Chapter Three - Dishing It Out

Kane's POV

I was in a foul temper as I waited for the Omega to return. Grandmother had told me a few home truths about my erratic and self-serving behaviour and I was looking forward to punishing the delectable Amy. Ever since she and her brother had been accepted into the Crescent Moon pack I had lusted after the dark-haired beauty and now I had the perfect excuse to enslave her, Selene or no Selene.

But it wasn’t to be. The Moon Goddess had conspired to thwart me and I needed an outlet for my frustration. Chrissy was always compliant, taking whatever I meted out. I sometimes rewarded her by allowing her to suck my cock, a task she excelled at, though it wasn’t going to be like that today.

I was almost tempted to follow her around as she cleaned but restrained myself. Instead I paced up and down, tense and on the verge of allowing my wolf to take over. Rhett had been restless for weeks, ever since Selene had told me she wanted to wait until the official mating ceremony. Given that her father was a powerful Lycan, I hadn’t dared to insist otherwise. She hadn’t balked at living in the official Luna’s quarters, though.

As was traditional within this pack, the Alpha and Luna would have separate rooms, something which suited me just fine.

My exceptional hearing told me the shower had stopped.

“Get out here now, Chrissy,” I ordered. She knew better than to wear a towel. “Are you free from contamination?” To emphasise the question, I walked around her nude body, sniffing.

“I hope so, Alpha,” she murmured.

“Good girl,” I said, fisting her damp hair from behind. Her back bore the scars from the last time I had whipped her and I ran my finger over each and every one of them, enjoying her hisses as I pressed down hard. “Something you want to say to me, Omega?”

“No, Alpha Kane.”

“Go and lie on the bed. Face down.” I saw the relief in her eyes and felt pleased with myself for doing her a favour. Except I wasn’t. “Spread your legs,” I said, taking out my cock. “This is going to hurt.”

I plunged inside her without any foreplay whatsoever. She wasn’t a virgin though certainly not eager for my attentions. I tried to imagine it was Amy lying there, but the hair colour and body shape was all wrong. Not enough curves.

“Please, Alpha … ” she whimpered.

For once, I listened. It wasn’t Chrissy’s fault I almost had blue balls. There was only one sultry witch to blame for that and I knew where to find her. That was why I had put her in my late mother’s room. No way would I set foot in there. Though I knew the closet had been cleared of her beautiful handmade dresses and delicate shoes by my grandmother’s personal maid and re-stocked.

I dismissed the Omega shortly after covering her with semen. She cleaned herself up before leaving, back in that hideous garment which identified her as being the lowest of the low.

Except for my new slave girl. I couldn’t wait to teach her who was master.

In fact, I was counting the days.

Selene insisted on a picnic right in the middle of it all. I took her to the waterfall, hoping she would cave in at her favourite spot. I progressed to third base before she called a halt. My mate then proceeded to tease me by skinny dipping. At least, that was what she said. I had to look twice at the skimpy nude coloured bikini.

Didn’t she know what she was doing to me? Of course, Grandmother approved of her, not realising what a minx she was. I pictured Amy wearing an even tinier version and had to go behind a tree to relieve myself.

My Luna caught me and, at first, I thought she would be willing to finish what I’d started. The way she was chewing her bottom lip and staring at the bulge not quite within my shorts gave me hope.

When she raised a well-tended brow and said, “Really?” before stomping off, I branded her a prick teaser, though only in my head.

I thought about our mating ceremony and it dawned on me that I wasn’t looking forward to that whatsoever.

Daily reports told me the Alpha’s daughter was behaving herself in her more salubrious prison. She was respectful and polite to the guards who brought her food and didn’t make a ruckus or turn up the volume on the TV just to be annoying.

Her one request was for a book to read. I was really tempted to send her the Fifty Shades trilogy but contented myself with one of Grandmother’s regency romances. She devoured it in a day and asked for more. This time I sent her a volume of short ghost stories. There were no further requests after that. I could imagine her quivering under the duvet at night and maybe leaving on the bedside lamp.

I fantasised about lying in wait under the bed and emerging just as she was about to enter dreamland. It would never happen, at least not in that room and while she was off limits.

Lisa was in my thoughts, too. Just not as often as she should have been.

It had almost killed Grandmother when she rejected Noah and he wasn’t doing so good, either. All because of Jake. They were considered to be rogues now, the pair of them, and I feared for her, not just at his hands. Packless she-wolves were considered fair game.

