The Alpha's Challenge (The Wolfes Kinfoyle) [Siren Publishing Classic) Read online

  “Yes, Sir, but not uninterested. Well not now.”

  He bit the soft flesh of her neck, and sucked hard. Ari shut her eyes and swayed with the intensity of the sensations that bombarded her.

  “Another step forwards?”

  “One,” he said. “Soon, I hope to mark you as mine, Ari. Soon.” She saw the tiny drop of blood on his canines before he ran his tongue over the teeth and shut his mouth. What did he mean? Surely she was his?

  “With my hand, my bite, and my oath.”

  “Anything else?” She had to ask. In that uncanny way of his, even though she hadn’t actually thought of the words and him in the same moment, Jacob understood.

  “The floggers are in the cupboard with my other hand equipment.”

  Her skin tingled and her cheeks heated. Jacob smiled. “That excited you. The ropes are for shibari and swinging, and that”—he pointed to what looked like the sort of table a masseur would use—”that is for waxing and scribing.” He stretched down and ran his finger across her wet slit and into her even wetter pussy hole. “You like these ideas, pet, don’t you.” It wasn’t a question.

  “My pet wants it all. Such a pity we need to go slow, because I think my pet would take everything I gave her.”

  Jacob put one hand around her waist and led her to the double-level benches.

  “Will you let me start? Let me spank your ass? Redden your skin and leave my handprint as our first mark?”

  There was only one thing she could say. Excitement and arousal danced over her skin and into her body. The pulse at the base of her pussy throbbed in much the same way it did when she climaxed, and she was darned sure she was as wet as she was on those occasions.

  “Yes please, Sir.”

  He helped her kneel on one bench and adjusted the other one so she leant over it, before he showed her the chain and manacles. “I’m not untying your hands because I love to see them like that. But I’m tethering you so you don’t fall. Status, pet?”

  “Still wolf.”

  “Ah that’s my lovely pet.” He crooned the words as he spread her legs and fastened them as well. “Oh such a beautiful sight. Would you like to see?” He tilted a set of mirrors so she could see her bare ass, no longer with the tiny strip of lace disappearing between her buttocks. “Now, pet. Let me show you how beautiful this will make us both feel.”

  He brought his hand down firmly on one ass cheek.

  Ari was thankful she was fastened or she’d have hit the roof. Whoever on earth thought that was pleasure needed their head examined. It bloody hurt. She swallowed and bit her lip, determined not to cry, or shout her safe word. Jacob wanted this and she wanted Jacob. So she’d take another one…

  Or two…

  He smacked each cheek three times in quick succession and rubbed and stroked the sensitive skin between each strike. Ari still wouldn’t say it was pleasure, and it still hurt like Hades, but…

  “You submit so beautifully, pet. Look in the mirror, watch me, feel with me. Count for me. Three more on each side. Just three.”

  She could take that.

  “O…one.”

  This time the sting was more intense, her eyes clouded over and she couldn’t see clearly. The following spanks were harder and harder… and she flew. Now she knew what the words “pleasure pain” really meant. All that mattered was that harsh stroke and the stings and tingles that raced through her. Her mind focused only on Jacob, his soft words and his firm hand.

  It could have been sixty strokes, not six. She had no idea, and she didn’t much care. She was his.

  Chapter Eight

  To watch his sub, his pet, and his future mate fly for him was such a turn-on that Jacob knew once they made love he’d not last long. Under any other circumstances he would jack off and give himself some relief and thus the ability to last longer. Not this time though. Time was passing and he was impatient now to finish the job he’d started and claim his mate. He stroked her ass, and Ari sighed.

  “S’nice. Wan’ more.”

  “Not yet. You need to recover. I’m going to unfasten you now. Stay still and let me do all the work.”

  “’Kay…”

  She sounded more than half asleep. Her reaction to his touch was more than he’d thought possible. Incredibly receptive, and ready to submit. Had she realized she was a natural submissive? Whatever. Now that she knew and he knew, surely things could progress at a reasonably fast pace? Jacob unfastened her shackles and ties and lifted her into his arms. A nice cuddle in the subbie chair, and then a chat. He sat on the soft seat and settled Ari on his lap before he wrapped a blanket round her and she snuggled in and winced.

