Queen Of The Alpha
Chapter 26

Priscilla was in a deep sleep. Her body was exhausted and ached in places. Especially her legs from the long walk the alpha had made her undergo, not thinking that she hadn’t walked for how long? 10 years? Even Litus had carried her most of the way on his back to help her rest.

Now, after provoking him enough to drive him out of his wits, again, she wished to sink into total unconsciousness. For now she was certain that she could do so without her mind being invaded, the reason for that was due to….

Hands were soon on her body touching her skin with some force.

-Let me sleep,” she said in a mushy voice, her eyes closed, “Let me sleep,” she asked.

But the touch didn’t stop and soon her body was on her back. She growled in her throat but didn’t move. Surely he would get bored quickly or was just playing a joke on her. After all he had made it very clear that he didn’t want to go any further despite all the advances she was making, and it wasn’t like she cared much about his resistance either.

-Hmm,” she pursed her lips as something warm and wet ran down her throat to her chin, which she bit down lightly. She let the air out of her lungs.

That warm tongue returned to her neck and continued to lick, savouring the taste of the skin until it reached the tooth mark that was still throbbing. She licked it several times creating a shiver in the female body.

-Soft Layan,” she murmured turning her head on the pillow giving him more access, “Don’t be rough, I’m tired,” she almost fell asleep again, her senses were a little disoriented.

Large fingers squeezed her demanding legs and spread her legs. A comfortable weight was placed on her body. She opened her mouth and m****d slightly at the sensations coursing through her. The hands on her thighs moved down her h**s, past the narrow waistband and took the fabric of the robe with them.

Priscilla stirred and frowned slightly as she let a small cry escape her lips. A sharp pain in her brow made her eyes snap open.

-Layan, I told you hera… -the words stopped in her mouth as she looked down.

Sexy was an apt word to describe the wolf, as well as dangerous, savage, or frightening if she knew what it was to be afraid. But intimidating it was. Above her was Layan’s much larger than she was, and much more pronounced, naked body. The light filtering through the windows outlined every lusciously worked muscle.

His long red hair was spilling down the side of his torso and a few strands framed his handsome, manly face. But it wasn’t that or the fact that she had the wolf she wanted as her own naked on top of her that caught her attention. It was not only his fangs, which were longer in their full length than they normally were, but also his blue eyes, devoid of irises. A potent and intoxicating dark blue that made him swallow dryly and become alert.

He wasn’t afraid of it, but the alarms in his body went off. It was even worse than the forest.

-Layan- she called out to him in a dry, commanding voice, she wanted to know how far he was conscious but received no response- Layan- she did it again so that his lips were clamped tightly shut.

Her head was embedded somewhat painfully against the pillow as her mouth was violently invaded. Layan’s weight gave her no room to move freely. Priscilla growled deep in her throat but that only caused the wolf to reinforce the k**s and his tongue pressed against hers envelopingly. He ran the length of her cavity, running his tongue over her medium sized fangs, tasting them.

It was a strange sensation, he never thought they were so sensitive. Her hands were clasped on either side of his head, her fingers embedded in his palm. She liked being in control and it was somewhat uncomfortable not being able to move an inch.

Layan released her lips with an obscene sound with his saliva drenched lips and a feral grin. He licked his lips and looked down at her.

-The wolf wants to play,” Priscilla gasped, “Then let’s play,” she challenged him.

From the way he was behaving, everything seemed to indicate that it wasn’t exactly Layan who was in charge. Maybe it was his body but the animal consciousness was in charge and it was dictating that he should complete his bond.

Perhaps it was because the full moon was shining so brightly high in the sky that the excitement of the beast within him was so strong. Normally someone like Layan, an alpha of his age and caliber could keep everything under control. Had he pushed it too far into the abyss? Most likely.

Time for consequences? For sure.

But Priscilla’s thoughts were blocked as the same teeth that had bitten into her breast earlier returned to the same spot, this time jabbing her nipple hard. Her tongue relieved the pulsing that came next.

It was a strange, strong sensation. It hurt but not in the unpleasant way. Her spine throbbed with every movement of the wolf on her. Even his long hair tickled her skin. Her breath began to come out in little whimpers that seemed to stimulate the wolf more.

His fingers stroked the sensitive inside of her thigh before reaching an area she and no one else had ever touched for such purposes.

-Layan-” She squeezed his shoulders as something touched her sensitive insides and the sound of something wet reached her ears.

She opened her eyes. Layan towered over her, extracting his fingers and taking it into his mouth. He licked his fingers with a smirk that made her shudder at the image. Priscilla bit her lower l*p.

-Don’t you dare,” she warned him, imagining what would come next.

But the wolf wasn’t very cooperative that night and his fuzzy eyes glittered with amusement. He had every intention of keeping her awake and driving her mad.

Priscilla wanted to curse him after he had dragged her to her first o****m by touching the specific spots inside her and he didn’t stop. He continued to stimulate the moist intimate lips and the swollen, throbbing area. His teeth nibbled at the glorious white breast now slightly reddened. Or just licked the mark on her neck not letting her body rest.

And it wasn’t one or two. Priscilla lost count of how many times she lost the will to breathe being dragged into the abyss by the time the door opened somehow revealing the one who would make her torture end. Though Layan never found out that little detail.

The a*****e had done whatever he wanted to her and he sure as hell didn’t remember a thing. Of course, it was his instinct that was awake. And then he’d come all this way and turned her down.

Priscilla snorted just for doing so, closing the shower.

It would be fun to see his disgruntled expression if she told him everything in detail. He’d probably get upset and deny everything. She’d just have to show him the thousands of marks on their bodies that she alone hadn’t made.

She snorted. Leaving that aside. She had things to do first. She dried off and pulled on some dark trousers and blouse, much more comfortable to move in than her mother’s dresses. Even if these clothes only framed the narrow waist and her natural curves. Not that she minded, the only one she’d like to show them off would be Layan.

She walked calmly out of the castle. The wolves standing guard had no intention of approaching her. Either because of their alpha’s orders or because they were afraid of him. More than one of them had their tails between their paws, but they couldn’t take their eyes off her body.

Priscilla understood. She was not an ugly she-wolf at all. She was always told she was beautiful, perhaps too beautiful. And it was evident when she came to where the pack houses were spread out and was practically the centre of attention.

The she-wolf walked around looking from one side to the other. Focusing her thoughts to replace that voice. She had no hope of replaceing it that day, but she had to start somewhere. What was beginning to make her dizzy were the comments about her.

She took a slow breath with each step so that she could organise them in her mind and not get lost in her own consciousness, but something bumped her from behind and she lost her balance completely. Her knees buckled and she fell to her knees in front of her, hurting her on the gravel of the ground.

She grunted slightly and looked back waving her long braid. She stopped dead in her tracks.