Chapter 1

Lacy’s POV

“Don’t stop,” I moaned breathlessly.

He growled in my ear and the deep vibration from his throat stirred my insides and I felt my thighs vibrate in a sensual response to his voice so close to me.

His grip on my hips tightened as he pushed me against the ornate table and leaned in close, the bulge in his Italian pants pressing hard against my bosom.

“Naughty girl, I will make you take back those words,” he growled softly into my ear as his teeth nibbled my left ear lobe.

My entire body stiffened as if electricity just ran through me, “Never,” I gasped. My hands were not idle, they were running all over his broad shoulders, snaking their way down his V-taper.

Underneath the soft satin fabric, I could feel all his musculature as my hands glossed back and forth across his frame.

He kissed me again, his lips seeking mine passionately and blocking out every thought from my head, all that mattered in that moment was that I had him in me, that was all that mattered.

I parted my legs, an unspoken welcome for his giant cock.

But he was not ready yet, he was still focused on kissing me and keeping me pinned to the table with his powerful arms, he was not caressing me, my entire body itched from the absence of his touch.

I wanted his mouth on my breasts, his hands cupping my buttocks, squeezing them like the fate of the world depended on it, but he did nothing of the sort, leaving me with an insatiable desire.

I moaned in frustration as he overwhelmed me with his kiss and then his lips found the side of my face, the tip of my nose, my eyes, forehead and then he ran one hand through my lush brunette hair and then yanked it backwards causing me to yell as a sharp pain shot through my roots.

“Still want me to continue?” he whispered breathlessly in my ear. 

“Yes,” my voice shot up a pitch as the pain subsided and was washed over by a type of pleasure I could not define.

“Fine… Here I come…” he groaned.

A sharp knock on the door broke through the sexual tension and brought me back to reality.

“Who?” his angry voice retorted.

“Alpha, it is Ted.”

A vicious growl escaped his throat as he stared at the door.

I could not let this interruption stop me from having him in me, I wanted him, needed him, my insides were moist and ready, he had to fuck me.

I could feel his bulge starting to fade.

“No,” I said desperately as I started to fumble with his belt buckle, “Send him away.”

“Come in,” he roared instead.

A sharp disappointment hit me. As soon as the door handle turned and the hinges groaned while it opened, I knew it was over.

I tried to scoot away and fix myself but his hands held me put, stopping me from leaving.

The door opened and a young man with black hair dressed in a fancy black suit came into the office, he was about 5’11 and had an athletic build.

He and I made eye contact and then I turned my face aside, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. 

Why like this of all ways?

My legs were wide open, the only thing protecting my dignity was alpha Rafael was still pressing into me.

“Apologies, alpha, I didn’t know you were…” he paused to search for the word, “Engaged.”

“What is it?” the impatience had not left his voice.

“The rep of the Silver Arrow Pack is here,” he said flatly, his composure restored.

“Hmmm,” alpha Rafael grunted. “Take him to the lounge, I will be there shortly.”

“At once, alpha,” beta Ted bowed curtly and then left.

I didn’t look until I heard the door click behind him.

I tried once more to wriggle free but he held me bound effortlessly, I shot him a searching look.

His fiery grey eyes stared right back at me, I had to break eye contact immediately under the overwhelming pressure.

He ran a hand through his thick mane of red hair, “Come back tonight, we will pick up where we left off.”

I began to say something in my anger and frustration but I caught myself and instead forced a smile and nodded curtly.

He never asked me how I felt, didn’t he care that I was not happy? I bit down on my lower lip.

He backed away from me, two calculated steps, his eyes were still on me.

His gaze strayed downwards to my exposed lace panties which were soaked at this point, he chuckled wickedly.

I snapped my legs shut quickly and averted his gaze even further, my cheeks burning even hotter than before.

“8 sharp,” he said and then without another word, turned and headed towards the door.

I exhaled deeply when he had left. 

All alone in the spacious study, I walked towards the full-length mirror with intricate carvings around the glossy wooden frame and examined myself.

I was a mess, I was bleeding slightly from the roots of my hair from when he had yanked my hair back. My lips throbbed and so did my thighs.

I reached into my hand bag and began fixing my make up.

“Come back tonight, 8 sharp,” I said mimicking his voice, a smirk on my face. The least he could do was ask me politely, I fussed.

I wished I could blow him off, not show up, let him fuck himself.

Even as I thought that, I knew how ridiculous that sounded, I couldn’t do that – I couldn’t. My entire body yearned for him, I was helpless to turn him down.

He could have at least asked me softly though. 

We have been at this for almost a year now, did I not deserve better treatment by now?

I stepped out of his study and out of his mansion, my heart already excited about what I would wear and how he would rip it off not knowing that my life was about to change forever.