well,” Veyr turned back to the rest of the court. “Then I present to you, the new Alpha of the McCauley pack… Jace Trenton!”

Vanessa’s relief was so profound her knees almost went out from under her. Jacob wasn’t dead, yet, but even if he recovered from the injuries he’d sustained, he would never again attain a position of power.

“Well then,” said the Minister a little too brightly. “Now that that’s done, I believe we have a mating ceremony to conclude.”

“Indeed,” said Jace, his eyes meeting Vanessa’s for the first time. The expression in them made her shiver. “However, as alpha of the McCauley pack I have decided to revoke my permission for the mating of Vanessa McCauley and Veyr, Master of the City. Instead, I ask the lady to be
my
mate instead.”

This time the gasp that went round the court was one of shock and anticipation. No doubt they expected Veyr to now challenge Jace for the right to her hand, only she knew that would not happen. Somehow, her smart-ass brother, with all his plots and schemes, had been outmaneuvered.

Reaching out, she slid her hand into Jace’s larger one and smiled. “I thought you’d never ask.”

***

They were mated. Jace Trenton was her mate.

An hour later, Jace took her hand and led her from the reception hall. Jacob had been removed on Veyr’s orders and taken somewhere for his injuries to be treated. The McCauley pack seemed to have accepted the change in leadership without complaint.

Their mating ceremony had been short and sweet, but as the Minister had said, the words were not what was important. What was important was the look in Jace’s eyes as he took her hand and led her from the room. Iron control, barely-restrained desire, and perhaps something more… She hoped something more, but many a mating had started from a small flame to grow into love. And theirs was not a small flame, but rather an inferno.

No one stopped them, but there were a few ribald comments and winks that made her blush as they left. Silence fell between them, their footsteps muffled by the carpet as he led them back through the corridors to his quarters.

Her heart sped up, breathing ragged as he pushed open the door and ushered her inside. Her legs shook as she stood in the middle of the carpet. Nerves assaulted her as she turned to glance over her shoulder and found Jace watching her.

Was this what he wanted? Or was he annoyed to be shackled to her, offering to mate her to free Veyr from the web Jacob had woven? Perhaps their nights together had just been a fling for him, something fun, nothing serious… She took a step forward, but he stopped her with an upraised hand.

“No, stay there,” he ordered. “I want to remember you just like that... I want to remember how beautiful you looked on the day we mated.”

She swallowed, her throat dry. Heat rose in her cheeks, but she met his eyes. “Remember? In a good way remember?”

His gaze met hers, comprehension dawning in his eyes. “You don’t know? I challenged for you, and you doubt my feelings?”

He strode forwards, reaching out to drive his hand into the hair at the nape of her neck. She couldn’t help the small moan that escaped her as his lips crashed down on hers. The kiss at the mating ceremony had been brief and functional, a mere brush that hadn’t allowed her any insight into his feelings. Now though, she felt it all.

His kiss laced with desperation, his lips were hard over hers. Thorough. Demanding. As though he was determined to memorize the shape and taste of her lips before she was snatched from his grasp again. Her body softened against his, yielding to the harder planes of his muscled form. A whimper in the back of her throat, she lifted her hands to slide them across his shoulders and bury her fingers in the short strands of his hair. Opening herself wide to him, she held nothing back. Gave him— her mate— everything she had to give.

Then it was as if a dam burst and his control shattered. He lifted his head to look down at her, the bright ring of amber around his eyes dueling the darkness within. She shivered, held captive by the look, and he groaned.

“Don’t look at me like that sweetheart, because otherwise this isn’t gonna last long.”

She didn’t care, his desperation infecting her. She needed this. Needed him. Needed to know that the nightmare was over. But she couldn’t put that into words, so instead she lifted up on her toes, and pressed her lips to his. An offering. A supplication. An invitation.

He stood still for a moment, his body rigid and then he moved. A squeak escaped her as he scooped her up and strode to the bed. She landed on the soft surface on her back, but he was already over her. That big, hard body pressing her into the mattress and holding her captive. His hands joined in on the action, capturing her wrists and holding them above her head in an iron cage made from his fingers.

She gasped in delight and surprise, but almost instantly the sound was swallowed up as his mouth covered hers again. His tongue slid deep, past her lips, to explore the silken cavern within. The deep groan rumbled through his chest, shivering against her skin where they touched, and at the same moment a hard knee parted her legs. His free hand swept down and grabbed the skirt of her dress to yank it up. The sound of tearing fabric filled the air, and she realized he’d torn her panties away.

Cooler air washed against her exposed pussy lips, and her body clenched. She didn’t get time for anything else because his fingers were already there, parting her lips and smoothing the slick evidence of her arousal over the heated flesh.

She groaned and wrapped her tongue around his as his talented fingers found her clit. Round and round, over and back, he touched and teased her. Little gestures, almost whisper soft, alternated with harder rubs until she moaned and rocked her hips against his hand.

