3. PLEASURE OF LOVE

Alpha Demetrius

I gritted my teeth at each deep thrust into her inner walls. A cadence of carnal hunger rippling through my flesh, echoing for more with my rapid motion. Harder. Faster.

The long expedition to the Whitfire pack had been rough through the rugged snow-covered mountains and frozen streams. Aside from the temperature dropped a few degrees below, the raging tempest necessarily didn’t make our task any easier. Our fur kept us warm, allowing us to survive the extreme weather conditions.

We marched for days and nights at a stretch without ever once receding from our intent. After the victory, while we were travelling back to our pack, every cell in my body aching for a warm pussy to release my pent-up exhaustion. Frustration.

I tightened my grip, encircling my fingers at her slender neck and maintained my pace. Eloise gasped when I put more pressure preventing air to pass into her windpipe but she took each thrust expertly as a reward. Her slick passage blowing off the coldness from the pores of my skin.

A hard knock on the door didn’t alter my focus for a second, all I could see—my mate bending over the bed submitting herself to me. I spoke in between rugged breathing, “Come in.”

I didn’t have to glance back to confirm who was disrupting me while I was indulging myself in the pleasure of our mutually heated flesh. No one was brave enough to come and interrupt me in my privacy hours. And if it was a matter of utmost importance and needed my immediate attention, no was allowed other than my trusted right-hand man. Theron.

The door creaked open but he didn’t step inside. Standing on the threshold, contemplating his next action or perhaps waiting for my next command. A mistake under my reign would only be condemned to hell. Death was the only mercy you will be begging for. I ruled the Northern packs with an iron fist, no one had the temerity to even consider to defy my authority.

I could feel Theron’s resistance in waves. To put his mind at ease, I spoke in my straining voice, “Close the door behind you.”

The door clanked shut without hesitation. Lifting my eyes, hairs matted on my forehead, slicked with sweat, I regarded Theron in the full-length mirror placed in the corner of the room.

Theron seemed uncomfortable. His stance was rigid. His body spasmed beneath his shirt. His gaze transfixed on the steamy sex scene played before his eyes.

“Speak,” I hissed. I didn’t need to emphasise my statement further. Theron composed himself from the heated haze and sprung to action, “Xaver sent a messenger...”

I was too occupied to divert my attention, all centred to Eloise, at the sight of my red handprints marked on her marvellous ass cheeks. Theron might have sensed the same, he paused in mid-sentence and remained completely quiet.

I released the grip of my fingers from her neck and trailed down my hands over the clothed skin on her back. The silk flowy dress bunched up at her waist giving me enough access to attain my satisfaction.

But I needed more. More of her.

The sudden urge to feel her naked flesh against mine made me ripped her clothes apart. I dug my claws against her hips, pulling her close to me and increased my pace.

Eloise cried out, tilting her head back. Her screams of pleasure and pain erupted from her mouth, filling the corners of the room. I groaned as the pressure built, her walls contracted, begging for release. I bend over her arched body, nipped hard on her shoulder, drawing gulps of blood into my mouth. My body jerked abruptly with an irresistible impulse and I exploded inside her.

I pulled out my manhood midway and sprayed my claim over her exposed flesh.

My eyes flicked over to Theron through the mirror. His hungry eyes were roaming over her bareback, down to her ass pointing in the air as she lay on her abdomen. His eyes heated with carnal lust for my mate, writhing beneath my body not even a moment ago.

I preferred to flaunt my possession, letting others know they could only fuck her with their eyes while she would warm my bed every single night, screaming my name over and over again. She would always be mine.

Until I decide...

I wiped my meat on the crack of her ass and strode to the other side of the bed. I picked up my clothes from the floor, slipped into my trousers and the shirt.

Eloise sprawled on the bedsheet. Blood dripping from her shoulder and hips, staining the bedsheet where my teeth and claws jabbed into her skin. Her body shaken as she tried to stand up, her knees gave out as she fell back on the bed, presenting a good view to her appreciative onlooker.

