Captured by the Alpha King

6 Onyx

6: Onyx

Rowan was perched on the barstool again, crimson lips pursed around the rim of her martini glass. The ice cubes clinked as she took a slow sip, hazel eyes scanning the room. Searching. She'd left me hanging for the past two weeks. I was going insane. No texts, no calls, no late night visits. So I started stalking her. I can't have her putting herself in stupid situations. Goddamn, this woman.

My fingers tightened around the glass in my hand. No one else would have her.

A man slid onto the stool beside her, leaning in with a predatory grin. "What's a gorgeous thing like you doing in a place like this?"

Rowan laughed, the sound like velvet and venom. "Waiting for someone else, I'm afraid."

The man's eyes narrowed, sliding over to meet mine from across the room. I inclined my head, a silent warning, and his smirk faded. With a muttered curse, he stood and left.

Victory thrilled in my veins, dark and heady. Rowan was mine. She just didn't accept it yet.

I approached, settling onto the vacated stool and catching her gaze in the mirror behind the bar. Her eyes lit with something between annoyance and anticipation.

"Did you scare off another one?" Her tone was dry, but I could hear the undercurrent of interest.

"They're not worthy of you." I leaned in, breath teasing the shell of her ear. "No one is, except me."

A shiver ran down her spine and her lips parted. I could see the desire kindling behind her eyes, fanned by the flames of possession in my own.

"Is that so?" Her words came out breathy, affected. She wanted this as much as I did.

My fingers curled around her arm, grip firm. "Come with me tonight, Rowan. I'll show you pleasures you've never dreamed of."

She hesitated, just for a moment, and I tightened my hold. Then she nodded, eyes darkening, and stood. "Fine, but only because I am frustrated that you keep terrifying my dates."

The bar around us faded as I led Rowan out into the night, the chill air fragrant with possibility. My veins thrummed with anticipation, a heady blend of desire and triumph.

She didn't resist as I bundled her into my car, merely watching me with eyes gone heavy-lidded and dark. I could see the flush staining her cheeks, feel the heat radiating from her skin.

The drive to my home passed in a haze. I was only distantly aware of the road unfurling before us, my focus narrowed to the woman at my side. I turned onto the winding drive that led to my pack house, pulse racing. When the building came into view, stark and imposing against the night sky, I heard Rowan's breath hitch.

Good. She understood, at least in part, what was to come.

The car rolled to a stop and I was around to her side in an instant, hand closing around her arm to pull her out. She stumbled, and I caught her against me, mouth finding the curve of her throat.

"Onyx," she gasped, hands fisting in my shirt. I growled at the sound of my name on her lips, desire igniting into an inferno.

In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to take her here, pin her against the side of the car and claim what was mine. But I restrained the urge, hauling her up the front steps instead.

We had all night, and a lifetime beyond that. I would sate myself on her, again and again, until she was as much a part of me as I was of her.

The heavy oak door slammed behind us, sealing out the world beyond. In the foyer, I paused, drinking in the sight of her. Chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes wide and dark, lips parted.

Waiting.

Wanting.

I reached out to trace the line of her jaw, felt her shiver beneath my touch. "You're afraid," I said, a surge of possessiveness and pride twisting through me. She had every right to fear me, to fear what I would do.

To fear how I would claim her, irrevocably, eternally, as my own.

"I'm not going to hurt you," I lied, fingers curling to grasp her chin. I would hurt her, and she would beg me for more. "Not unless you ask me to."

A flash of defiance lit her gaze. "And if I don't ask?"

I bared my teeth in a smile. "Then I will simply give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams."

"You're delusional." Her words were breathless, trembling. Anticipation coiled hot and tight within me.

"Am I?" I leaned in, lips brushing hers in a fleeting, teasing caress. "We'll see, won't we? Don't forget how I f****d you a mere two weeks ago. There's a never ending supply of that if you choose it."

I took her mouth in a brutal, claiming kiss, and when I finally released her she sagged against me, dazed.

The night was young, and I was only getting started.

My hands were everywhere, greedily exploring the soft curves and hollows of her body as I backed her towards the stairs.

Rowan gasped into my mouth, fingers twisting in my hair in a vain attempt to slow me down. I nipped at her lower lip in reprimand, gratified by her whimper.

