“Huh?” I stutter. He can’t be serious.
Cree’s gaze moved up to my eyes. “I want you to touch yourself. I want to hear you cumming.”
Why the hell am I seriously contemplating doing this? Have I gone completely mad?
They perk up at his warmth when I press my breast against his pecks. I’m going out of my mind here. I want to resist, but I lift my leg on the side of the shower, giving myself better access to my center and as we gaze into each other’s eyes, I slip my middle finger between my folds and gasp at the friction. My mouth parts slightly as moans escape. Cree’s eyes burst into flames with lust. I can see he is fighting everything in him not to intervene.
I want every part of him and that pisses me off, but I can’t stop what came from my mouth next. “You want me to cum for you? Well, I want you to do the same for me then,” I whispered as I slipped another finger inside, and I whimper, thrusting my palm against my pussy, taking them deep inside my sweet center. For a virgin, I was doing a pretty good job of pleasing myself.
Alpha Cree’s muscles tense at my words, but he pulls down his jeans, and his massive member stands erect against his abdomen. It’s massive, so huge that it makes me gulp, but even though his size scares the hell out of me, I want it... I want him.
My eyes widen as he grips his long fingers around his cock and strokes it desperately while he watches my breath hitch in my throat while I slam my pussy. “Ahh, fuck...” I moan.
Cree slides his hand up and down his shaft with eagerness, and his abs tense, grunting as his warm seed spews out onto my belly, and watching his climax, I feel my own surfacing.
He sees I’m going to cum, and grips my jaw, forcing me to look him in the eye. “You’re a filthy girl, aren’t you? You like when I stroke my dick. Just wait until I bury my cock deep inside you and fill you with my release,” he whispers as his lips nibble on my neck, and I fucking lose it.
“Oh. My. Lord... Fuck me,” I cry out as my walls contract around my fingers, and my juices escape. My legs give, and Cree’s muscular arm holds me up as I slip my fingers out of my core, breathless.
When my eyes meet Cree’s again, his are still full of lust. But he removes his hands from me, then rinses his member and exits the shower.
He starts for the door. “I knew I could get you to give in,” He calls over his shoulder before he leaves.
That fucking asshole! I glare daggers at the door as he slams it.
***
Later that day, after I shower and fucking masturbate in front of that dickhead, I sit in the tiny room, thinking about my stupidity. You’re such an idiot. That’s the first time I did anything like that, and the man has the audacity to walk away right after I climax. Was that a normal thing? Is that how the world works? Everyone gets off, then just leaves. Just when I thought the world couldn’t be more fucked up.
Totally in my own world, I didn’t realize someone steps in, when I finally look up, Sway is looking down at me. I hop to my feet with excitement and leap into his arms. He stumbles back at the force but isn’t hugging me back. I pull back to search his face. “Sway?”
He pries my hands from him. “Sakari, don’t,” He exhales. I feel a lump in my throat as tears invade my eyes. Is my own blood against me, too?
“So now I’m Sakari again?” I ask as I look for any sign that my brother is still my brother, but it doesn’t seem that way. “What the fuck, Sway?” I back away from him. He can’t even look at me. I shake my head in disgust. “You always were a coward,” I hiss and push him toward the door. “GET OUT!”
A look I have never seen before appears on my brother’s face. He rushes at me and clasps his hands around my neck. “You always were a loser,” He growls. “It’s not like anyone would even miss you if you were dead,” he throws at me.
I hit his chest, gasping for air. The room darkens as I lose consciousness, but before I can pass out, my airway opens again. I cough for air, and my hand is instantly on my throat, rubbing the red marks Sway left behind. As I sit straight, Cree stands in all his macho glory with Sway in his grasp.
“Put your hands on her again, sister or not. I will gut you like a fish and feed you to those Zombie fucks,” Cree sneers.
Aw, I feel proud he used my words.
I look past Cree to see Sia standing in the hall with a pleasing smile. This is all her doing. She turned my brother against me. That bitch!
There isn’t a care in the world when I leap to my feet and race at Sia full speed, catching her off guard. She wasn’t expecting me to fight back, but I’m tired of taking everyone’s shit.
My body slams into her, and we fly through the wall behind her. I feel like the hulk as the wall crumbles around us, but I know it’s just an old house. I could probably poke the wall with my pinky, and it would collapse into tiny pieces.
We land on the other side, and the pack sits around, staring at us on the floor. Sia thinks it’s over, but it’s far from over. It’s over for this bitch tormenting me. I regain my air, straddle her, and go straight for her long blonde hair, yanking her head from the floor and slamming it back down. Her head hit hard, and I did it again and again. “You stupid wolf bitch!” I scream out before I slam her head again.
“Cree? You just going to stand there?” The beta says. I know it’s him by his voice. But what is Cree going to do that hasn’t already humiliated me? Make me finger myself again but in front of the whole pack. Please, he can kiss my ass. I don’t care anymore. I’m hoping they just kill me and put me out of my misery.
Cree huffs and finally intervenes, snatching me around the waist and pulls me off Sia as I kick and scream. “I thought you were a wolf. What happened to your super strength?” I yell at Sia, who stays on the floor while the back of her head bleeds out. “You got your ass beat by an eighteen-year-old human,” I laugh hysterically. When I realize Cree is holding me, I go on another fighting spree and turn on him. “Fuck you!” I scream and slap him across the face so hard that the entire room gasps and goes silent as it echoes the walls.
The rage in his eyes says I made a huge mistake. But who freaking puts themselves in the middle of a girl fight, anyway?
“Everyone out!” Cree growls, then faces his Beta. “Shaw, take care of Sia down at the river. I don’t want a single wolf in this house,” He commands.
I swallow and really regret hitting him. Why does he need everyone out?
They all scatter like mice, and soon it’s only him and I.
Per my usual miss smarty pants makes an appearance. “So, want to play twister?” I smile sweetly. I’m not referring to the game. “Oh, does the big bad wolf just like to watch?” I tease. I’m doing all I can to press his buttons. Getting him mad is my pleasure.
Cree stands there, consumed with anger. “Stop playing with me child,” He sneers as his hand clasps around my throat just as I want it to.
Moving my face closer to his lips, I look into his eyes through my lashes, then whisper. “Or what?” I provoke. Not sure why I enjoy making Cree angry, but it’s something I live for now. The way he’s possessive makes me feel special, and for once in my life, I didn’t feel like an outsider.