  “A bit ouchy. Did you give me your handprint?”

  Jacob laughed. “A bit ouchy? I thought I was better than that. Yes, pet, I gave you my handprint, although it won’t last long this time.”

  “Why not?” Ari sounded genuinely interested. “I thought you wanted to mark me.”

  “I do, I did, and I will again. But you’re new to this, and well…” He was sure his face was the colour her ass had been. “I didn’t want to scare you away.”

  Her lips were warm and soft on his neck.

  “No chance of that. I want all of you and to be yours. You’re a lovely man, Jacob Wolfe, and I suspect a brilliant leader as well. Thank you for my introduction to your lifestyle. So, when can I learn some more?” She wriggled on his cock and Jacob’s wolf stirred. When she kissed him he reined in the urge to shift and take her with him.

  “Soon, I promise. However, first things first. Salve for your ass, food for your stomach, and my cock for your cunt. In that order.”

  “I’d prefer it back to front.” Her tummy rumbled and she sniggered. “Scratch that. In that order sounds good. What should I do?”

  He stood up and held her until he was sure she was steady on her feet. “Let’s get rid of the remains of that skirt.” The material would only get in the way. He drew it down her legs, mindful to keep the elastic waistband away from her surely sensitive ass cheeks. Ari held her hand out for it.

  “Don’t bin it. That’s going in my keepsake drawer.”

  He grinned as he passed it over and she put it on the chair seat. Only Ari would think of something like that.

  “Lie face down on the bed.” He pointed to the massage table. “I’ll rub some salve into your ass, and then we’ll go eat.”

  Ari did as he asked and wriggled until she was satisfied how she had positioned herself.

  “I bet this would make a great spanking bench, Sir.” Her voice was muffled by the cloth she rested on.

  “Probably, but not just now, no.” She reared up and he pressed her back onto the bed. “Ari, love, as much as I’d love to play more with you, I have two sets of protocol to follow here. Mine as a Dom, and the pack’s as their leader. And before you ask why or how, or tell me you’ve never read anything like that before, well why should you? I’m the leader of the Kinfoyle Pack and head of the house of Wolfe. We have our own way of doing things.” He took a jar of salve from the cupboard and began to smooth it over her ass. His handprints were still there, but fading rapidly. By the morning there wouldn’t even be any redness left to show how he began to make her his. Not for the first time, he cursed the ways of his people. Why did it have to take so much time? It wasn’t all “wham, bam, thank you mam, you’re now a wolf” as some stories made out. If he was honest, he was glad. What happened, if it happened, would be life-changing for both of them. Best to take it slowly, savour every second and know it was right, but it was hard when Ari was so receptive.

  Jacob smoothed the last of the salve across Ari’s buttocks and slid his finger up her crease. She lifted her bum.

  “Ah, it’s achy inside, and ouchy, Sir. Lots of achy and ouchy. Maybe you need to put salve there as well?”

  “Good try, but no.”

  “Bummer. Cum? Saliva?”

  “No and no. Nor anything else. Not yet.”

  “Does that mean I’m not your pet
any more, and you’re not my Sir?”

  Hell, he hoped not.

  “Not necessarily,” Jacob said slowly. “Do you want it outside of this room, Ari? Twenty-four-seven or only if I signal playtime?”

  “Twenty-four-seven.” She answered him without hesitation. “Unless at any point you say otherwise. Oh I don’t mean I won’t have a mind of my own, and I sure as hell need to work and stretch myself, but, Jacob, Sir, I can’t switch on and off like a light bulb. That’s not me. So it’s sort of ‘all’ or sort of ‘goodbye.’”

  “Then my pet, it’s sort of ‘all.’ Once we work out what that is. Okay.” He tapped her ass so the sting would be slight and short. “Food. Let’s raid the kitchen.”

  Ari looked at her unclothed bottom half. “I’m half naked.”

  “And you’ll soon be all naked, so what’s your problem? Unless it’s that time in your cycle or we have the wrong sort of visitors, you’ll always be naked at home with me.”

  “Ha, wrong time of the month will be three weeks out of four.” She blushed. “To be crude, I’ve got to get that part of me sorted, and it’s taking ages. I keep thinking the docs have cracked it and then, wham, oh no they haven’t.”

