Resisting the Alpha
Chapter 4

Rat bastard, putting me in his bed.

She stumbled to her feet, righted her clothes, and went into the adjoining bath where she shrieked at her appearance in the mirror. Her mascara had smeared and her hair was a wreck. Bridget snatched Micah’s brush off the counter and worked through the knots in her long tresses before turning on the water. She used the soap in the dish to scrub the makeup from her face.

Not much of an improvement, she muttered, turning her face from side to side as she studied her reflection. She wasn’t so vain that she had to wear make-up every time she left her house, but it certainly improved her features when she did.

She followed the sounds of a party and made her way through the back of the house. When she reached the door, she peered through the glass at the gathered wolves. She so wasn’t up for this shit … but since Josette had hijacked her the night before, she had little choice but to go mingle, even if walking the five miles to her house was rather tempting. She looked down at her bare feet, wiggled her toes and thought about the high heels she’d had on. Maybe she’d rethink the walk.

Bracing herself for the rambunctious wolves, she stepped out into the sunshine, squinting up at the sky. Her head pounded. Her mouth felt like sandpaper, and her eyes felt like they could fall out of her head. Why had she finished a bottle of whiskey? She knew the damn stuff would kick her a*s, but it was always the first place she turned when upset. Her mother, a renowned psychiatrist, would tell her that was addiction talking. But then, she’d never listened to her mother, so why start now?

Bronson, one of the most sought-after males in the pack, eyed her up and down as she crossed the deck and went down the steps toward the pool. He whistled low as his gaze stopped at her bare feet.

Bad night? he asked.

“Shove it up your a*s, Bronson. As if you and everyone else in this town didn’t know what happened yesterday. They probably posted it in the damn newspaper: Bridget Donohue stood up at the altar by spineless groom.”

He grinned. I may have heard something about it. Doesn’t tell me why you’re coming out of the alpha’s house looking a bit disheveled. Moved on already? Or did you just have an itch to scratch? He moved closer. Because you know, I’d be happy to help with that.

She snorted and shoved him hard, but the bastard was quick on his feet and avoided a dunk into the pool. His laughter followed her as she sought out Josette, the traitor. She couldn’t believe her friend had brought her to Micah’s house, of all places. As her best friend, shouldn’t she have helped Bridget avoid the one man she hated above all others, right now?

Josette smiled when she saw her. I was hoping you wouldn’t sleep the day away.

Bridget looked around. Where are your other friends? Shouldn’t they be here?

Cade and Breena are supposed to come, but I haven’t seen them yet. You know how they are. Probably got caught up in each other and forgot what day it was. They’re still in the honeymoon phase.

Those two will be in the honeymoon phase for the next fifty years. If I didn’t know better, I’d say they were trying to have a litter of pups already.

Josette rolled her eyes. You know we only have one baby at a time, just like you do. Why do you insist on antagonizing everyone with your derogatory wolf remarks? You’re just asking for trouble.

Bridget smiled. But I like trouble. Especially when it comes in tall, mouthwatering packages.

A sly smile crossed Josette’s face. Like a certain alpha we both know?

I’ll concede that he’s nice looking, but he’s too bossy for me. You know I’ll never bow or scrape to any man.

The two of you need each other. He needs a strong woman in his life … and I can’t think of anyone stronger than you. Josette smiled. Besides, I’ve heard he can make your toes curl with just a touch. Don’t tell me you aren’t even a little bit tempted.

A throat cleared behind Bridget, and she watched the b***d drain from Josette’s face. Bridget turned slowly and came face to bare chest with the wolf himself. She fought to lift her gaze to his face.

I see you’re feeling better, Micah said.

My head feels like a hundred hammers are pounding on it, but I’ll live.

His gaze went to Josette. I told you not to start trouble. I was very clear on my feelings about your idea of taking Bridget for a mate. Don’t force me to make an example out of you. It’s the last thing I want to do.

Josette nodded quickly. I’m sorry, Alpha, but I truly believe the two of you are destined to be together. If only you’d give each other a chance, you’d replace out you aren’t so different from one another. You actually have a lot in common.

Enough. Micah gave her a stern look and his tone backed it up.

Bridget wanted to jump to her friend’s aid, but she knew better than to get between an alpha and a member of his pack. Josette might be her friend, and she might be convinced Micah wanted Bridget, but there were some things you just didn’t attempt. Chastising Micah for speaking to Josette that way would be the equivalent of poking a bear.

Yes, Alpha, Josette said in a small voice.

Bridget hated to see her friend like this. Josette was the kindest, sweetest person Bridget had ever met. Unfortunately, she let everyone run right over her. She supposed it was just in Josette’s nature, but Bridget wished she’d get a backbone at some point and stand up for herself. Bridget wouldn’t take half the crap the wolves threw at Josette, not without taking a swing.

Hey, Fido. Why don’t you back the f**k off? Bridget said, poking her finger in Micah’s chest. So much for not poking the bear. “She’s just trying to look out for us, even if I don’t agree with her methods. As if I’d ever go out with the likes of you.”

