He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care novel Chapter 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 ws 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 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 s****l 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 o****m.

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 o****m 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 c*m once more.

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 o****m 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 o****m 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.

She shook her head no at him, and he chuckled softly and pressed his thigh to her core, rocked it a little knowing she’d still be sensitive to the touch, and she gasped, her body was still hot and aching for more, his mouth curved into a deeper smirk, one of knowing.

“I’ll give you that o****m willingly,” he ground his thigh against her and watched as she moved herself against him trying to get herself there. He let her until she was moaning once more, pressed his mouth to her ear as he shifted and settled himself between her thighs, letting her feel his hard c**k and ground himself against her so she could feel how big he was, everything she could have. “Let me bring you into the pack.” he murmured softly into her ear, as he felt her start to rile up once more.

When she didn’t answer him, he just smiled, knew it wasn’t going to be that easy, and pulled away from her. “Pity,” he murmured. “I think you could have been screaming my name tonight.” He told her and got up from the bed, and stood looking down at her, all hot and bothered, frustrated at the now three orgasms he’d denied her.

She was kind of just staring at him, a little shocked that he’d stopped, and likely he thought a little shocked that he’d been so easily able to get her to enjoy being seduced by him. Jared slid his thumb over his mouth and stepped away, “I’ll take my leave, you know what to do to get the rest of me.” He smiled and turned and walked away.

He walked right out of her apartment building. It was nearly two in the morning, and he was unconcerned about anyone seeing his arousal, what man wouldn’t leave her apartment un–aroused after that.

He strolled back to his penthouse at a casual pace, keeping his wolfen senses alert for that pack scent he’d picked up, or anyone in cars near her place. There was nothing right this minute, but he placed a call to the company office and requested a security guard go stand by her apartment because he’d seen unknown wolves hovering near her place on his night walk.

He got an affirmative and moved on to his place. He wasn’t actually tired anymore, he stepped into his penthouse and showered changed out of his suit that now had her scent all over it and chuckled to himself. That hadn’t been his plan at all, until he’d seen she was wearing no panties, and well, what a lovely sight it had been.

How could he resist such a blatant offer? He’d not had a she–wolf in months. He stood out

on his balcony with a glass of whiskey neat in his hands and sipped it with a faint smile on his face. She’d tasted lovely. He wondered how long it had been for her and if she was the type to get herself punished by him on purpose?

He sank down in a chair out there and enjoyed the night breeze. Seeing her in the office would be interesting now. ‘You enjoyed every second of it.’ Creed snorted.

‘That I did. If I hadn’t wanted to punish her I’d have given her what she wanted until the sun came up.’ He smiled, and he knew he would have. She smelled nice under that rogue scent, though he picked the Jasmine up easily, the other scent he had to think about, and it was Creed that stated ‘Lotus blossoms.”

‘Ah, pretty.‘ He thought to himself as he lazed there, all relaxed. He might not have gotten his release, but he actually didn’t mind a bit of delayed gratification. Good things come to those that wait, and he was going to wait. He was going to have Wynta beg him to bury himself. inside of her at some point and when he did, they’d both be well and truly satisfied afterwards.

His father was not wrong. He’d liked seeing her pretty face filled with wanton need, hearing her gasp and moan in pleasure, but mostly it was the look of ‘are you kidding me‘, that he had elicited from her, as she realized he was going to leave her there pent–up and frustrated, denied every o****m he’d built up in her.

He chuckled to himself he could be a devil at times. He’d won that round and they both knew