  “They won’t need to. It’s peculiar to the Kinfoyle pack, but you’ll see. Your body will change to accommodate our mating for reproduction and nothing else.”

  Her jaw dropped and she stared at him openmouthed. Then she shut it with a snap. “You mean I’ll only come on, er have a...” She stopped speaking and blushed. “Be fertile if we’re going to have kids? Cubs? Oh shit, er, offspring? Not have them? Never come on or what? Boy, am I confused.”

  Jacob nodded. “Don’t ask me the whys and wherefores because I don’t know. All I do know is our girls hit puberty as all girls do, but only if they meet their mate and they’re both ready to be responsible parents does the egg form. So bleeding only then occurs if something happens. Or should that be ‘nothing happens.’”

  “How do you know it’s time then?” Ari didn’t sound appalled or worried but genuinely interested.

  “A male who is mated just does.” He raised one shoulder and smiled. “I’ll set you up a meeting with the Specialist who looks after our mums-to-be.” He looked closely at her and saw the goose bumps that covered her skin. Being hot-blooded, he rarely noticed how chilly he kept the temperature, but she’d get used to it faster than ever now, and he liked seeing her nipples stand out. The sadist in him reacted.

  “Here.” Before she had a chance to realize what he was doing, Jacob pulled her sweater off her. “Let’s acclimatise you. Like this.” As he thought, her nipples were stiff, and he bent his head to lave them with his warm tongue before he nipped each one, and then bit the skin above her areolae. “Oh these tits feature in so many of my fantasies, pet.”

  “They do?”

  “Oh yes. Next bite is the big one,” he warned her and she tensed.

  “You’ll be ready for it, I promise.”

  Ari gave an exaggerated shiver. “Ouch. I’m cold.”

  “The kitchen is warm.”

  “I have goose bumps. You need to warm me up.” Ari pouted and fluttered her eyelashes.

  “I saw. I like them.”

  The gleam in her eyes showed him she was teasing him. He loved it.

  “Hmmm, my pussy will freeze closed.”

  “I’ll fuck your ass.”

  “Oh that’s frozen already. Oh and my nipples will fall off.”

  She did try. He’d give her that. “Renegotiating, Ari?”

  “Nope, not a chance. Just trying my luck. I won’t any more, Sir. I promise.”

  “I’m glad to hear it. Kitchen, now. You might not think you need sustenance, but I know I do.”

  Ari’s tummy rumbled once more and she put her hand over it. “I know I do, too. But it still feels weird going down there naked.”

  “You’ll get used to it.” He hoped she would anyway. It was something he craved, and intended to make non-negotiable in their dynamic. If they got that far. Whatever she said, Jacob wouldn’t believe it until everything was, in effect, signed, sealed, and bitten. Jacob stood back and waited until she preceded him out of the room and then followed. The sway of her ass had his wolf howling for permission to come out and play, and he beat it back. Now wasn’t the time to go against tradition.

  It didn’t take long to cook jacket potatoes in the microwave and crisp them up in the oven. Ari did as he asked and sat on a stool whilst Jacob prepared the simple meal. He noticed she wriggled on the chair and at one point, lifted her ass from it to settle gingerly down again. Jacob grinned. He’d chosen one with a woven cane seat on purpose. It would remind her of the spanking, and keep the heat in her ass cheeks for longer.

  “Food. Eat up.”

  “Good grief. There’s enough there to feed a family of four for a fortnight.”

  Jacob looked at the plate he’d passed her and laughed. He had overdone it somewhat. It was piled high with salad and spicy chicken, as well as the potato. “Wolf-sized, sorry. Eat what you can.” After he picked up the other and, he noted, even fuller plate, he sat down next to her and began to eat.

  It was a sign of how hungry they both were, he decided, that neither spoke for a full five minutes. Only then did Ari put her cutlery down—after eating a good three-quarters of what he’d plated—and sighed.

  “God, I needed that. Thank you. Er, what next? That’s the first two things from the agenda sorted.” She opened her eyes wide and fluttered her eyelashes. “Sir.”

  “I might say you sit on that chair for an hour.” Jacob stood and collected the plates and scraped the remains into the bin. “And then another hour. A fitting punishment for a bratty sub, don’t you agree?”

  “Um, I’d prefer it if you didn’t. My ass says the same thing.”