Micah growled and his eyes flashed yellow. You’re assuming I’d have a smartass, mouthy woman like you in my bed. I’d be scared to sleep for fear you’d stab me while I was unconscious. Hell, you’d probably poison my dinner if I so much as looked at you the wrong way.

Bridget placed a hand on her h*p. And what’s wrong with that? Scared of a woman who won’t take any of your shit? Because really, the whole alpha thing is getting old. There’s a difference between being a leader and being a bully.

His eyes went from gold to red and Bridget fought hard not to take a step back. She’d stand her ground no matter what he said or did. It wasn’t just herself she was standing up for, but Josette too, and any other woman Micah Smythe decided to run over.

“I have never been a bully. I have to discipline those who act out or there would be utter chaos in the pack. If there aren’t rules to follow, they would run wild and tear the town apart. Is that what you want? Chaos to reign supreme? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Seeing my pack in all of their wild glory. It would give you even more reason to look down your nose at us.”

She gasped. I do not look down my nose at your pack! Your omega is my dearest friend. You take that back right now! She poked his chest again.

Micah swiftly reached out and grabbed the offending digit, jerking Bridget off balance. She fell against him, her breasts plastered to his rock hard chest, her h**s settling against his. She swallowed hard when she felt the bulge in his jeans.

Maybe someone needs to shut that smart mouth of yours before it gets you into trouble. Heat flared in his eyes as he fisted her hair in his hand. She opened her mouth to tell him he was a rude, obnoxious prick, but before the words could spill past her lips, he was kissing her.

His mouth pressed to hers in a hard, bruising k**s, a k**s meant to punish as much as it aroused. His tongue swept into her mouth and his taste overwhelmed her. Bridget’s heart pounded in her chest and she found herself pressing even tighter against the alpha, her panties growing damp. An ache built between her legs and she couldn’t help but rub against him.

When Micah pulled away and released her, clarity came rushing back and Bridget’s eyes narrowed. A*****e.

He smirked. You liked it and you know it. You were practically begging me to f**k you, right here in front of everyone.

She lashed out at him, but he caught her hand before it could connect with his face. His eyes hardened and his lips thinned. Bridget felt a flash of panic as she wondered what he would do. She didn’t think he was the type of man who would hit a woman, but she didn’t really know him all that well.

Micah jerked her closer, bent at the waist, and hoisted her over his shoulder. Bridget let out a squeak of indignation and pounded on his back.

“You put me down right now.”

He swatted her a*s and the sting made her freeze momentarily.

Settle down, he demanded as he strode through the backyard and into the house.

Bridget couldn’t see anything except his delectable a*s, but she could feel everyone’s eyes on them. How humiliating.

When they reached his bedroom, he kicked the door shut and set her down on her feet. Before she could blast him for his treatment of her, he’d jerked down her pants and panties, and upended her over his knees. Her eyes widened in shock at the quick movement and her mind tried to grasp what was happening to her.

She felt his hand caress her a*s cheeks a moment, before his hand struck her sensitive skin. As his palm came down again, she let out a shriek and kicked her feet, trying to replace purchase on the floor to escape him.

Did you honestly think you would go unpunished if you tried to strike me a second time? he asked, his hand making contact again. Her a*s was starting to burn, as did her face when she realized his spanking wasn’t having the desired effect. Moisture gathered between her thighs as each smack turned her on more and more. What the hell was wrong with her?

She heard him inhale and then he chuckled. Perhaps this isn’t the right punishment for you after all. Shall we come up with something else?

His fingers slid down the crack of her a*s and teased her p***y. She m****d in embarrassment as he discovered just how wet she’d become. How this domineering man could turn her on was anyone’s guess. She should be fighting like a wild cat right now, not biting her lips to keep from begging him to make her come.

My, oh my. Someone seemed to like their spanking. His fingers teased her slit, sliding back and forth. Every time he neared her clit, she squirmed a little, hoping he would stroke her there. Bridget couldn’t think of a time she’d been more turned on.

He parted her lips before sliding a finger inside her, pumping it in and out several times before removing it. A whimper escaped her lips as she wiggled on his lap. His fingers returned and two slid into her as his thumb circled her clit. Bridget gasped as she saw stars, but the stroking of his fingers wasn’t enough. She needed so much more. As much as she hated herself for it, she wanted to feel that long hard c**k entering her. She had little doubt as to his size, since his e******n was pressing against her as she hung upside down over his lap.

Do you want to come? he asked, his voice a low growl.

Yes, she gasped.

Beg me for it.

She clamped her lips shut.

Beg me for it, Bridget. Tell me what you want.

I want to come, she said through gritted teeth, the admission costing her dearly.

Just like this? he asked, his fingers f*****g her slow and easy. Or do you want something more?

More, she pleaded. I want more.

His soft chuckle filled the room. But that would be a reward, would it not? Do you think you deserve a reward?

Micah, please.

Does your p***y ache for me?

Yes.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her shoulder. What if that isn’t where I want to take you?

A shiver raked her body.

What if I want to take you here? he asked, sliding his fingers from her p***y and stroking the rosette hidden between her cheeks. Would you let me take you there? Would you beg me for it? I think you would.

