Knotting His Rejected Breeder

RAMON’S POV

I watched my Beta walk around Sonia, like a predator sizing up its prey.

The more he looked at her, the more she tried to cover her body from his prying eyes.

I don’t know why, but that action made me happy.

I was proud to see her make him work for it.

That she was not just going to let him have what belonged to me, just like that. He suddenly stopped, and pushed his hand to her hand covering her body.

Slowly, he began to pull her hand away.

The more he tried, the harder she fought to keep her hands around her.

A single tear rolled down her cheeks, and another followed.

I watched with a smile stretching the fabrics of my lips.

It was a game in my head. To see how long she could go before surrendering to him.

I could smell her scent. It made me curious. Was she wet for my beta or for me?

We had already registered the fact she couldn’t go away. She was my fated mate, and I could never reject her.

Every wolf also knew the moon goddess had a peculiar sense of humor.

It wasn’t above her to make her heated for another wolf.

I searched my heart, wondering what I would do if that were the case.

Technically, it would give me the much needed freedom I wanted from her. After all, the only reason I was keeping her was to get her father to lay his weapons down.

But even as I tried to deny it, I already knew the answer to that question.

If any man tried to touch her when I didn’t give them the permission to. I would tear them from limb to limb, and have my dogs eat them for dinner.

My eyes returned to the fight before me. She was struggling harder now to keep her hand in place.

The tears were rushing really fast. Like I observed before, they were music to my ears.

She was a really good singer too. I spent at least five minutes listening to her voice before I barged into the room I had told her to paint.

She was a lot of things. Wickedly beautiful. A face that threw men in the heat of lust. A body that could bring the strongest of alphas to their knees.

No wonder my beta who acted like he was a saint went crazy for her.

I could see it in his eyes. He had enjoyed taking her first. Even before me.

I had a feeling a day would come where I’d have to address that action, despite forcing him to do it.

But for now, I chose to enjoy the show.

"The alpha told me to take you!" He said, after struggling and failing to pull her determined hand apart.

"But I don’t want you!" She screamed through her tears.

"Well too bad, because you don’t have an option!"

With calculated force, he yanked her arms away, and her breasts came into display.

I swallowed hard, feeling my midriff stiffen.

Her breasts stood as proud and haughty as her eyes. Her nipples hardened and taut, drew my attention. It’s perfection caused my mouth to water. Made me even more hard until I was this close to bursting..

Blaine stretched out his hand to touch her, and I jumped from my chair.

"Enough!" I called, and he quickly withdrew his hand.

"Leave us alone," I ordered in a throaty voice.

Without so much as a groan of protest or frustration, he turned on his heels and hurried out of the room.

One step at a time, I drew closer to her, keeping my eyes on that breast that called to me.

My wolf jumped with pure, primal excitement. It recognized its mate. Even better that it was a girl stunning enough to cause thousand years of pack wars.

As I stood in front of her, her head lifted up to look into my eyes.

The fear in them was gone. In place was a desire that had me ready to flip her over, and bury her to the hilt.

But as my eyes returned to her breast, all I wanted to do was savor it.

I knew I should fight the feeling. Didn’t I say I wouldn’t touch her even if I was in my death bed, and her body was a remedy?

I should keep to my vow like a true alpha would do. But I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t know it was possible for nipples to get that hard.

Slowly, my hands began to reach forward. I expect her to move away. To hide in fear. Cover her body like she had done with Blaine.

I’ve been nothing but cruel to her in hopes she would fear me. That she would clear and shudder in fright every time she caught a sniff of my presence.

But those devilish eyes of hers followed my hand. As if compelling then to touch her.

My wolf was also not on my side. What was supposed to be a unanimous decision became a war.

I fought to resist those globes. Everything I did only worsened the situation. Only made me want her more.

When I thought I had gotten a semblance of control after managing to pull my hands down,she purred, and my wolf went haywire.

We were already so close, but I managed to take another step, then I sniffed her.

Her scent was like nothing I had ever perceived before. It was pure ecstacy. An ambrosia that fuelled my desire for her.

Once more, I lifted my hand and was about to grab her breasts when a knock on the door, pierced through my brain, and banged on the gate of my control.

As if her skin was fire, I pulled my hand away, and stepped back until enough space was created between us.

"Who is that?" I called.

"It’s Lorena," my mistress purred.

Now that was someone I could use to quench my body that was already on fire.

"Wear your dress," I ordered Sonia.

Maybe it was my eyes playing tricks on me, but she almost looked sad. As if she was unhappy I didn’t touch.

If that was so, I could only count it as a win. Let her suffer from starvation of my attention and my touch.

Until she dropped to her knees and begged me to take her, then I would really know the strength of our bond.

"Come in," I called to Lorena, when Sonia had put on her dress.

She came inside, wearing a see through dress that showed her readiness for me.

Her eyes lifted when she saw Sonia.

"Ignore her," I said, beckoning her with my hand.

She shut the door behind her, and sashayed towards me.

"Have you missed me?" she asked.

"You know I always miss you," I replied, then crashed my lips against hers.

I kissed her hard, tongue invading her mouth as my hands roughly grabbed her ass. Knowing Sonia was watching made my blood burn hotter. I spun Lorena around and slammed her against the wall. Yanking her dress up to her waist, I freed my throbbing cock and thrust into her wet pussy in one brutal stroke.

"Fuck," I groaned, pounding into her deep and fast. The wet slap of skin echoed loudly.

"Look at me, Sonia!" I ordered when her eyes started to drift away.

When she obeyed, I fucked Lorena even harder, hips slamming against her ass while staring straight at Sonia.

But every time I closed my eyes, it wasn’t Lorena I was fucking.

It was Sonia.