Chapter 2: Bound By Him

Quinn’s fear was not enough to take her eyes off the Alpha. Something about him was so magnetic, it seemed to pull her in.

He was by far the most handsome male she had ever seen. His features seemed so handsome, he appeared to have been sculpted.

He was dressed only in black, black leather pants, black boots, and a black shirt that was only half buttoned, displaying a very powerful steel – like chest.

The black only seemed to enhance his ruthlessness, add more to his already dangerously handsome look, and Quinn couldn’t help but wonder if that was the way he always dressed, or he just happened to be wearing black today.

His unreadable pale grey eyes bore into hers, set within a well chiseled face that bore no expression at all.

Quinn suddenly shivered as she realized that unlike she who’s emotions always got mirrored in her facial expression, she had no way of knowing what the Alpha was thinking.

His full lower lip seemed paused in motion as if he had stopped talking mid-sentence, and for some foolish reason, Quinn thought about what it would be like to be kissed by those firm but generous lips, held in those powerful arms.

A full blush rose to her cheeks at such thoughts, adding color to her already painfully beautiful face.

She stopped breathing as he walked up to stand in front of her. She shivered as he got even closer so that she could feel the heat radiating from his powerful body.

He lifted a hand and brushed it casually over her lips, and she trembled, but when she looked into his pale grey eyes, she thought she saw anger.

The same hand that had touched her lips inched lower to circle her throat, and Quinn could feel her pulse quicken and her throat tighten, until it was impossible for her to breathe.

For some reason, she felt tears sting her eyes again, and then spill over as the Alpha jacked her to himself, not gently so that she tripped, stumbled, and would have fallen if he hadn’t caught her in his arms.

The strong feel of his powerful body against her fragile one was too much for her to bare.

Coupled with that, her dress was of a very light material, and torn in several places, his too was made of a light material, so that with the way her body was pressed up against his, she could feel every single contour, every powerful muscle on his body as if they were both naked.

She trembled again as he held her even closer. Her body tingled all over, and she felt so overwhelmed, she thought she was going to faint.

There was something just so powerful about his aura that made her knees go weak, but when he gently lifted her chin with the tip of his finger and pressed a kiss against her soft lips, she thought she was going to die from the painfully sweet pleasure.

His lips were firm, but gentle against hers, and yet the sheer force of his masculinity pressed against her fragile lips hurt slightly as he deepened the kiss, bringing her sweet pleasure, and filling her heart with fear.

He angled her head for better access as his lips totally dominated hers. His lips stroked hers more forcefully, more possessively, and Quinn whimpered. The sound seemed to trigger him as his actions became more ruthless.

His tongue plunged into her mouth, demanding more, taking what he had not been given, what she was yet still too innocent to understand how to give.

Quinn felt hurt, and at the same time aroused. Something deep and womanly at the pit of her stomach seemed to unfold.

She pressed herself harder against his powerful frame, wanting to feel more, wanting him to take more, and yet when he did, something about the way he did it brought tears to her eyes.

His actions were not that of kissing his lover, but of an Alpha fondling a common whore.

He pulled back a bit from her and laughed. His laughter was harsh, without mirth, and something about it increased Quinn’s fear, she trembled slightly. Then as if sensing her vulnerability, his expression seemed gentler.

His fingers skimmed over her face, seeking and slowly stroking nerve points, his eyes watched her tremble at his every touch. His fingers were so experienced, knowing where, how much to caress.

Quinn blushed hotly as she could feel her body yearn for him, she wanted him to mount her right there, and make her his. Her innocent green eyes became enormous; her throat tightened. His little finger gathered a tear that had slipped down her eyes to rest at the top of her lips.

Gathering the sparkling drop, he smeared it slowly over the curve of her lips and blew it gently dry. One hand came lightly to rest on her neck; the other supported her cheek as he pressed his lips to hers in a kiss so gentle, it brought more tears to her eyes.

Stepping away from her, the Alpha turned to address the rest of the Werewolves who had brought in the boxes. They all stood, stricken at the spot with fear. All that knew Alpha Blake knew that he could be very unpredictable. Gentle one instant, and cruel the next.

“Is this a joke?”

His voice was low, barely above a whisper, but everyone in the room heard. The force of it, the power within his voice could not be denied. Quinn shivered again.

“Can no one answer me?” He asked again, but the room remained deathly quiet. “I sent you to find the healer from Starfalls and you brought me a whore! A female so weak she cannot even withstand a kiss? Is this some kind of joke?”

“We did not mean to bring the girl to you, we don’t even know how she got into the box.” One of the Werewolves said, stepping forward.

“She must have been one of the few survivors,”

“And so you decided to smuggle her in for yourself?” The Alpha accused.

“No! I swear it. I think she crawled into the boxes herself, and who knows she might be the healer.”

The Alpha was silent for a while as his pale grey eyes scanned the males, then he turned around to go. “Take the other boxes to my chambers,” He commanded.

“And what about the girl?” One of the males asked.

“Tie her up in my bedroom.” He replied without a backwards glance.