He circled the sensitive area, before using her cream to ease his finger inside of her. She gasped at the intrusion, but knew what to do. She relaxed her muscles and let him in, loving the slow burn of his finger caressing her. Her clit throbbed with need, and she knew if he stroked her there too, she’d come harder than she ever had before. It was her one secret desire, something she’d only tried a few times until now. The others had left her feeling cold afterward, and used, but she knew it would be different with Micah. The fire inside of her burned bright as he teased her.

He removed his finger and pushed her to the floor, but it wasn’t done in an uncaring manner. He was careful with her, yet showing his dominant nature at the same time. Undress, he commanded.

With shaking hands, she removed her shirt and bra, then kicked her pants and panties the rest of the way off. She knelt on the floor at his feet, completely bare and at his mercy. She watched as his hand stroked down the bulge in his jeans. She licked her lips, wondering what would happen next. She still tingled and ached with need, but something told her that her satisfaction would come at a cost.

Unfasten my pants, he said.

She reached up and unbuttoned and unzipped them, his e******n springing free. The fact he hadn’t been wearing underwear just made her even hotter. Micah kicked off his jeans and gripped her hair.

You’re going to suck me and make me nice and wet, like a good girl.

Part of her rebelled at his words, but there was a darker part of her that thrilled at it. Bracing her hands on his thighs, she fit her lips around the head of his c**k, flicking it with her tongue. He thrust further into her mouth and she relaxed her throat to accept all of him. As he f****d her mouth, she gripped his h**s, startled to discover that his show of dominance was turning her on even more.

When he pulled free, he easily lifted her and placed her on the bed. On her hands and knees, she looked at him over her shoulder. He pulled her so her knees rested on the edge of the bed, spread open for him. Bridget watched as he slid open his bedside table drawer and removed a bottle of lube. When he closed the drawer, her brow furrowed.

No condom? she asked.

Wolf, remember? We don’t carry STDs.

I don’t like the idea of you not wearing a condom after all the women you’ve f****d lately.

He smiled at her. Ah, but I did use a condom with them.

Then why not me?

Uncertainty flashed in his eyes a moment, making him look vulnerable for that one second, until the domineering alpha regained control. Do you want this or not?

Yes.

Then brace yourself. This might sting a bit.

Bridget faced the bank of windows, thankful the blinds were closed, and waited for whatever was to come next. She felt him stretch her, taking his time. He was gentle, more so than she’d have ever thought possible for a man of his size. When he was satisfied she was ready, she felt the head of his c**k brush against her.

Take a deep breath and push out against me.

Bridget did as he instructed, sucking in a breath as he began to ease into her. All of her nerves tingled in anticipation, as he slowly filled her. When she felt his balls slap against her, she pushed back, wanting all of him. He g*****d and gripped her h**s tightly. Were those claws digging into her? She glanced back and almost wished she hadn’t. Not only had his claws sprouted, but so had his fangs. If Micah didn’t remain in control of himself … no, she wouldn’t think about it. He was always in control.

Micah took up a slow, easy rhythm as one of his hands slid down her abdomen and between her legs. He lightly brushed her clit and it made her gasp and tremble from head to toe. She felt him cover her back a moment before his lips caressed her shoulder, his teeth lightly grazing her. His fingers slipped inside of her, pressing on her G-spot, and she came with a scream. As tremors wracked her body, his teeth gripped her shoulder and he thrust harder. Bridget was just coming back down from her high when she felt him come inside of her.

Her arms trembled under her weight. Micah, I-I can’t…

He lapped at her shoulder and withdrew from her. The moment he pulled away, she collapsed onto the bed. With her heart racing, she sucked in huge lungfuls of air. Micah moved off the bed and through the hair hiding her face, she saw him enter the bathroom and come back out with a wet washcloth. He gently cleaned her before tossing the rag back into the bathroom. The bed dipped as he stretched out beside her, his hand sliding up and down her back.

Are you okay? he asked. I wasn’t too rough?

I’m fine. I just don’t think I can stand right now.

He brushed a k**s against her shoulder. I’m afraid I scraped you with my teeth.

It’s okay. I liked it.

It wasn’t until she felt him smile against her that she realized they were cuddling. Jerking upright, she scuttled away from him. A frown crossed his face as his brows dipped.

What’s wrong? Micah asked.

We shouldn’t have done this. It was nothing. Just s*x! Bridget scrambled off the bed and began jerking on her clothes.

Just s*x? His eyes flashed yellow.

“Don’t get me wrong, it was really good s*x. Really, really good. But it can’t happen again.”

A growl tumbled out of him as she reached for the doorknob. I’ll have Josette take me home. And don’t worry … I’ll stay out of your way from this point forward.

Damn it, Bridget!

Before he could reach her, she had dashed out the door and into the backyard. She quickly found Josette and began tugging her toward the front of the house and the car waiting at the curb. If her friend wondered what was going on, she didn’t say anything. Not even when a pissed-off Micah came barreling out of the house in nothing but a pair of jeans. And if she had happened to notice they weren’t fastened all the way, well, that was her little secret.