Chapter 4 Chosen

A curvy woman like me was never supposed to be mated to such a cut and chiseled alpha. All the girls from high school made sure I knew I'd end up alone or with a lone wolf, never accepting the fact that I was different from them and from the other skinny girls in our pack.

And part of me stupidly believed those rumors, even after we had graduated and gotten on with our lives. Their words haunted me every single time I looked in the mirror, no matter how much I tried to love all my imperfections, all those stretch marks, and all that extra weight on my stomach.

But as fate would have it, I was mated to the sexiest, most ruthless alpha in this part of the forest. Nobody dared to mention the name of the tattooed, pierced, cruel man or else there would be consequences.

Terrible consequences.

Yet here I was, alone in his bedroom, with one of his tattooed hands around my throat and the other between my legs, thrusting his fingers into my wet pussy.

"Tell me what she said to you," he said, biting down on my lower lip and thrusting his pierced tongue into my mouth for me to suck. "Tell me fucking everything that you've been told about your body. Tell me how you don't fucking love it, so I know how long I need to keep you here, touching, loving, worshipping every fucking inch of you until you do."

My heart raced, and I ... I parted my lips, not knowing how to respond. All I wanted earlier was to get a drink at the pub. I didn't think I'd see those bullies again. I didn't think that he'd come barreling into the bar, looking for trouble and finding me-his mate-instead. And I sure as hell didn't think that I'd make it back to his pack house, half-naked and sopping wet at the thought of him being inside of me.

"Please," I whispered, grasping his wrist for him to stop because I was about to come undone already but secretly loving every moment of this pleasure. "It's okay. I don't mind," I said, knowing that if I told him all my truths, he'd lose it.

He was the cruelest alpha here; he had done murderous things to so many different people.

Bullies were bullies, but I didn't want them to die. Maybe I did just a little but not in the ways that he would kill them. He'd torture them for hours upon hours, and I didn't want anyone to feel that way. Maybe I was too nice.

"You know who I am, don't you?" he asked, fingers still furiously pumping into me. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and let it go with a pop.

"Yes," I breathed, my legs starting to shake in pleasure.

"Say my name."

"I can't," I whispered. I had never spoken it a day in my life.

Saying his name was forbidden in my pack. People were punished for it ... because everyone thought that speaking the devil alpha's name would summon him.

"Say it," he said.

"Alpha ..."

"Alpha?"

"Stone," I said, my voice just above a whisper.

"And you know I don't fucking allow that kind of shit to happen to anyone I care about, don't you?"

His fingers curled around my G-spot, and I grasped his muscular shoulder through his tight gray sweater, my legs shaking uncontrollably. "I know ... oh Goddess, please don't stop."

He massaged my G-spot with his two fingers as his thumb worked its magic over my clit.

"I'm going to take care of them," he said, flicking his finger right over my clit and making me come for him.

Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through my body, and I leaned back on the bed, trying to ride out my orgasm.

He stood up, stuck his fingers in his mouth, and groaned. "Get on the bed," he said, voice husky.

I raised my brows and scrambled further up onto the mattress, my heart nearly pounding out of my chest. Moon Goddess ... what had I gotten myself into? I should've stayed home.

He walked to the headboard and picked up a piece of black rope tied to the bottom of it.

My eyes widened, and I went to pull myself away. "I'm not going to leave while you're gone. I promise."

He chuckled. "Oh, this isn't to keep you here," he said, tying it around my wrist. "If you left, I'd follow that pretty little scent of yours and drag you back to me. I've been waiting ages for you. You're not getting away."

"Then ... why are you tying me up?" I whispered.

After tying my wrists and ankles each to a bedpost and blindfolding me, he crawled on top of me, his breath on my neck, right where it ached for his mark. "I'll be back," he said, not answering me, but instead slipping something small and smooth into my tight panties.

"Where are you going?" I asked, tugging on the restraints and staring into the dark blindfold. I felt so exposed, being here, almost naked, felt like this was all some sick joke. How could my mate be the most feared alpha around, and how the hell could he want me?

He walked away. "To take care of those assholes who were fucking with you."

And before the door closed, that small and smooth thing between my legs began vibrating right against my clit, making me jump in surprise. I listened to the door closed and tried hard not to make a sound, but the vibrations were more intense than any toy I'd used before on myself.

The pressure rose in my core, and I squeezed my eyes shut, begging myself to breathe evenly. Yet the pleasure was already rushing through every single piece of my body, making me feel things that I shouldn't feel the first day I met my mate.

Pleasure rushed through me, hitting me hard and making me come. I pulled on the restraints, unable to deal with the heat between my legs, and tried to shift around to displace it. But the vibrations kept coming.

I must've lain in that bed for at least an hour, trying to hold off the orgasms with thoughts about how the hell I got here. But those racing thoughts didn't get rid of the coming orgasms.