"Onyx, please, I can't - "

"You can," I rasped, spinning her so her back pressed against the wall. I caged her there with my body, pinning her wrists above her head as I stared down into her wide eyes. "And you will."

I kissed her again, a slow, drugging glide of lips and tongue that had her straining against my grip. Her scent enveloped me, arousal and fear and sweet, irresistible heat.

Mine. She was meant to be mine.

Releasing her wrists, I slid my hands down to grip her thighs and lift, urging her to wrap her legs around my waist. Our bodies aligned in a shock of sensation that had us both gasping.

"Feel that?" I ground my hips against hers, dragging a shattered cry from her lips. "That's what you do to me. You drive me out of my mind, and now..." I nipped at her ear, hands sliding beneath her shirt to palm the soft weight of her breasts. "Now I'm going to drive you out of yours."

Her fingernails bit into my shoulders as I carried her up the stairs, and I smiled against the frantic beat of her pulse.

She thought she didn't want this, didn't want me - but her body knew the truth. Knew that she was meant to be mine, just as I knew.

Tonight, I would claim what was mine, marked, forever chained to me. And by the time I was finished, she would beg me never to let her go.

The bedroom door slammed behind us as I kicked it shut. Moonlight filtered through the window, caressing Rowan's skin with its silvery glow. She looked ethereal and untouchable, a goddess among mortals - yet here she was, trembling in my arms.

I set her on her feet but kept my hands on her waist, our bodies still pressed tight. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, wide eyes searching my face. Waiting. Wondering what I would do next.

Anticipation coiled hot and heavy in my gut. I wanted to draw this out, peel away her layers and discover all her secrets. Learn every curve and hollow of her body, the sounds she made when pushed to the edge of pleasure and beyond.

"Look at me," I commanded softly, tilting her chin up. She hesitated, then met my gaze. I smiled, running my thumb over her lower lip. "Good girl. Now, take off your clothes."

A violent tremor ran through her, but she didn't move. Didn't obey. I leaned in until our mouths nearly touched, sharing breath. "Don't make me ask twice."

Her fingers curled into fists at her sides. But slowly, so slowly, she reached for the hem of her shirt and drew it up and over her head.

My breath caught at the sight of her, soft skin and lace-clad curves that made my c**k throb. "The rest," I gritted out. "All of it. Now."

She closed her eyes, a faint blush staining her cheeks as she undid her bra and slid her pants down long, supple legs. And then she was bare before me, more beautiful than I'd imagined, and it was all I could do not to fall to my knees in worship.

Mine, the wolf growled, wild and triumphant.

Bending down, I pressed a kiss to her navel. Her breath hitched, fingers tangling in the hair at my nape. I smiled against her skin as I dragged my tongue lower, over the swell of her hip and up the creamy expanse of thigh.

"Onyx," she breathed, a plea and a prayer all at once.

I answered it with teeth and tongue. Dipping my head between her legs, I licked and teased until she was panting softly - then went in deep, savoring every shudder that rocked through her body.

My name on her lips was like a drug, and as I coaxed arousal higher with each stroke of my tongue, pure pleasure flooded through me. This was what it meant to be alive - to bring such exquisite pleasure to another being without hesitation or restraint.

Her taste exploded on my tongue as she threw back her head and let out a long cry of blissful release.

I stood, my c**k impossibly hard as I watched her ride through pleasure's aftershocks. I hadn't even touched my own skin, and the orgasm was already threatening to tear through me with a violence that stole my breath.

She reached for me, her eyes hazy with passion. Without asking - without giving her time to change her mind - I grabbed her hips and thrust deep, driving into her with rough strokes that had us both crying out.

She squeezed me tight, her body convulsing with aftershocks of pleasure that had me fighting for every last desperate inch.

I felt the pressure build to a breaking point, and in the next instant I didn't have to fight anymore. I came with a roar, the world narrowing to the shocking sensation of my c**k buried deep inside her body.

As the pleasure receded, I leaned down, wrapping an arm around her waist. Sinking my fangs into the soft of her neck, she cried out, rocking gently against me as a soft orgasm rippled through her skin.

Marked. Mine. Mate.