“Clean yourself. I will be back soon.” I walked past her without wasting another glance, more pressing matters waiting for my approval.

Theron acted too hastily, only succeeding in grabbing my attention more. He put his hands in front of pants, only further confirming my suspicion. He was turned on, desperately trying to cover the bulge in his pants.

Once I was out of my room, the fresh northern air welcomed me, leaving behind the smell of blood. Sweat. Lust. And the musky scent of our combined pleasures.

Passing the doors down the hallways, I descended the stairs and out of my royal lair.

“What is the message?” I asked, quickening my pace towards the packhouse. Theron walked behind me, following me where I was going. After the victory of the Whitfire pack, Xaver along with a few other Volkov wolves stayed behind. I assigned him with the task to supervise and maintain peace in the absence of their dead Alpha. He needed to be there for a while until the commotion settled down and the situation became normal. I had directed him to handle the situation all by himself and in the meantime, he would send me the reports.

“The second-born son, brother of Alpha Phaedron Whitfire has returned. Matthias Whitfire. He is the next Alpha in line after his dead brother. Should we end his authority before it even begins? We didn’t know for sure if he would conspire against us when the situation would be in his favour?” Theron suggested. His question answered the uncertainty he inferred about the situation.

As far as my knowledge, Matthias Whitfire had been exiled from his pack many years ago. He was not supposed to come back to claim his entitlement, now. He might have been planning for years to take down his brother, Alpha Phaedron and I just made his task easier by executing his brother and served him the Alpha position on a silver platter.

“I don’t think we must be concerned over Matthias. Certainly, someone has to step up to take the Alpha position and I think we just found the right person for the job. It’s better him than anybody else from the Whitfire pack. He won’t betray us. I have an impression where his true loyalty lies. Matthias won’t be a problem. He needs us as much as we need him if not more.” I assured Theron.

I was quite certain Matthias won’t be a fool like his brother. If he was, then he would suffer the same fate as his brother. Now, his hands might be occupied dealing with his brother’s pack. His pack members won’t accept him as most likely their true loyalty still put with their dead Alpha, Alpha Phaedron. After all, Matthias was the exiled brother, every pack member loathed.

“Should I send a messenger to notify Xaver to come back?” Theron asked.

I reached the ground stretched before the packhouse, the deep woods in the backdrop encircling the entire area. The general marched towards my direction upon seeing me from afar. He gave me a brief nod when the distance minimized between us and stood a metre away. His broad frame shadowed the lanky boy trailing behind him, struggling to keep up with his effortless pace.

“How many are we expecting this month, general?” I asked.

“Till now, four boys are registered. But before the full moon, the list will most likely increase. Today morning, we got the news about another challenger. An omega female. The symptoms have already begun to surface out. She will have her first transformation either today or tomorrow”

I nodded in understanding. “See into the arrangements, general. Later, I would like to have a word with you in private.” The general bowed and returned to his position, barking the orders to the warriors.

I turned, striding into the packhouse “Theron, dispatched a messenger to the Whitfire pack. Direct him to inform Xaver that he can come back after he completes his duties. But Xaver needs to make sure everything is in order before he commences his journey. And send out a parchment of the old contract, specifying a few added details. Matthias Whitfire is in charge now. He needs to fulfil all the obligations his brother has failed to meet. He needs to express his consent to ratify the treaty, his brother has broken.”

The Whitfire will be once again ruled under the shadow of the Volkov. The northern alphas whose packs I had conquered were nothing, just a few trained dogs guarding over their packs. They needed to ask for my permission before any important decisions needed to be taken. I ruled above them all and those alphas would be puppets under my reign.

But now, I needed to focus all my attention on the packs, situated at the outskirts of the north, still out of the reach of my claws. Soon, the world would bow before the northern alpha king. I would have access to all the valuables I required. Manpower. Weapons. Wolves. It would be sufficient enough to march south and struck my ultimate target.