  “I bet.” Jacob turned around and looked at her perched on the chair with her legs closed oh so primly. “Open wide please.” He tapped her thighs. “No need to be coy with me, love. I’ve seen it, and had it all, and intend to do so all over again soon.”

  A red blush spread over her skin. “Oh god, I’m embarrassed here.”

  She opened her legs a couple of inches. Jacob increased the gap by the simple means of thrusting his knee into the space. “Why?”

  Ari dipped her head and mumbled something he couldn’t hear. Jacob tugged her hair hard until she lifted her head up to look at him. How he wished he could define the look in her eyes. Embarrassment, arousal, and something he couldn’t make out. Longing? He hoped so.

  “Speak clearly.”

  “I said I’m wet again, damn you.”

  He pinched the skin on the inside of her thigh, and she squeaked. “Ouch.”

  Jacob waggled his index finger and tapped her on the nose. “Liar. That’s the first thing you need to remember. Truth at all times. If it’s truly an ‘ouch’ then our relationship won’t work. I enjoy giving you pain. Good pain, refreshing pain. Pain to make you fly. If you say something that doesn’t even rate a sting is an ‘ouch,’ we’ve got problems.”

  “Ah.” Ari bit her lip, looked at his face, and stopped. “An ‘ouch’ in a surprised sort of way. Not a sore way. Oh lord I’m crap at this.”

  He put his finger over her mouth. “No, we need to define our own rules. But you’ll need to remember that once we have done, we stick by them. Come on. Let’s walk in the garden for a while. We can’t fuck on a full stomach. We might get indigestion, and a wolf with indigestion isn’t a pretty sight.” He grinned and let his canines show. “Or a happy one.”

  “And what would I need to do to calm that savage beast then?” Ari let him help her from the chair. He turned her back to him, and nuzzled her neck, revelling in the sexy moan she let slip.

  “Feed me in other ways. Let me put a butt plug in your ass and a vibrating bullet in your cunt maybe.”

  She gasped and her eyes dilated. It seemed that was an arousing thought.

  “Or, like this.” He slipped his hand between her thi
ghs and moved upwards to stroke her clit and pussy before he thrust two fingers inside her cunt. “You are wet, aren’t you, pet? I like that. I like it very much.”

  “And I’m still cold and naked.”

  “This will help.” He bit her neck and drew blood. The lovely metallic smell and taste filled his nostrils and his mouth. He drank it fast and sucked harder. Her whimper teased his sadistic side and he knew he couldn’t—wouldn’t—wait much longer.

  “Ah, fuck it.” She twisted on his hand so she faced him. It couldn’t have been easy, or without pain because his digits were still knuckle deep inside her cunt. “Tell me now,” Ari demanded. “What do you need from me to make me yours? Do you need this, Sir?” She stood on tip-toes and very carefully pulled up an inch of skin on his shoulder. Then as he watched curiously, she bit him. Hard. His body shook as she lapped at the blood she drew, and his cock went from resting to rock hard throbbing in three seconds flat, pushing at his jeans as if force of will could split the material and release it. If he hadn’t seen stars and felt himself shifting it probably would have. However, he had to rein in his wolf and finish what Ari had unwittingly—or not—started.

  “Is that what’s needed, Sir?”

  * * * *

  “No, fuck it. This is.”

  Jacob pushed her against the wall. Her teeth marks were visible on his skin, and his neck was smeared with blood.

  I did that? Oh shit. I hate the sight of blood, and as for the taste? Mega no. Except… “Your blood doesn’t taste like mine.” She blurted the words out without thinking. He grinned and she saw his fangs glint.

  “Yours will taste like mine very soon. It almost does.” He bent his head to her breast and bit down again. No preliminary sucking this time. He drew blood straight away, lifted his head, and put his mouth to hers.

  “Taste.” The word swirled into her mind, and she let him put his tongue onto hers. He was correct. The blood was sweeter now. She swallowed and felt his chuckle reverberate through her. His fingers still fucked her hard and she knew not only did her juices coat those busy digits but her pussy lips and thighs as well. Damn it, at this rate she’d need lady pads or something. It would be embarrassing to show her arousal to the world, and how on earth she could stop herself from staining any clothes she wore, Ari had no idea.