“We’re so sorry to leave you like this,” Clarisse said, kissing her cheek.
Tears fell down her face at the tenderness from the other woman.
“Stay out of his way. Don’t allow him the chance to hurt you, please,” Victoria said. All she cared about was the protection of the people in her pack.
“I will. Take care and stay safe.” The three women scurried off leaving her to listen to the sounds of the night. Being a wolf gave her excellent hearing. She was able to hear danger coming miles away.
You can do this.
He doesn’t deserve your help.
The thought of defying Chain filled her with pleasure, but then the fear gripped her heart, flooding her body in panic. There was no way she could stop and tell the other alpha. Her only option was to lure the alpha out in the hope of being free from Chain and his all over domination.
Victoria didn’t know who Scorch was or what kind of leader he was to his pack. He was her mission, and she would lure him out for Chain.
Once her deed was done, she was getting the hell out of there while Chain was killing him. It was violent and against everything she believed in, but it was all she had to keep her head together.
****
Scorch, the alpha of the Fire pack, moaned as the woman took his c**k into her mouth. Lidia was so f**king sweet yet a f**king slut in the bedroom. She didn’t want to be part of any pack and only took her time with him in the bedroom. He failed to care about being used for sex. The last thing he wanted to do was use any of the females within his pack, especially when they expected him to take a mate. None of the women kept his attention. Lidia didn’t mean anything to him beside a good f**k and willing body.
“You like that, baby?” she asked, licking down his vein. He stayed silent, watching her take him back into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat. Up she went, circling the tip swallowing down his pr**cum. Scorch sank his fingers into her hair, and he growled out as his release started to take hold of him. Once she swallowed all of his cum, he gripped her hair, yanking her off his shaft.
He was still rock hard. Pressing her to the bed, he ploughed into her cunt, taking her hard. Lidia cried out. Her pleasure rang out around the room. He watched her full tits bounce with each thrust. Even as he f**ked her hard, Scorch couldn’t help but be a little bored. Lidia turned him on, but anything else failed to hit the mark. She was beautiful, independent, and a good lay, yet he couldn’t bring himself to think of anything more when it came to her. Lidia didn’t inspire anything inside him. There was no way he wanted to mate or have children with her.
Pounding away inside her, he felt his second orgasm start to build. Running his hand down her body, he caressed her clit. She splintered apart, and Scorch joined her, grunting out his cl**ax within her body. No child would come from their f**king. Wolves didn’t contract illnesses and were not susceptible to sexual diseases. He scented her cycle and knew it was also at a good time for sex without consequences.
Afterward, he pulled away, sitting against the bed as he looked over his room. He lived near the snowy mountains that were always cold all year around. Scorch preferred to be near the cold. If he needed the warmth he journeyed down to the rest of society for a month or two.
“Wow, I swear you getting f**king better every time we meet,” Lidia said, reaching for her cigarettes. He hated her smoking and refused to touch her if she had a smoke before sex.
Wrinkling his nose, he stood, heading to the stand that held his finest brandy. His family had all been in this bedroom before him. Each room within the old grounds held a great deal of history.
“Wish you wouldn’t f**king smoke,” he said, taking a large gulp of the dark liquid. He couldn’t get drunk no matter how much he drank. His wolf wouldn’t allow him the lack of control. Scorch was one with his large, black wolf and couldn’t find an argument for keeping in control.
“Baby, we’ve just f**ked, and now I need a smoke. Don’t start, or you’ll give me a motherfucking headache.”
For an educated lawyer, Lidia had a foul mouth.
“You’re in my house, my pack, and you’ll show me respect otherwise you can get your ass out of here,” he said.
“I know.” She blew out some smoke, crossing her legs.
Her body was fine, in the peak of health, yet he found himself no longer caring for another round. Staring out of the window he saw the sun coming up behind the forest trees. The snow glistened in the natural light taking his breath away. All of his life he had grown up seeing the same landscape, and he still hadn’t grown bored, not even at the age of forty-six years old.
Lidia moved up behind him, running her hands down to his flaccid cock. “I’m sticking around for the weekend this time. Do you want me to leave, or can I promise not to smoke and stay here with you?” she asked.
Her fingers stirred the arousal in his veins. It had been a month since he’d found pleasure inside her. One month of finding no other release but her.
“You can stay, but you’ll do as I ask. Otherwise you leave. I will not have any wolf trying to play the dominant over me. You’ll know your place, understood?”
“I understand. You’re the big bad wolf, and I’m merely your servant.”
Scorch chuckled. There was nothing else for him to do. She’d be gone by Monday, and he’d have to find some other way of spending his time. Staring at his reflection he saw his blue eyes staring back at him.
“How are things in the big city?” he asked, spinning around to look at her. She smiled up at him, wrapping her arms around his body.
“It’s a hell of a lot warmer there. I had to leave my car back at the lodge over fifty miles back and run all this way. Do you have any idea how annoying it is carrying a case in my mouth?” she asked.
“I’ve offered to bring you here, but you declined everything I suggested. I would gladly drive down, collect you, and take you back.” He didn’t understand why she constantly refused him.
“You’d do that for any member of your pack. I’m not just any member, Scorch. We’re f**k buddies, and I’ve got a life outside of this world.”
Staring at her, Scorch knew they were not exclusive. She always smelled of many men before she had a shower.
“Do you have someone waiting for you?” he asked.
“Not at the lodge but back home I do.”
“He’s insane to let you go wandering off.” Scorch moved away from her to pick up their discarded clothes. He wasn’t jealous, only curious.