He didn’t let up with his kiss either, using his tongue to tease and torment her. To tempt her into playing with him. No, not to tempt. Instead, he ordered… demanded…her response. She gave it, sliding her tongue to follow his back into his mouth, and his hand moved. Two strong fingers penetrated her, sliding deep into her needy pussy. She lost concentration for a moment, her eyes rolling into the back of her head in pleasure, but he wasn’t done yet. Curling his fingers back, he pressed against her g-spot. Pressing and rubbing ruthlessly. Her head fell back and she bit her lip as he brought his thumb into play over her clit.

Hard pleasure hit her, a conflagration of need and ecstasy all wrapped up in emotion. He was here, finally, and they didn’t need to hide anymore. They had this… Would always have this, from this day forward.

He pressed hard inside, adding a rub over her clit and she cried out as pleasure shattered through her, over her, within her. Her cunt clenched, gripping his fingers tight as she came all over them. Rumbles of approval, soft words of love and affection filled her ear as he kissed along her neck, but she couldn’t make them out.

The sound of ripping fabric reached her ears again. Then his knee parted her wider and she felt him settle between her thighs. The broad head of his cock pressed against the entrance to her pussy. She opened her eyes to find him looking down at her, his own filled with indescribable emotion.

He pushed forward, nostrils flaring, and breached her. She sucked in a breath. No matter how many times they were together, the feeling of his thick cock sliding into her tight pussy always did it for her. He was so wide, it felt almost as if she would tear, but she knew she wouldn’t. She could take him, take every thick, wide inch and beg for more.

He groaned and pulled back a little before thrusting forwards again. In and out, back and forward, push and retreat… He worked himself inside her with short, hard movements until he was fully seated and they were both breathing heavily.

Once there, he looked down at her. Behind the white-hot fires of desire in his eyes lurked concern. If she hadn’t already lost her heart to him, she would have in that instant. Her gentle nod was enough. With a growl, he pulled back almost entirely out of her, then thrust back in so powerfully the headboard of the bed slammed against the wall behind.

The pace he set was hard and fast, and she loved it. When he released her wrists, she wrapped her arms around him and lifted her legs to wrap them around his trim hips. Rocking her hips, she urged him onwards. Faster. Harder. She gave up everything she had to please him.

As complete as her surrender was, it was also self-centered. The faster he moved, the slicker the passage of his cock in her cunt became. He pressed against her, inside her, in ways that made her toes curl and the tension in her core tighten. With each hard thrust, he sent her higher until she could almost just let go and fly.

He moved to slide his arm under her neck, supporting and cradling her as he drove deep within. A deep sense of safety and security pervaded every cell in her body. She felt protected and loved. But then safety was forgotten in favor of reaching higher, pushing deeper and tightening further.

Whimpering, she clenched around him. His growl turned into a groan and his cock pulsed within her. In retaliation, he added a roll at the end of each stroke, catching and pressing her clit between them each and every time. She lost the ability to think, operating on sheer need and instinct. Her nails dug into his shoulders, and the scent of blood—his blood—blossomed on the air.

Her body tightened around him again and his strokes became uncoordinated. She hovered on the edge of the abyss, her breathing ragged. Below her, pleasure writhed and coiled in and over itself. Just one more touch, one more thrust, and she would go over.

Opening her mouth, she tried to tell him, but the words caught in her throat. It didn’t matter because he was already moving. He slammed into her, his lips hot on her throat, and the next second he struck.

Sharp teeth sank into her shoulder, not hard, but enough to mark. Sensation exploded through her, the pain of the bite and the feeling of his cock in her tipping her over the edge. The Mating Bite.

She cried out, his name maybe, straining against him as her climax ripped through her. Every touch, every stroke, every sensation written in ecstasy. He pulled back, disengaging from her shoulder to roar his own release. His cock jerked and pulsed within her, feeding her pleasure in doubling it back onto him when her cunt clenched around him. Milked him as he bathed her inner walls with his white-hot seed.

He collapsed over her, but even so he didn’t crush her, bracing himself over her. Holding him close, her gentle fingertips stroked the hair at the nape of his neck as they both came down from the ultimate high. The feeling of his tongue against the already-healing wound on her shoulder made her smile, a smile still on her face as he pulled back to look down at her.

“Hello, Captain… Or should I call you Alpha now?”

The ghost of a smile whispered over his lips. “Call me what you like… the only title I care about is being Lord of your heart. I love you, always have. Now you’re mine.”

Hope blossomed and she reached up to brush her fingertips over his cheek. “I’ve loved you from the first moment you tied me up.”

His grin became calculated, the heat in his eyes almost blistering, and within her his cock stirred. “In that case… I think a re-enactment is in order. Don’t you?”

The End

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