A bite from an Alpha King

Book Five: An Alpha's Choice

This story will follow Chris and Kaytlyn's journey.

“You didn’t see me. Do you hear me?” she said, her tone laced with warning.

Oh, she was a bossy one, wasn’t she? Why did I find that so appealing? I was usually the one in control, restraining others and doing as I pleased, but the image of her tying me to a bed while she took charge sent a jolt of desire straight to my c*ck. Sh*t, just ten seconds with this female, and I was enchanted. I felt like a lost puppy discovering its master… or mistress.

She slowly moved her hand away, clearly assuming I wouldn’t say anything. As I remained frozen and silent, she seemed to relax a little.

“Good boy,” she said, tapping my chest a few times.

What the f**k did she just call me? I thought. That ignited the alpha in me, and as she tried to get up, I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her close. She gasped, placing her hands on my shoulders as she attempted to push herself free.

“I don’t think you understand who you’re talking to, little mate,” I said in a dark tone, before trailing my tongue over the soft skin of her neck. I felt her shiver in my arms, her scent growing even sweeter.

“An assh*le who wasn’t taught not to touch a lady without her permission,” she sneered.

I laughed. Oh, she liked to talk back, didn’t she? I was certain we could put her mouth to better use—like around my c*ck. F*cking hell, I could already envision those sweet pink lips wrapped around me, her green eyes looking up at me with innocence. It almost made me lose control.

“Is that how you speak to your alpha?” I growled, a smile playing on my lips.

“Hah! You aren’t my alpha, and I don’t know what makes you think I’d ever want you as my alpha,” she shot back.

Mmm, this female has claws and teeth, I thought. I liked it. Correction: I f*****g loved it.

“Who the f*ck are you, anyway?” she growled, pulling back.

“Does it matter?” I asked. “I know who you are, Kaytlyn.”

She looked confused, but I gave her a smug smile. She rolled her eyes, clearly not enjoying this little game.

“And you’re supposed to be dead,” I said.

“Sorry to disappoint,” she replied, crossing her arms defiantly.

She wasn’t sorry at all. In fact, she seemed amused that I was pointing it out.

“No, you’re not,” I said.

She shrugged arrogantly. “So? What are you going to do about it, whoever you are?”

She shouldn’t have asked me that. It was a foolish mistake to challenge an alpha who was desperate to mate with his little mate and whose body was pressing against hers.

“How about I get you out of those tight jeans and f*ck you so hard on the floor that your family can hear your screams and know you’re not really dead?”