Sometimes, I was glad Rene hadn’t lived to see this. Yet I missed her. Those gentle ways, that tender smile, the lullabies lacking only grandpups. Dad had gone mad with grief and followed her into the earth two moons later. He had been hard on us, unforgiving and quick to use his belt. It toughened me, though I am not sure about Lisa. I have a sadistic streak but have to say I never saw it in her.

Pack business took up the majority of my time when I wasn’t buried balls deep in one of the Omega sluts. What with disputes and proposed alliances, border breaches and official dinners, the week passed quickly. Soon, the chambermaid reported no stinky smell emanating from the bathroom pedal bin and I pumped my fist several times, knowing Amy was mine to ruin.

I sent out my orders, together with an outfit I selected from a choice of several brought by another Omega, Barbara, and went to look in on my grandmother to pass the time until seven.

Amy was prompt and flanked by two guards who were unused to household work. I recognised them from runs close to the perimeter. They had been chosen by me because they were mated and so unlikely to ogle my slave. I knew them only slightly which was also a help. Let them concentrate on their new duties while I questioned Jake’s sister at length.

Her hair was in a single braid which dangled almost to her waist. The collar seemed not to bother her; I knew different. Father had once made me wear one for a day and it was pure torture. I allowed myself a leisurely perusal of her undeniable charms, taking in the long bare legs, the pleated mini skirt and low-cut top.

“Dismissed,” I said, startling all three of them. “Not you.” I seized hold of Amy’s braid and dragged her towards me. She smelled of citrus and strawberries. “I am going to enjoy this.”

“Do we not need a witness, Alpha?”

Her words had my cock springing to attention.

“No,” I said, imagining an unknown someone watching as I ploughed her for the first time.

It wasn’t what she meant.

“Alpha, if you are going to grill me about Jake, shouldn’t someone write it down?”

“My word is good enough,” I growled. “Though, if you insist, I could record it on my phone.”

That shut her up. Was she remembering what I’d said about the bathroom having a hidden camera?

“I’d rather we went to your office, Alpha Kane.”

I had visions of her bending over my desk or, better still, kneeling under it. It was a little high for anything of a sexual nature as I had found to my cost, though I needed less painkillers these days. A back is a tricky thing once it locks up on you. Looks like I had inherited the family weakness.

“Slaves don’t dictate terms to their masters. Still less do they decide on punishments.”

“So, bringing me to your pleasure room is a punishment, Alpha?”

I swear there was a twinkle in those saucy eyes.

“Why are you still here?”

The two pack warriors, Glen and Eric, left without further ado and I grasped the doorknob, opening up and pushing her inside.

Her demeanour was different now. She looked almost scared. Had Amy put on an act?

“I told you, Alpha, I don’t know anything,” she said.

“Let me be the judge of that.”

I didn’t bother to lock the door, knowing we wouldn’t be disturbed except in the case of an emergency.

“It’s the truth, Alpha Kane. I swear.”

“Come here, Amy,” I ordered. She walked towards me, swaying on her feet. “Unbutton my shirt.”

“What?”

“Call me master, or there will be consequences,” I warned.

“Yes, master.”

She had to stand on tiptoes to do as I asked.

Hoping to catch her off guard, I barked, “Did you introduce them to each other? I know you were friendly after that basketball game.”

“No, Alpha Kane.”

“Lie to me again, slave, and I will spank you so hard you will have to lie on your belly to sleep.”

For some women that would have been a turn-on. Not her. Amy’s fingers were trembling now as she exposed the fine hairs on my chest. She had to tug the shirt out of my pants in order to undo the last few buttons.

“Shall I take it off, master?”

She wasn’t looking at me and I hated the sight of the parting in her hair.

“Not yet,” I said.

Amy fidgeted. It wasn’t usual behaviour in a typical Alpha’s daughter. But this girl was unique, I had known that from the start.

“I really hope Lisa will be okay, master,” she murmured.

“Imagine you are your brother. What will he be doing to her? Think carefully before you answer me, girl.”

“Why, master?”

“Because whatever it is, I will do the same to you. Count on it.”

“Jake likes to give and receive massages, master.”

“Does he now? I will go first.” I dragged her across to the bed and lay down on top of the golden counterpane, on my back. “One more thing, Amy. Take off your top.”

The sharp intake of breath was more satisfying to me than the sexiest moan at that point.

“Yes, master,” she said.

The plunge bra was lacy and showed a hint of nipple at either side.

“Do it,” I demanded, shrugging off my shirt and turning over.

As she worked my muscles with her small hands, I groaned. She certainly knew her way around a man’s body.