The Alpha CEO’s Unloved Wife

Chapter 4

An Alpha’s Desire 

He pulled on his trousers and spent some time in between f-king her, putting the furniture back away, muttering and cursing under his breath as he did so, and then sweeping up the broken glass. He summoned a maid using the servants bell which she mad a point to never pull and requested food and new sheets for the bed.

She lay, still tied, his seed seeping slowly from her, peaceful after his taking her, but feeling the burn begin again, a slow fire building in the pit of her stomach. A wolf’s first heat was supposed to be a beautiful thing, spent lovingly entwined with a mate, not tied to the bed and ravished by a man who hated her, she thought as she cried, her tears running into the gag.

He returned to the room and stood at the foot of the bed looking down at her, watching her cry, his expression hard and angry. “Such a f-king mess,” he said to her, finally. “I -”

A knock at the external door interrupted him and he went to answer it. “Just put it on the table in here,” he said to the maid and Heathridge. “The sheets too, please.”

“Do you require a first aid kit, sir?” Heathridge asked. 

“No, she’s not injured and neither am 1,5 Baron sighed. “Just bring meals and leave them in here if I don’t answer.”

“Yes, sir.”

the bedroom and slid it onto the bed before closing the bedroom door. “Are you

She closed her eyes.

picked up the tray and put it

to the bed, removing the ruins of his suit trousers, and just leaving them on the floor. The mattress depressed under his weight as he lay at her side and stroked his hand down the center line of her body, watching his tanned skin against

them to the bruises he had left on her the night before dragging her to his office. “You bruise

snivelling, runt of a she-wolf, she finished for him, having heard it all

breast so that the hard point of her nipple sat in the center of his palm, and the heat of his touch made her moan and arc her body, the heat flaring back to life, and hot

circled the dusky areola before closing his teeth on her nipple. His hand slid down her stomach, between her legs, and he sank two of his fingers into where she ached

bindings, feeling the material pull tighter, lifting her hips so that his fingers sank deeper. He lifted his mouth from her breast and watched his fingers and her reaction to them, his expression all alpha

but to inhale the scent of her heat and his come. “You are on heat,” he said unnecessarily. His pupils were dilated convex, his wolf rising. “You need to feel an

to take shallow breaths as the

the door and bound yourself to the bed I should f-king leave you like that. I should let you spend the next two nights writhing and sweating out your needs. But,” his returned his fingers

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