Forced By the Alpha (Sparkle Hollow Wolves #7)

Chapter 14 - Franco

Sienna’s words were everything I had been waiting to hear. I couldn’t tell what had changed her mind, but with her standing naked in front of me, I had lost all last vestiges of composure.

Part of me wondered if I was dreaming, but the flesh in my palm told me that this was real. Her firm breast was supple in my hand, and I gave it a tender squeeze. Her nipples hardened in response, and she took a shuddering breath of anticipation.

“Say it again,” I ordered.

“I want you,” she whispered.

She leaned forward and kissed me hesitantly. The dam of my restraint broke, and I held her body tightly against mine, moving my lips in motion with hers. She tasted like whiskey and sugar. Kissing her was like taking another shot—I felt myself becoming intoxicated from it.

I pulled her with me toward the bed, not breaking our kiss until our legs bumped up against the bed frame. When I released her, it was only to extricate myself from the clothes that separated us. As I removed them, Sienna’s fingers traced over my exposed skin. Each touch sent bolts of energy through me, encouraging me to move faster.

When I had finally removed my last bit of clothing, I wrapped one arm around her waist. Cradling her head with my other hand, I lowered her gently onto her back. She motioned like she was going to scoot away from me onto the bed, so I grasped her thighs tightly with both hands.

“No,” I growled. “Stay right where you are.”

I removed her underwear and placed my hands on her inner knees, edging her legs apart so that I could see her better. Sienna began to breathe heavily as I trailed my legs up her inner thighs and began to play with her.

Kneeling between her legs, I leaned down and gently kissed the path my hands had made until my nose reached the crease between her legs. My tongue moved deliberately across the surface of the opening. Sienna’s hands gripped the sheets as I licked her slowly, teasingly, until I finally reached inside.

“Yes, Franco,” she moaned in pleasure as her sweet taste enveloped my tastebuds. The honeysuckle dew of her wetness was erotic, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer before I needed to satiate my own desires and plunge my throbbing erection into her.

I wrapped my arm around the outside of her thigh so I could rub her clitoris with my thumb. Sienna moaned and arched her back as my pace intensified, tongue still moving in and out of her. Before she could orgasm, I pulled back and nibbled the inside of her thigh playfully. I wanted to feel her orgasm around my cock.

“Why did you stop?” Sienna panted.

“So that you know you’re mine,” I said.

I moved over her and placed the tip of my erection inside her. Sienna wiggled her hips, trying to bring me deeper inside her. A crease appeared between her perfect emerald eyes as her frustration increased.

“Please,” she begged.

I thrust my penis inside her at once, and we moaned as we became one. She was just as tight and wet as I had imagined. Pleasuring her with my tongue had brought its own enjoyment, but the feeling of being inside her was otherworldly. With each movement, I felt myself drawing closer to orgasm as the waves of pleasure flowed through us.

I counted each thrust in my head, focusing on her pleasure instead of giving in to my selfish desire to come inside her immediately. I wanted to spill my seed into her, claiming her most intimate self as mine. I wanted my scent to linger on her skin and in her body so that anyone who encountered her would know.

“Mine,” I repeated.

“Yours,” she agreed.

Sienna’s fingers dug into my back as she pulled me closer to her. I leaned in, placing my face near her neck so that I could breathe in the delicious scent of her sweat mixed with mine.

To my surprise, she began kissing my neck as my tempo increased. An orgasm rocked through her body, and she bit down on my shoulder to muffle her screams. The combination of her feral passion and her completion tipped me over the edge, and I felt myself shudder as I ejaculated.

I rolled onto my side, panting in exhaustion. Sienna rolled over to face me, and I wrapped her in my arms. Neither of us spoke a word as our breathing eventually slowed. We fell asleep, holding one another in an embrace.

***

When I woke up the next morning, the sun hadn’t yet peeked over the horizon. A dull light filtered through the bedroom window, allowing just enough light for me to see Sienna sleeping next to me. We were both still naked. The blanket had tangled around her, partially obscuring her body from view.

