Claimed (Bound Mates #2)

Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

E very great pack has its stronghold. Castle Volk is one of the grandest in the world, an estate spanning thousands of acres of rolling forest and hills. I was born here, as was my father before me, and his father before him. Our lineage goes back centuries, and Anya will bear the next generation within the sanctuary of these walls.

From the moment she is carried over the threshold, she is enveloped in adoration. The pack has been concerned that I have not taken a mate. Since my early twenties, they have been urging me to find someone, but there is no way to hurry fate.

As a young alpha female, Anya has a gentle playfulness and a natural submission and grace that make her the object of much appreciation. I know how they feel. I am absolutely enamored of her, in the kind of love that happens quite literally once in a lifetime.

However, as time goes on, days turn into weeks, and the initial excitement of having a brand new alpha female in the pack starts to settle, even I notice that her happiness is not quite as complete as mine. I keep her by my side at all times, both because I am possessive of her, and because my need to protect her is intense.

I travel quite widely within Russia, because there are many satellite packs who are affiliated with our main pack, but not of our main pack. They take orders from me and engage in trade and other commercial activities. Anya comes to many of the meetings, especially the ones that take place in restaurants. She dresses up pretty, she makes sweet conversation, and I know her presence is appreciated by the compliments we both receive.

I notice that she is starting to become quite sulky around two months in, pouting as she changes between one black dress and another black dress.

I approach her, run my hands over her shoulders and fasten my teeth lightly on the side of her neck.

“What is wrong, my love?” I purr the question in her ear, expecting her to do the usual thing and tell me that there’s no problem.

To my surprise, she turns around and looks up at me.

“Do I have to go?”

“To dinner? Yes. Otherwise you’ll be hungry.”

She does not find my little joke amusing. The corners of her lips fall further.

“I don’t get a choice in any of this, do I? I’m going to live my entire life stuck in a gilded cage. I’m never going to make a decision again, am I? What I wear, where I go, what I do… it’s all going to be decided for me. Isn’t it!”

She’s cute when she’s throwing a tantrum. I watch the way her pretty face forms an adorable pout.

“You have certain duties that accompany your role here, Anya.”

“What if I don’t want certain duties? What if I want to do what I want?”

“None of us do what we want, Anya. There are responsibilities that come with our positions. You must face that.”

Anya

I didn’t graduate from college. I don’t belong in these meetings. Everybody is so nice and respectful to me, but as the days pass by it starts to feel like the walls are closing in. I don’t get to be me, Anya. I get to be the alpha’s mate, and nothing else. I know I am fortunate to be in this position, but it feels like I’ve become a shadow of myself. I know how to smile and be nice to people; I’ve always been able to fit in by making myself socially acceptable.

But I also think I’m going insane, just a little. I want to go out. I want to go be myself. I want to have friends like I used to have. Every time I think of friends, I am thrown back to the memory of those images the detective showed me.

It feels like death is following me at the moment, stalking behind me. First my mom, then my friends. I wasn’t as close to them as I was to her, obviously, but the existential threat feels very present.

“Fine,” I say. “I’m sorry. I know I’m supposed to…”

“Good girl,” he says, not bothering to listen to the rest of what I have to say. It doesn’t matter, does it? I am here to be fucked, bred, and to compliment the borscht.

Alexei’s teeth graze back along my neck, and his hands run down the sides of my body. I feel the chemistry crackling between us, the desire starting to tingle between my legs. He’s going to fuck me, I know it, and I’m not only going to let him, I’m going to love every single moment of it.

He takes the hem of the dress that I couldn’t decide whether to wear or not, and he pulls it up over my head, making me naked all over again. Sometimes I don’t know why I bother putting clothes on at all, his hunger for me is so intense.

“I don’t want you being moody,” he growls in my ear. “You’re my mate. You deserve to be happy, and you are being spoiled. Deeply. Aren’t you?”

Maybe I am being spoiled a little. I get everything I want within reason. The pack caters to my every whim. If I want new clothes, or entertainment, or any kind of toy or furnishing, I get it.

“Yes,” I admit.

“That’s right, you’re a spoiled little brat, aren’t you,” he says, his voice softly snarling as his hands run up and down my hips and thighs. “I like spoiling you. I like giving you everything you could ever want. But I don’t like this attitude you’re getting lately.”

He spanks my ass sharply, making me yelp. “What are you going to say, Anya?”

“Sorry?” I squeak the word experimentally.

“That’s right, sorry,” he says. “You should be grateful, Anya. I like spoiling you, but I don’t want you being spoiled.”

I look around the room we share. How could anybody not be spoiled in a place like this? The four-poster bed is just the beginning of the palatial surroundings. We are standing just outside a walk-in closet that is bigger than the lounge in the house my mom and I used to share.

