Teaching a Lesson

"Oh, Fen..."

I freeze. The words echo off the damp tile of the shower, hanging in the steamy air.

Damian simmers with instantaneous, violent rage inside me. 

Disrespect, my wolf snarls, his voice a deafening roar in my mind.

Before I can even process the slip-up, Damian starts to force a shift. Searing heat rips through my veins. My vision tints a dangerous, predatory crimson. The bones in my left hand crack as my fingers begin to elongate, my nails hardening into lethal, dark talons that dig into the soft flesh of her round bottom, drawing the first metallic scent of blood. At the same time, my right hand snaps up, locking around her neck with enough force to arch her back and yank her head toward mine.

Below me, Belladonna stiffens. But instead of pure terror, the sharp scent of fear is instantly masked by a heavy, sickeningly sweet spike of fresh arousal. She knows exactly what she just did. The little brat gets off on pushing my boundaries, deliberately dancing on the edge of my wolf's lethal temper just to feel my dominance snap.

I feel the vibration of a snarl building in my chest, a sound that isn't entirely human. 

"What did you call me?" I snarl into her ear, fighting back Damian’s bloodlust. It takes every ounce of my willpower to wrestle the wolf into the recesses of my mind. I close my eyes, forcing my breathing to slow, demanding my bones shift back to human form. The claws retract, leaving deep red half-moons in her skin, and I loosen my grip on her neck just enough to let her breathe. I am the future Alpha. I control the wolf; she doesn't get to dictate when he comes out to play.

"Sorry, Alpha" she mewls under the pressure of my grip around her neck.

"That's right. Alpha," I growl. "And for that slip-up, you don't get to touch yourself at all. I’m going to fill you up, and you're going to hold my mess all day. A plug, your chastity belt, and your cheer skirt with absolutely nothing underneath. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Alpha," she whimpers, as another gush hits the ground.

"Hands back," I command. I release my grip on her neck and her hip just long enough to grab a damp towel, swiftly binding her wrists together behind her back in a strict prison-guard hold.

Once she's secured, my right hand snaps into her hair, yanking her head back, while my left hand digs ruthlessly back into her ass. I pull myself almost completely out before slamming my entire length back into her tight ass with bruising force. She cries out, a sharp, breathless sound that is entirely laced with pleasure. I proceed to pound my cock into her over and over again, my thighs slapping against her ass. Her moans and orgasms grow louder and wilder with each thrust, cum spewing from her. My grip in her hair forces her back to arch, pushing me deeper inside her. 

"You love testing the line, don't you, Belladonna?" I growl, my chest heaving against her wet back. I set a punishing, relentless rhythm. "You think pushing my buttons makes you special?" 

As my anger simmers, while I repeatedly drive into her, putting the brat back in her place, my mind begins to wander. The steamy reality of the shower isn't enough to hold my focus. Unbidden, the memory of the goddess from the hallway flashes behind my eyes. I recall the intoxicating jolt of that phantom warmth, the sudden, inexplicable sensation of her curves pressing against me from earlier this morning. Just the thought of it, the memory of that ghost-like, tight, wet heat clenching around my cock in my imagination, is enough to make my breath hitch.

Damian howls in approval.  Mate. 

The memory is too much. With a final, vicious thrust, I completely lose control. I empty myself deep inside Belladonna’s ass, my climax tearing through me with a ferocity I have never experienced before. I groan heavily, my forehead resting against the cold tile as my cock throbs, spelling out my complete surrender to the thought of a woman I haven't even officially met yet.

As my breath slows, reality crashes back in. I pull out of Belladonna and step back. I didn't cum because of the brat kneeling in front of me. I came entirely because of a memory. That realization terrifies the control-freak Alpha inside of me.

She collapses onto the floor, her body jello as orgasms continue to rack through her. I start soaping up. Damian grumbles at me in a huff, 'Only mate should get to orgasm that much.'

'It’s not my fault she gets off on the rough stuff. It's not like I’m trying to please her', I snap back.

'Well, if she gets clingy once we find our mate, don’t complain to me', Damian huffs. 'We are an Alpha; she won't find someone else who can give her orgasms like that,' he adds. 

I chuckle as I finish rinsing off. I look at Bella a mess on the floor, still coming down from her peak. "Out," I command. "I expect the one and only key in my hand before my 9:30 class. I will be waiting in the quad."

Bella quickly grabs her clothes and a towel. "Understood, Alpha," she breathily responds her legs still trembling as she slips out of the Varsity Track and Field men's locker room.

I roll my eyes as I push through the doors into the locker room. Silas Vesper, my future Beta, is leaning against the lockers, waiting to use the showers. It's obvious he heard everything.

"I see Valerius hasn't found out you're fucking his little sister yet," he notes, sniffing the air.

"So what if he does?" I reply, pulling on my jeans. "It's not like he can say or do anything about it. We’re two consenting adults. It's not my fault she likes my dick so much. I'm pretty sure only you, myself, and possibly her future mate will be able to stop her from doing what she wants."

I chuckle, running a hand through my damp hair. "She’s more dominant than Val is, and honestly, she would have been my choice for Gamma over him if she hadn't always had a crush on me."

Silas gives me a doubtful look, raising an eyebrow.

"It would be irresponsible to choose a Gamma who I find fuckable; it just complicates things," I state matter-of-factly, tying my boots.

"If you say so, Fenris," Silas retorts, grabbing his towel. "I’m going to shower. Meet you in the quad."

"See ya there," I smirk, slamming my locker shut.