He's an Alpha: She doesn't Care (Jennifer Francis) novel Chapter 39

CH 39

Jared

His eyes flickered open, and he found himself on the floor of a darkened room, his body tensed for a moment, and then he realized he wasn’t bound, and as he rolled over and onto his back, he recalled what happened. The memory hit him and so did the pain. He could feel a stinging sensation in his skin across

his eyes, nose and temples, a band of pain that stretched across his face, and then Creed was back with

him.

He looked about and realized he was in Wynta’s tiny apartment, and all the lights were out. Had she just

dragged him in here and left him on the floor? Didn’t she think about calling one of his unit to come and

get him?

He pushed himself up into a sitting position on the floor and looked about. She was there. He could not only smell her but see her asleep comfortably in her bed. He nearly snarled into the room. Was she so inconsiderate? She was curled around a pillow, and he’d had nothing but the hard floor underneath him.

His hand reached up to touch his face as he felt the tingling sensation of Creed starting to heal his face. He pushed up off the floor and stood, looked down at her sound asleep as if nothing had happened, and he leaned down and smacked her ass, one sharp whack with the back of his hand, that would sting but not be harmful, just enough to wake her up.

She gasped in fright and sat bolt upright as he reached out and turned the bedside lamp on. He could see her clearly in the dark, but she didn’t have wolfen sight. She was a little wide-eyed as she stared at him and then, to his dismay, she bit her lip, and he saw amusement filter into her expression, and then she just snorted. Pointing right at him and burst out laughing. “You still look like a raccoon.”

He stared at her for a moment and then turned and made his way to her bathroom to see what the damage actually was, snapping that light switch on, he stared at his reflection in the mirror, nearly horrified. A snarl did come from him now, and he closed his eyes against the image he saw. He had a dark irritated band of red blistered skin across his eyes. It wasn’t at all funny to him.

He took a moment to wash his face carefully with her soap, to get rid of any of the wolfsbane left on his skin to help with the healing process. Then stood and glared at the reflection, though with his skin washed clean he could see the healing was already happening much quicker than before. He dried his face off and made his way back out there to stare at her.

Only to have her cover her mouth and laugh once more. “It’s not funny.” He grated out.

“Hmm, you say that but… from my point of view, it’s very funny.” She snorted. “Even your own dad thought it was funny.” She told him. “Going to put that picture I sent him on the mantle.”

He was staring at her now, and he could feel his annoyance creeping into him. “I was trying to make sure you were safe, and you bloody attacked me.” he snapped.

“Oh, come on, I’m wolf-less like I can hurt you, as if I could bring down a mighty alpha blood all on my own.

“She bit her lips together as she sat there on her bed and looked up at him, fully amused by her own

words now.

His hand snapped out to get her, and she scrambled to get away from him. He was much faster than she was, and yanked that sheet down and grabbed her ankle to yank her towards him before she could get off the other side of her bed and her black nighty was gone up her body to expose her very nakedness to him

She wasn’t wearing any panties, she couldn’t kick out at him with her free foot, it was her injured leg, but he got a full view of her and a smirk touched his face, “Oh you think it’s funny do you, well I feel punishment is due.” He murmured and saw her eyes go very wide at the sudden drop of his voice to a huskier note, his implication wasn’t lost on her.

He yanked her right to the edge of the bed and smirked as he dropped down onto his knees even as she realized what he was going to do and squirmed to try and get away. His mouth was on her core, his hands gripping her hips as she tasted her. He’d liked what he seen, and this was a fun way to punish her. She thought it was funny to look at him and the damage she’d done to him.

Well, he’d have his own fun now. His mouth was hard and demanding on her core, and he heard her gasp as his tongue pushed inside of her and swirled about before she could stop him. His eyes were on her, and he pulled her harder against his mouth, slipped his tongue from her and up through her folds, to tease her clit, and her hand was in his hair gripped tight as she pulled on it.

A smile touched his face as he saw her whole body arch up and her hips were suddenly pushing down against him. She responded just like any she-wolf would, so sensitive; they were sexual creatures.

His teeth grazed over her clit and she let go of his hair as a cry of pleasure burst from her lips, and both her hands were suddenly fisted into the sheets on either side of her. He would punish her properly, give her everything, expect himself, even though his c**k was twitching to life right that very minute.

This was punishment not pleasure. He would hold himself back and deny her what it was she was going to beg for. Give her everything but the things she would ache to have. A devious thought touched his mind, and he continued to devour her until he felt it, the first fluttering of her orgasm.

Jared closed his eyes for a moment as he smelled her arousal as it flooded off her, in waves, and he stilled, slipping his tongue from her, to watch that orgasm stall and fall away before it happened.

He heard her gasp and smiled as she lifted her head to look right at him, a smirk played on his lips. His hand slipped from her hip and down between her thighs. “This is punishment,” he told her, fully amused himself now, at her predicament. She wanted more of him, and he knew it, he could see it, he would give her a little more.

Just one finger he pushed slowly inside of her as he looked right at her, and saw her eyes close as a soft pleasure-filled moan came from her, and her hips pushed up to meet his hand. He knew she wanted it now, but he slowed his movements right down now, dipping his finger in and out of her gently now. As he slowly teased her clit once more with his tongue, she sighed softly, and he could feel her starting to cum once

more.

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He let it build and the moment he heard the word “please.” Come from her, he smiled to himself, kissed

her sweet core chastely as he slipped that finger out of her, and then he just stood up and looked down at her. That orgasm stalling and falling away from her too.

“This will be your punishment from now on.” He placed a knee on the bed between her thighs and leaned over her, desire filled body, and touched her face as he looked right into her eyes, “There will be only one way to get that elusive orgasm you want right this minute, Wynta. That you know I can give to you and likely very easily so.” He smirked down at her, the room was filled with the scent of her arousal.

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