This is a room for a princess, and how can a princess not be spoiled?

Alexei’s palm meets my ass, bringing me to my toes on the plush rug that covers the stone floor. Nearby, a fire crackles in a fireplace that is taller than I am. Everything in this room is supersized and makes me feel as though I am small—especially Alexei.

There are still some indications that he used to occupy this room alone. The minibar complete with dozens of crystal decanters filled with more kinds of liquor than I can name. A similar, but more elegant tray on the other side of the room contains perfumes for me. The truth is there’s more in this room alone than I can ever really use.

The room is lit by three chandeliers, all of which are beautiful. Perfectly shaped pieces of crystal refract light throughout the room. The light falls on paintings done by what I am sure are masters of their art lining the walls: landscapes, battle scenes, and wolves. There are many depictions of wolves, which I know represent our history.

The contents of this room are a trove of various treasures and treats, many of which I am sure I have yet to unearth. There is just too much here in Russia for me to enjoy. There are more clothes than I could ever wear, all of them made by designers. For a girl who wore jeans and t-shirts most of her life, with an occasional skirt when I wanted to be hot, this is a change of pace that I am still adjusting to.

I feel my body responding to his touch. Every time Alexei’s hands run over my curves, everything in me reacts.

“I am going to breed you, Anya,” he tells me. “I am going to fill your pussy and you are going to swell for me. You are going to bear the next generation of alphas in this pack, and it all starts with my cock between your sweet thighs.”

He lays me down on the bed and he kisses me thoroughly, all the way down between my breasts, my belly, my sex itself. His tongue is eager and able, and he uses it to great effect on my pussy, making me gasp as shivers of pleasure run through me.

This is what sex is supposed to be. Not that desperate rut on the plane. It’s supposed to be classy and romantic. There are supposed to be chandeliers and candles, and a massive, monstrous man with his head buried in my pussy, giving me some of the most delicious pleasure I have ever experienced.

He makes me come once, twice, three times in a row, his tongue working so agilely around my clit and lips I can’t hold back. By the time he relents after the third orgasm, I am shaking head to toe with climactic energy, and that is when he unleashes his cock, stripping himself down to expose his massive, muscled body to me.

Alexei is a stunningly handsome man. Dark hair curls across his powerful chest, and his torso and arms are thick with muscles. I think it’s a wolf thing. He is made like an alpha, an absolutely perfect specimen. His shoulders are powerful, his legs are long, every part of him was crafted by nature to be strong and impressive. His cock is rock fucking hard too. I spread my legs for him, giving him access to me. I want him to fuck me. It’s like being on the plane again. I want him to take me. I want him deep fucking inside me.

He smiles as he lowers himself down on top of me, his arms on either side of me. He kisses me, and I taste myself on his lips as his cock slides inside me. He stretches me, but in the best way. There’s no pain. There’s just pure pleasure and absolute physical reward.

Alexei’s hips roll against mine as he fucks me with passionate strokes. I know what he is doing; not just making love to me, he’s breeding me. He wants me to be his in every way. He wants my belly to be full of his baby.

I still barely know this man, but it feels as though I belong to him, and it feels as though I always have.

“You want my cum inside you, don’t you,” he questions me with pure desire, his voice thick with need.

I do. I want all of it. All of him. I want to feel his cock inside me, the thick knot at the base spreading me so fucking wide as he traps his cum inside me, ensuring that my bare cunt takes every single drop of it.

My sounds of affirmation make him fuck me harder, pushing my legs up against my shoulders, spreading me open, his cock spearing deep inside me as he puts me in this terribly lewd position. We are like two animals, he and I. We are beasts and we are fucking like it. I can hear the sounds of him fucking my pussy, the wetness that gives way every time his thick cock fills me deep and hard.

I feel my animal self howling along with my human mouth as I let out the most feral sounds of satisfaction. There’s no controlling it, or myself. I am an animal being bred roughly, and with an abundance of pleasure.

This isn’t romantic anymore. This is primal. He is ferocious and so fucking hot. His hands grasp mine, pulling them up over my head and pinning them down. He pins me in place and he fucks me as if I belong to him—because I do. My toes curl and my breath comes in rasping gasps as I get close to a fourth orgasm that I know will be accompanied by a very deep dose of his seed.

“Fuck, Anya,” he curses. “You’re fucking perfect.”

Those are the last words he can get out before he loses the ability to speak and devolves into animal grunts and growls. He presses me down, my ankles over his shoulders, and he pumps his cum into me, grinding his pubic bone against my clit and giving me that intense fourth fucking orgasm that makes my pussy draw his seed all the way in. I feel myself gripping him as we both tremble and grind in the heat of passion, and as his cock swells and that knot forms inside me, I know that I am well and truly bred.