Arabella’s POV
I shouldn’t have spoken to him like that. I definitely shouldn’t have bitten his earlobe but I was pissed. I’d thought that him not touching me wasn’t a problem. It wasn’t. But I didn’t want him touching other women either.
What we’d done in the shed had changed things for me. I now wanted things I had no business wanting.
Alpha Luciano growled then he yanked my hair back and devoured my lips. It wasn’t a kiss but a claim. He rolled his tongue into my waiting parted lips and kissed me like he wanted to clean away the taste of any other man in my mouth to replace it with just him.
I moaned into his mouth and I moulded my body to him, rubbing my breasts against his chest and grinding against his length. He squeezed my breasts and I used my claws to slice his shirt open and pushed it off before sliding my arms around his neck pulling him closer.
The feel of his skin on mine was entrancing and I shivered against him. He pushed me up against the tree and hiked the skirt of my gown to touch me. I wasn’t wearing underwear. He growled questioningly.
“I was waiting for you.” I gasped in between breaths. He looked at me with disbelief and I pressed my lips against his silencing him. I reached for the buckles of his pants as he fingered me. I needed him. Now.
When he finally entered me, I felt full and complete and I shuddered against him as I clung to him for support as he fucked me. Our coupling was frantic, rough and savage. I lost count of the number of times I came. When Alpha Luciano came, he growled and panted near my ear sending reverberations on my skin and I clung to him tightly.
After I sat on the floor of the forest trying to catch my breath, this gown would have to be trashed anyway. I looked at him as he shrugged on his shirt that I had torn off him.
“Why have you been ignoring me since we left the shed?” I asked.
He didn’t reply to me as he began to pull up his trousers.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“Arabella, shut up.” Alpha Luciano replied gruffly but I ignored that.
“I saved your life, you know. The least you can do is tell me what I did wrong.”
“Everything you do is wrong, Bianchi. As for saving my life, I never asked you for your help nor did I need it. Also since when do you care about me ignoring you? Don’t you hate me and would prefer to die rather than have sex with me? So what changed?” Alpha Luciano gave me a look dripping with derision and condescension.
It stung. Maybe it was because we’d just had the rawest, realest sex we’d ever had second only to the one at the shed. Or because he was once more showing me that he was still the same Alpha Luciano who had made my life a living hell.
So I dug deep as well. Wanting to hurt him as much as he was hurting me. To make him feel something.”I’m getting awfully curious about your scars, won’t you tell me about them?” I asked, anticipating his reaction.
The last time I had asked about it he flared up. Now it wasn’t any different. Alpha Luciano froze. I tried not to feel afraid of him as he yanked me up by my arm.
“You will never ask me about them again.” He growled at me. “You do not matter to me. Just because I use you as my sex slave doesn’t mean you can ask me questions that do not concern you.”
I sided up to him and batted my eyelashes. “Could you use me again? Pretty please?”
Alpha Luciano looked like he was contemplating slapping me into the next century. He pushed me away and I nearly stumbled into a tree. He walked away from me briskly and I found myself wondering why I was trying to push him to the limits of his patience. I wanted him to react, I realized. I was so freaking tired of him always knowing what to say, what to do and basically controlling my life.
I wanted him to lose his cool. His control. Everything. I just hoped he didn’t end me when he did. Funny the man who could catch a wolfsbane-coated knife for me could still be this way with me.
I dusted myself up as best as I could and began my walk to the pack house.
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Emery’s POV
I knew I hated Arabella from the first time I saw Luciano look at her. She’d looked virginal and seemingly innocent that day. For the first time since I entered his bed, Alpha Luciano hadn’t looked at me once when I entered the room with Arabella. All he could see was her.
It certainly didn’t help that I had taken a lover before being given to Luciano so I hadn’t met him as a virgin.
I’d suspected that she’d cast some spell upon him because I knew Luciano. I knew him inside out. He was an Alpha through and through. He didn’t get entangled with any of us. Didn’t develop feelings. My parents had warned me to guard my heart and get him to sire an heir with me as soon as possible so that I would control the pack through my child.
All of us in the harem had come with that intention in mind, even now years later with no heir in sight, I never forgot we weren’t really friends or sisters. I smiled, joked, and simpered but the thought never strayed far from my mind.
How could it be when they shared Luciano’s bed with me? Despite my valiant attempts and my parent’s advice against it, I had fallen for him. Fallen for his rare smiles, his bruising touch, his sadism and bondage. I could have laid down my life for him if he so asked but I couldn’t tell him about my feelings because the day I acted jealous or possessive would be the last day I saw him.
Yet I couldn’t shake the rising wave of anger that almost swallowed me up at the sight of the both of them together. I had watched as he dragged her away from the school, sure that he would punish her impetuous behaviour. Only he’d had sex with her. If it had just been sex, I would have been hurt but not as hurt as I was now. No, I could see the chemistry between them. He looked more emotional with her than he’d been in all the years we’d been together. Not only that but he’d kissed her.
In all our times together, he’d never kissed me on the lips. Not once. I wouldn’t let her take him from me. I wouldn’t. No matter what.
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Alpha Luciano’s POV
When I came out of my shower, Emery was on my bed naked. It was quite unlike her to take initiative like this but when have I ever complained about this sort of surprise?
Minutes later after getting me up with the most sensational blowjob, she lowered herself onto me and I reclined with both of my hands folded behind my head, watching her fuck me to an orgasm doing all the work. Life was good. This was what I needed, not that irrational Arabella Bianchi who wanted to question me half to death and drove me insane more than half of the time.
Emery’s long red hair spilt across her perfectly sized boobs that looked good from every angle. They weren’t as full as Arabella’s but they really functioned nicely for a handhold in the appropriate position. Her fingers were soft and manicured against my skin, nothing like the rabid frenzy of Arabella in the woods and shed. It was normal and satisfying. I felt myself reaching just around that edge about to get off because of the way Emery’s vagina muscles were constricting around me.
“Do I please you, Sir?” Emery’s soft yet sultry voice asked.
“Of course.” Another first. Emery was usually content with sitting at my feet and me petting her hair and rubbing her back.
But it was alright because I was about to–
“Better than Arabella?”
My eyes flew open and my orgasm flew out the window.
“Get off me.”
“Alpha Luciano??”
I pulled out of her then sat up and pushed her unceremoniously to the ground with my foot.
My arousal had all but disappeared. “Get out of my room.”
“But Alpha Luciano, what did I do wrong?” Emery sat on the floor, her eyes teary.
“What did you do wrong? You took Arabella’s name while I was inside you. Are you crazy? You are more than out of line, Emery. You might be my favourite but that doesn’t give you the right to act up.”
“Am I really your favourite? You are different with her. Now I’m not even allowed to say her name? You are changing Alpha Luciano. That bitch is getting to you.”
I didn’t realize it when I got up. I slammed Emery’s naked body against the wall as I choked her. She struggled, her legs kicking and her fingernails tearing at my arms to set herself free. This wasn’t a sex game. I almost killed her. “The next time I speak and you disobey and talk back at me, I will send your headless corpse to your parents and keep your head on a spike in my room so that you can see all the women I fuck since that is now your greatest concern.”
I tossed her to the ground and watched her gasp for breath. Emery grabbed her robes from the floor as soon as she could breathe properly and hurried out of my room.
What was wrong with the women in my life today? It was as though they’d all run mad.