When the door opened again, there was complete silence. Then, I heard that low, sinister chuckle that sent both shivers down my spine and made me clench and ache in all the right places.

"Look at you," he said, walking into the room. He hooked a finger into my underwear, pulled gently, and let it slap against my hip. "How many times have you come without my permission?" he asked, pulling the vibrator out of my panties and tossing it.

I knew he was close, but I didn't know where.

Suddenly, he slapped a hand down on my clit, and I gasped, pressure building up in my core.

"How many times?" When I didn't answer him, he slapped my pussy again, pulled apart my folds, and tasted me himself, his tongue ring flicking against my sensitive and swollen clit. "How many fucking times?"

"Three," I whispered, pulling on the restraints. My mind was telling me that I really shouldn't be here because he was batshit crazy ... but my wolf and I wanted to be devoured by our mate. "What'd you do to them?" I asked before I could stop myself.

His pierced tongue flicked out against my clit again, hitting me exactly where I needed it, and I moaned out loud, pleasure rushing to my core. He pushed a finger into me and pumped it in and out of me slowly.

"All you need to know is that I took care of them for you, baby." He pulled the blindfold off me and finally let me see him.

Lying between my legs, he stared up at me with those dark brown eyes that almost looked black from this angle. One hand was sprawled over my stomach, gripping and tugging on it gently.

"No more questions," he said, resting my thighs on his muscular, tattooed shoulders. Every muscle in his abdomen was flexed hard as he pumped his fingers into me over and over again. "Lie back and be a good girl for me."

He flicked his tongue over and over against my clit, his tongue ring rubbing against it and making me clench even harder. I squirmed under him, my hips moving from side to side as he continued to eat my pussy until I was about to come again.

But just as I was about to, he stopped, slapped my clit, and stared down at me with those cold yet devouring eyes. After crawling off the bed, he undid the rope around my ankles and started to unbuckle his belt, pulling it off and tossing it onto the bed next to me. I watched him tug each button off and push down his pants, leaving him just in his tight gray briefs.

He was hard, his huge cock pressing against the thin material. I swallowed, feeling the heat warm my core, and bit my lip. Goddess, he was going to be inside of me tonight. Alpha Stone would be filling me with his thick cock, pounding into me, loving me.

Once he pushed down his briefs, he wrapped his hand around his cock and walked over to me, climbing onto the bed and rubbing the head of his pierced cock on my lips. "Get the head wet for me, baby."

He thrust a couple inches of himself into my mouth, and I wrapped my lips around his head, my tongue flicking out against his cock ring.

He groaned against me, his hands laced into my hair. "Fuuuck," he said, reaching between my legs and fingering my pussy again as I sucked him off.

All I could hear were the wet sounds coming from me that were meant for him.

"I'm going to fuck you so fucking good, baby," he said, pushing his cock a bit deeper down my throat. "Make sure that you know I love every single inch of you." When my pussy tightened around his fingers, he smirked.

"Please," I tried to say, but he only pushed himself deeper until he was almost hitting the back of my throat and making me gag. I stared up into his dark eyes, taking in those tattoos that covered his body and that tongue ring that I could see just past his parted lips.

He pulled himself out of my throat, stuck his wet fingers into my mouth, and said, "Suck my fingers like a good fucking girl."

Willingly, I stuck his fingers into my mouth to suck off my juices. He grasped his cock, stroking it roughly, and crawled between my legs, letting the head of him brush against my entrance.

He left sloppy, wet kisses from my breasts to my neck, and when he reached my throat, he paused and let his canines brush against my soft spot. "Mine. You're fucking mine. Nobody else touches you. Nobody else looks at you. Nobody fucking bullies you again." He grasped my chin roughly in his hand and forced me to look into those dark eyes. "Tell me that you understand, baby."

My heart pounded as I stared at those long, vicious canines, my wolf just waiting for them to be inside of me. He pressed the head of his dick against my entrance.

When I didn't answer, he growled, "Tell me."

"I understand," I whispered.

And then he thrust his long, hard cock right inside me. Inch by inch, he pushed himself into me until he was balls deep. "Stuffed full," he groaned into my ear. "Your pussy feels so fucking good."

I clenched around him and moaned out loud, arching my back, the pressure rising in my core so damn quickly. I had never been with a man like him, never been with someone who wanted me to know just how much more I deserved and would defend me without even knowing me.

"I'm going to come," I whispered, squeezing my eyes closed.

He sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, the metal from his tongue ring flicking out against the hard bud, and pounded harder into me. My legs started to shake, but I kept my feet planted on the mattress.

He tugged on my nipple and let it go, his teeth biting hard into it. I squirmed in his hold, unable to stay still as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me.

After a few moments, he stilled inside of me and groaned against my ear. I relaxed against his body and closed my eyes, the pleasure making my legs tingle in delight.

"Mine," he growled against my lips. "You're mine now."