The Alpha CEO’s Unloved Wife

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.”

closed the door behind them. He brought the tray into the bedroom and slid it onto the bed before closing the bedroom door. “Are you hungry?” He

She closed her eyes.

picked up the tray and put it onto the dresser.

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

murmured, frowning, and reaching across her. He put his fingers around her upper arm, matching them to the bruises he

snivelling, runt of a she-wolf, she finished for

of his touch made her moan and arc her body,

his pad, before he leaned over and placed his mouth over it, the hot, wet of his tongue divine. She sobbed against the gag as he 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 for his c-ck, slowly, and then withdrew, before beginning

against the gag, straining against the 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 wolf with a mate

his fingers and wiped them on the gag beneath her nose so that she had no choice but to inhale the scent of her heat and his come. “You are on heat,” he said unnecessarily. His pupils were dilated convex, his

angrily, trying to take shallow breaths

he said darkly. “You barricaded 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