Her chest rose and fell with each breath, and my eyes focused on her breasts. Memories of last night filled my mind, exciting me with the possibility of a repeat performance this morning. Nothing had ever come close to the peace I felt when I was with her.

Sienna stretched, arching her back with her eyes still closed. The movement was almost identical to her position when she had orgasmed with me inside her. My erection stood at attention at the thought, and I couldn’t help but reach out to her.

“Good morning,” I said huskily.

She opened her eyes and smiled sleepily at me. Her hand reached up to brush my hair away from my forehead, and I closed my eyes at the tenderness of her touch.

“Morning,” she replied.

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

“Perfect,” she said with a smile.

“Do you feel any different? Has your magic changed?”

She looked thoughtful as she considered my question before shaking her head.

“I don’t think so,” she said regretfully. “I’m sorry.”

Surprisingly, I wasn’t upset that nothing had changed. There was no anger at all for the failure of her plan to break the curse.

“There’s no need to apologize,” I told her.

“Are you sure? I could make it up to you,” she teased, trailing her hand down my chest toward my pelvis.

“Mmmm, if you feel like you need to help me feel better, I guess I can’t stop you,” I flirted back.

I stretched out on my back while she continued exploring my skin with her hands and then her lips. Her kisses ranged from my lips to my collarbone to my stomach while I closed my eyes. I was in rapture at the feelings she created in me without even trying.

The buzzing of my phone on the bedside table broke me from my reverie. I opened my eyes to glance at the caller ID and saw it was Dylan.

“Hello?” I answered while Sienna continued her ministrations.

“We’ve got a problem, boss,” Dylan said. “Better get over here. Right away.”

His voice was controlled, but there was a hint of fear behind it. There weren’t many things that Dylan was afraid of.

“What is it?” I demanded.

“We’ve got a visitor.”

I hung up the phone and reached for Sienna’s cheek as she kissed my chest. “We need to go,” I told her.

***

The Crescent Shield pack’s alpha, Colson, was standing at the bridge between the town of Preston and the territory claimed by the Forsaken Shadows pack. He was flanked by two wolves on either side of him. Their arms were crossed as they glared across the divide at my assembled wolves, who were on the defensive.

“How can I help you?” I asked the alpha politely.

“By leaving,” Colson replied tersely.

“I’m afraid we can’t do that,” I said, allowing the ice to creep back into my tone.

“It wasn’t a request,” Colson spat. “Our packs can’t continue like this, living so close to one another. The fight yesterday proved that.”

“If I remember correctly, that fight was started by your pack. Not ours.”

The enemy alpha bared his teeth at me, and a few snarls sounded from my pack in response. I held my hand out to quiet them. As much as I wanted to defend our right to live here, this wasn’t the place for another brawl. Not in the early morning hours so close to the human town.

“Your pack is feral. An abomination beyond anything I have witnessed before,” Colson said. “They will destroy this town someday. Your control over your pack is barely hanging on by a thread. Is this the legacy you want them to leave? The destruction of innocents?”

“I don’t see any ‘innocents’ here,” I pointed out. “If you keep spoiling for a fight, you’re going to get one. You continue to harass us, to no avail. We have won every skirmish between our packs. Leave us be.”

“For now,” Colson said, narrowing his eyes toward the wolves who continued to gather behind me. He was vastly outnumbered at the moment, and he knew it. He signaled for his men to follow him as he backed away from the bridge. “This isn’t over,” he warned.

We watched as the group departed, but I didn’t feel my usual satisfaction at winning an argument. In my heart, I knew that my pack deserved a stable home, but Colson’s words rang in my ears. We had killed plenty of innocents before. Try as we might, that trend didn’t look like it would end anytime soon.

“He’s right, Alpha,” Dylan said. “This isn’t over between us.”

“Tell everyone to stay home today,” I ordered. “If he came to see us, that means he’s planning something. Today isn’t the day to find out what that might be.”