“No ‘buts’…” he curtly interjects, “Not another word. It’s too late for you two to be going out. … Nowadays; it isn’t safe for women to be out at night on their own.”
This strikes a nerve with Bellona; and, she immediately points out, “If it isn’t safe for women to be out on their own at night; then, why aren’t you worried that Pomona’s still missing out there?”
The Gamma scoffs, “You’re not seriously going to compare Pomona to Raina and Rhiana; are you? … Your ‘baby sisters’ are gorgeous-looking … almost as beautiful as Helena is … so; they might attract some sex-crazed perverts trolling out at night to put the moves on them; or, worse.”
Bellona glares at her father; as he insensitively belittles his missing daughter…
“But, let’s be honest; with the way that Pomona looks … who’s going to want to bother with her.”
**Pomona’s POV**
Here we are; remaining frozen in place, face to face, with our glaring eyes locked upon each other, stuck in some sort of Mexican Standoff.
And yet, as terrifying as it is to stand before him like this … realizing that he could snap my body in half like a twig if he wanted to … I can’t help but be attracted to him. More like hot and bothered; as my nipples swell and crotch dampens while tingling. … Of course, Daphne’s even more sexually aroused by our mate’s presence; and, I hear her excitedly howling, as she restlessly stirs about.
While keeping his eyes locked with mine; he utters, “Brianna; go back to your suite.”
While keeping my eyes locked with his, I can feel Brianna’s dainty hand take hold of mine; as she leans her petite, diminutive body against mine.
Still keeping his eyes locked with mine; he orders her in his Alpha tone, “Brianna … to your suite … now!”
Brianna gently squeezes my hand before letting go. I listen to her light footsteps gingerly moving across the room; then, hear the door slowly shut. … He smugly smirks; which gets on my nerves.
“What?!”
“Your face.”
“What about it?”
“It’s a mess. … Tell me; how is it you think you could ever possibly protect Brianna, when you can’t even protect yourself?”
Trying to muster up some courage … even if it turns out to be false bravado … I puff out my small … yet, swelling and undulating … chest; and, boldly tell him…
“I don’t care; you can beat me to a pulp if you want to … but, I won’t let you hurt her. What … does that make you feel like a big, bad werewolf, or something; beating on a small child?
He steps in, tightly wrapping one of his huge arms around my waist; pulling me in, and pressing me up against his firm, statuesque body. My nipples become stiffly erect, and feel like they’re on fire; while, my vulva’s labium swells up and pulsates, as hot, vaginal juices start oozing down my inner thighs.
With his face a mere inch or two away from mine; he smugly smirks…
“Let me ask you something; do you honestly believe that my daughter would flagrantly disobey me, and just stand still there if she thought that I would really strike her?”
“Wait … so; you weren’t going to hit her?”
“Of course not.”
“Then; why…”
“She’s my daughter … the daughter of an Alpha. I need to constantly test and push her limits to make sure that she’s capable of bravely standing her ground; even when faced with the threat of viciously malice, bodily harm.”
“So … I guess she didn’t need my protection from you, after all.”
“No.” He intensely stares into my eyes; then, ominously grumbles in my ear, “But; can I still beat you to a pulp?”
I nervously gasp, and take in a gulp; unable to utter a word.
Before I know it; he picks me up by my waist, and throws me halfway across the room onto the bed. In an instant, he pounces on top of me; his heavy body pressing my body deep down into the mattress. … Daphne rapturously howls; and, it feels like she’s doing wild somersaults in the pit of my stomach.
He reaches down underneath the terrycloth robe; and, seductively slides his hand along one of my wet, inner thighs … ending up in my soaked crotch.
First, he cups his palm over my swelling, quivering labia; and, firmly … but, not too hard … presses down upon them. Then, only using his palm; gently kneads my vulva like a ball of squishy dough. My vaginal juices flow out even faster; and, I can’t help but to softly moan. … Daphne is also highly aroused; and, it feels as if she’s tensing up, as she starts to purr.
Soon, he starts to delicately run his fingers over my quivering labia; tracing along each and every swollen contour of them. And, after a few minutes of that; he gently spreads them apart, and uses the fingers of his other hand to wipe up some of the hot, oozing juices.
He lifts his dripping fingers up to his nostrils, and takes in an elongated sniff. Once again, he smugly smirks; as he says…
“Look what we have here … smells to me like you’re still a virgin.”
If my face wasn’t already heatedly flushed; I’m sure I’d blush. I slightly avert my eyes off to the side from embarrassment; as I softly reply…
“Yes.”
He devilishly grins; then, pulls me up off the bed. He quickly tugs open the knot on the terrycloth belt fastening the robe closed; then, strips me from the garment. I’m standing before him completely naked. … Daphne excitedly stirs about; beaming from her growing, desirous anticipation of what’s to come.
My nipples and vulva continue swelling and throbbing; both areas tingling and feeling as if on fire. Vaginal juices slowly seep out; and, feeling a little embarrassed, I try to inconspicuously squeeze my thighs together to keep the juices from flowing out.